A/N: Hiya, everyone! :) I am Amiable Hamburglar with... A FANFIC! *heavy metal guitar solo plays* *fireworks explode* WOO! Enjoy! :D

ab•solve (v.): set or declare (someone) free from blame, guilt, or responsibility.

When Mabel opened the door, the last person she expected to see was Pacifica.

Duck-Tective would've been more likely to visit the Mystery Shack than Pacifica. Or maybe another cute vampire. Yet, there she was, standing on the splintery doorstep while rain poured outside.

"Uh, hi," Pacifica stammered, wiping away at her streaked mascara. "Do you mind if I come in? I just need someone to talk to-"

"Pacifica," Mabel started, looking Pacifica over. She looked like she hadn't slept for a while, and her hair was matted down from all the rain. Her makeup was smeared, too, but Mabel had a feeling that wasn't entirely because of the rain. She looked nothing like the girl who had played mini-golf with her last week. "I-I-of course you can come in, Pacifica. Come in, wait here. I'll go get you some blankets..."

Mabel rushed into the living room, where Grunkle Stan and Dipper were watching re-runs of Tiger Fist. An infomercial for Owl Trowel was currently on screen, and neither of them seemed particularly interested in it."Grunkle Stan, where are the blankets?" Mabel paused for a moment before adding, "We have a visitor."

"In the closet. The one next to your bedroom," Stan answered. "But Mabel, if the 'visitor' is a tax collector, do me a favor and leave him outside."

"It's not a tax collector, Grunkle Stan."

"Government agent?"

"No." Mabel dropped her voice to a whisper as she said, "It's Pacifica. She needs help. Like, really really badly."

Stan and Dipper glanced at each other nervously before Mabel darted up the stairs to get the blankets.

"Kid, your sister is too nice for her own good."

"Grunkle Stan, I've lived with Mabel for twelve years now. Don't you think I'm used to this?"

Their conversation stopped as Mabel and Pacifica entered the room. Pacifica wrapped the mismatched blankets around herself, obviously uncomfortable with being in the same room as the people she'd insulted in the past. Pacifica bit her lip as a thought crossed her mind. What if they kicked her out again for everything she'd done to them?

"Pacifica, sit down," Mabel told her as she took a seat on the carpet. "What's been going on?"

Pacifica opened her mouth to say something, but Dipper interrupted her. "Look, I know you don't like us very much, Pacifica, but if there's one thing that you should know about the Pines, it's that we like to help people. No matter what they've done to us in the past."

"Kid's got a point," Stan noted, hitting the mute button on the TV remote. "Unless you were working for the government."

"T-thanks," Pacifica murmured, almost inaudible. "And I don't hate you guys. I know I've been a brat in the past... Okay, more than 'in the past', but I just need some help."

Mabel laid a hand on Pacifica's back, giving her a friendly pat. "We won't tell anyone, Pacifica. You can trust us. Just tell us what's been going on, and we'll try to help you, alright?"

"Okay," Pacifica took a shaky breath in. "Remember how those little golf-ball guys used my phone to text all my friends that they're lame and stuff? Well, everyone finally started to stand up to me, after that. They were just so-" Pacifica made a little crying noise. "-mean to me. I mean, I deserved it, I did the exact same thing to them. But I didn't realize how mean I really was to them..."

Stan took a deep breath. "Look, Pacifica, how about we call your parents. Let them know you're here and-"

Pacifica froze. "No," she shouted, stopping Stan in his tracks. "You wouldn't be able to. They're-"

Gone? Missing? Kidnapped?

"They found out about the texts..." Pacifica lied. "They're mad at me... That's why I came here. I thought you might be able to-"

Suddenly, Mabel wrapped Pacifica into a hug. "Don't worry, Pacifica. You still have me and Dippingsauce. And you can stay here as long as you want, right, Grunkle Stan?"

Stan raised an eyebrow at Mabel, as if asking her to confirm. He knew what Pacifica had done to Mabel in the past, and now, she was offering Pacifica her hospitality? Mabel gave a firm nod in response.

"Yeah, sure, Pacifica. You can stay," Stan said.

Pacifica looked up. She wasn't crying, although she was very teary-eyed. "You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Old Stan Pines is a nice guy now, whatever."

"Let's go upstairs," Mabel suggested, turning to Pacifica. "You can take a nice shower, and we can see which of my pajamas fit you. You can choose one of my stuffed animals to sleep with, too. Ooh! And you can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep in Dipper's. Dippingsauce can just sleep in Soo's room tonight, or outside. He almost got rabies when he slept outside last time, though! Oh, man, good times. I have to tell you that story-"

Mabel's voice travelled upstairs as Pacifica trailed behind her. Dipper leaned back on the couch once they were out of earshot, exhausted from everything that had happened in the past few minutes.

"You scared about having a girl in the house, kid?" Grunkle Stan joked, looking at Dipper's troubled expression.

"No... I'm just worried about getting rabies again."

"Why does Llama have a llama as her symbol?" Bill asked himself angrily. It's been weeks and he still hasn't found anything for what appeared to be Shooting Star's new best friend. He glanced downwards, where he could see Pacifica and Mabel laughing as they played some pre-teen board game. Pacifica definitely wasn't the type to have a common farm animal as a symbol.

"Laugh now, Shooting Star. Same for you, Llama. The alpaca-laypse, grr, APOCALYPSE is among us. Crap. I need to work on that."

A/N: So... not bad..? cx Hopefully? Anyways, review, er, and rawr and stuff! And go to Burger King because theIR CHICKEN FRIES ARE BACK AND OMG. Stay cool!

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