Gene vs. MelvinMelvin looked up towards the angry genie girl with teary eyes. Cant we talk about this?
She sent a ball of magical energy flying towards him but Melvin just barely managed to hop out of the way. Melvin hopped quickly away from the enraged genie barely avoiding magical blasts.
Youre alien girlfriend wont help you here!! She summone a giant magic sphere over her head. Hey batter, batter, batter SA-WING!!!
Melvin started to hop faster now that he had a giant ball of magical energy and when it hit the ground Melvin went flying through the air from the force of the blast, all the while shouting SOMEBODY GET THIS KA-RAZY GENIE GIRL AWAY FROM ME!!!
When the blast subsided Gene couldnt seem to find Melvin anywhere.
Now where did you
Dipper's Five Shades Of PacificaPacifica Northwest was not currently happy with her life. Everything in her life was changing so fast it was putting her emotions in a tizzy, it was enough to make her head spin.Dipper's Five Shades Of Pacifica11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She felt Anger at her parents for still being disapproving of her new path. She felt Fear in the possibility of falling back in to her old habits, sometimes it seemed like a balancing act when she tried to be nicer. She felt Remorse for the actions she committed in her past, in retrospect even she couldn't believe some of the things she did (she made a mental note to give Mabel a certain Party Crown back). She felt Happy in that she was actually becoming a better person, it felt good.
And the last one, the strongest one, involved a boy, a boy who the old Pacifica wouldn't have given a second thought to. Dipper Pines. The boy changed her life for the better giving her hope for the future. He made her a nicer person...which was why both her parents forbid her from seeing him, so naturally, they saw each other no
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p9Dipper stared up at the ceiling, concern on his face as he thought about Pacifica. He couldn't seem to stop, it wasn't like when he did it for Wendy. With Wendy he would think all night about how awesome he thought she was, but with Pacifica one thought just kept repeating itself: Was she okay?Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p910 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No doubt the whole situation had to be embarrassing for her, and her parents, what were they going to think? Worse, what would they do to her when she returned?
"Still awake, Dippingsauce?" Mabel piped up.
"Yeah, I can't stop thinking about Pacifica. I'm worried. I mean she has a lot to think about now, and I wonder she's okay."
"Yeah, I'm sure that antidote cure didn't help. It was just like with Mermando!"
"Ugh! Please don't bring up Mermando! I did not like Mermando!"
"Yeah, about your method of curing Pacifica, by the way?"
"You know that you could have just spat in the bottle and passed it around to them though, right?"
"Oh sure! Now you tell me!! Why does everyone only point
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p4The movie eventually ended and the twelve year olds were struggling to keep their eyes open. Some more than others, the doppleganger blondes were out like a light. Mabel groggily turned off the tv.Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p411 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on Dipper, time to get up. I can't carry even one on my own and neither can you."
"I can not."
"What? Why not?"
"Affection, the one asleep on my lap? See how her head hasn't moved since we started watching the movie? Yeah...I can't feel my legs anymore."
"Well why didn't you try moving her?!"
"I did but her grip is stronger than you'd think."
To test this theory Mabel lifted Affection's head off of Dipper's lap only to move in to a position where she was hugging his leg.
"You see what I mean?"
"Yes indeed." Mabel rubbed her chin with her 'serious' face. "Hmmm. Oh wait! I got it!!"
She took Dipper's hat and waved it in front of Affection. She made an almost conscious grab for it, but Mabel made sure to keep it out of her grasp until she was far enough away from Dipper. Affection made a
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p3Since then Dipper had a pretty rough day with the five Pacificas, by which one would mean he had to play 'Hide The Pacifica From Gruncle Stan'. He had a couple of close calls, including one where Affection tried to pull him in to the closet with her he was hiding her in, but thankfully he was able to pull it off with help from Mabel.Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p311 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Time had past and Dipper still hadn't found anything in the journal to help the Pacificas. He chewed on his pen in thought as he continued to flip through the book. "There has to be something in here that can help..."
Dipper jumped at the sound of the very meek voice asking for attention. He put his book down to see Remorse staring up at him with puppy dog like eyes.
"Oh it's just you Remorse. You scared me."
"Forget about it, you probably saved me from popping another pen. Do you need something?"
"Um the others were talking about ordering out for pizza. We were wondering if you wanted any toppings?"
Dipper clicked his pen repe
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p6Dipper managed to get back to the meeting spot even though Affection still hadn't technically let go of him. She settled for hugging his arm as they walked just so they wouldn't be late.Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p610 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arriving at the meeting place, Dipper was relieved to find the four other Pacificas and Mabel waiting for him. He was about to announce the flyer Affection found when out of nowhere Anger punched him in the arm.
"OW!! What was that for?!"
"Because!" Anger flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Because what?!" snapped Dipper.
"Just because!!" Anger snapped back.
Dipper sent her a confused glare before turning to the others. "Affection found some very useful information, how did the rest of you fair."
While the others averted their gaze from him, Fear held up her new present. "I have a cattle prodder now!"
"Um...okay. Well don't feel too bad, thanks to Affection we know where the gypsy woman is. Now we just need to get back to the Shack so Soos can drop you girls off..."
"Hold it! Hold it!! Hold it!!" Ange
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p2The blue Pacifica hung her head in shame. "I'm sorry about this, Dipper. We didn't know where else to go."Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p211 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The red Pacifica crossed her arms glaring at Dipper. "You can fix us, right? Right?!"
The grey one seemed to shiver for a moment in fear. "Please, please, please, please tell me you can fix us!! I don't think I can live like this!!"
The yellow Pacifica just smiled taking in her surroundings. "It's not so bad. Think of all the fun we can have with FIVE of us!! You can't tell me that doesn't sound appealing!"
The Pacifica hugging Dipper now sat up, never once taking her eyes off Dipper. "Dipper is the only thing that sounds appealing to me."
Before she could lunge at him he jumped out of the way. "Okay, HOLD IT!! What is going on?! Why is there five of you?!"
"Well you see..." the grey one began. "I...er...we...how's this work?"
"I got this." Chirped the yellow Pacifica. "When we were one Pacifica, we went for a walk in the woods to clear our head. That's when we met an old gypsy wo
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p5The next morning Mabel woke up to the sun caressing her face. She sat up only to find Dipper fully clothed chewing on a pen in thought, however, unlike the other times when he did this to figure something out, this time he wasn't staring at his conspiracy wall. Instead he had a map of Gravity Falls pinned up on the wall next to the door.Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p511 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dipper? Are you okay? If you keep chewing on that pen it's going to expl..."
As Dipper put away his destroyed pen in the box of other broken 'thinking pens' Mabel gave the map a second once over and realized it wasn't a map of Gravity Falls but of the woods which surrounded the town.
"Where did you even get this map?"
"I made it." Dipper said drying his mouth with a wash cloth. "From all the times I've gone in and out of those woods I figured it would be a good idea to make one in case I ever get lost. I'm using it to try and figure out where Pacifica's gypsy woman is."
"Huh? I thought for sure you'd be looking through the journal for t
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p7Dipper ran to the truck while his clones charged at the Pacificas, luckily Soos opened the door for him.Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p710 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fear, completely forgetting she was still holding a cattle prodder, ran away screaming as a Dipper clone chased after her. "Don't go running in to the woods!! It's not safe!!"
Another Dipper stood parallel to Happy.
"I know exactly how to distract you long enough for Dipper Classic to get his answers!"
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
The Dipper clone held up both his hands in her direction. "Paddycake?"
Happy gave him an impressed smile. "Darn you're good!"
Affection was chasing after her Dipper clone. "Eh he hahaha ha! SO MANY DIPPERS!! SO LITTLE TIME!!"
The Dipper clone was making sure to stay just outside of her reach. "This one is probably going to be a problem."
Remorse on the other hand, wasn't even trying to do anything with her Dipper clone. She was just sitting on the ground, holding her knees, crying.
"Oh what's wrong now?"
"*Sniff* Dipper is probably going to cure me!"
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p 10Pacifica woke once again in her old bed, she was wearing an old favorite which her parents never really seemed to approve of, llama pajamas. Pajama top and bottom with llama print on it.Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p 1010 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jeeves!! Can you get that?!" Pacifica called. "Jeeves?"
Either the butler was still asleep or he was busy attending to her parents. No matter what it was it looked like Pacifica was going to have to handle it herself. Shaking the grogginess away from her head, she quickly got dressed and headed for the front door.
Opening the door she found Dipper, once again on the other side.
"DIPPER!!" She almost slammed the door in his face again but managed to catch herself. In a blind panic she turned around and hid behind her hair like she did when she was Remorse.
"Pacifica? What's wrong?"
"Y-You aren't supposed to see me like this!"
It was true, Dipper had only seen Pacifica like this once. Out of all the shades he saw of Pacifica, shy only came up once and that was with Fear.
"Like what?" Dipp
Stockholm. 1.Light always comes first, as light is the source of most things. Certain flowers turn in the direction of the sun, twisting their leaves and petals in this dirt to face the ball of yellow; light is the source of sight and color, both of which directly affect human emotion which in turn affect performance on various different levels; and it is assumed that when a child is forced from the womb the first thing they see is the light, a terrible contrast to the dark safety of the sack of nutrients and a morbid parallel to the light at the end of an approaching death.Stockholm. 1.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
But when Franks mind began to birth itself back into consciousness he did not turn towards the light like a flower rooted into the soil, and he didnt welcome it like a child fresh from the womb. He treated it like the light at the end of the tunnel; high beams of a car steered by a drunk driver. He tried to step out of the way but the light came close, seemed to envelope his whole head. Frank tried to open his mouth
Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p8Dipper stared ahead with steely resolve as Soos parked the truck behind the Mystery Shack.Dipper's Five Shades of Pacifica p810 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dipper, dude? Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I know you got the cure and everything, but there's no coming back from this kind of thing."
Dipper opened the door and got out. "I have to, Soos. I can't ask anybody else to do this. Not with how the cure has to be administered."
Thankfully Dipper found his clones and the Pacificas right where he left them. Although something seemed to be a little off. Three of his clones sitting down on the ground next to each other looking altogether displeased.
Walking over to them he made sure to adjust the cure to one arm. "Hey! What's going on here?"
"Affection caught us." explained one of them.
"So watch what happens when one of us tries to leave..." another clone said. He got up and walked exactly three steps away from the others before getting tackled to the ground by Affection.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STAY PUT!!! I...Oh! Hi Dipper. Or shou
Stockholm. 4.There became something serene about the darkness of the enclosure. With his body curled into a ball, knees against chest and tip of thumb in mouth, he was like a child in the womb, listening to the sounds of the outside as if he was hearing them through the amniotic fluid he had long since experienced. Through the walls, he could hear Gerard shifting through foodstuffs or flicking on the television early in the morning. In his space- Franks space- he could listen, but not experience. It was a place of safety. He sometimes wished Gerard would assume that he was asleep and not knock on the door so he could continue to count the times his heart made thumping noises in the cage of his ribs.Stockholm. 4.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The swelling in his wrist had been reduced to nothing by the time Sunday morning had arrived. Gerard had let him sleep through the evening of Saturday and even until the next morning, delicately rapping his prominent knuckles on the wooden door. If he had slept in the bedroom or the living
Stockholm. 2.When Frank was about seven years old he was introduced by a neighbor to his favorite series of books. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark was a collection of horror stories, all contained in three thick volumes. Each volume had a cover embellished with a moderately disturbing image drawn in splattered black ink; and Frank, being obsessed with fear and addicted to adrenalin, ate that shit up by the fist-full.Stockholm. 2.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
On weekends, when his mom told him he could stay up to nine o clock (but no later), hed tuck the book under his arm, along with one of his dads heavy-duty metal flashlights, and pull his blankets over his head in a make-shift fort. In the harsh, yellow light he frightened himself with stories about rabid rats mistaken for dogs, and spiders that burst out of young girls faces. While the kids down the street were at home reading Harry Potter with their mommies and daddies, Frank was looking at pictures of corpses with their mouths torn off. H
Stockholm. 13. End.Franks sister sat next to him on the couch in the living room of his mothers home, where it was decided that he would be staying until his treatments were done, holding his rough hand in her dainty one, her nails manicured and painted with a light, translucent pink. She smelled like a flowery perfume and it was giving him a headache. He could have said something about it, but he didnt. It just wasnt worth it.Stockholm. 13. End.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Six months after his abduction he was seeing two therapists, detailing to the both of them about how he lived with Gerard. He kept his promise to himself and didnt tell them about kissing Gerard and his odd desire for a relationship with him, but he divulged to them about Gerard kissing him only to change the subject quickly. It felt too personal.
His father came in the living room and ruffled Franks hair playfully, just like he used to do when Frank was a kid, and they both smiled at each other. The week before hed gotten his hair
Stockholm. 3.There was a knock on the door. Frank?Stockholm. 3.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
From underneath the door Frank could see yellow light, visibility that had been reduced to specks because of the thickness of the carpet. The shadows of Gerards feet were visible, making blocks of darkness in the speckled line of light. Frank had actually been awake for several minutes; not awoken by Gerards knuckles on the door but by the soft sounds of the lamp clinking on and the dresser drawers opening closing. He made a sound of acknowledgment, his back stiff from being propped against the sharp angle where two walls met. Making his back erect in an attempt to stretch some of the tight muscles, Frank felt like someone had placed two rulers where the rope-like muscles of his back had been.
I was wondering if you wanted any breakfast, Gerard said. Frank furrowed his eyebrows in the dark, feeling as if his pupils were the size of nickels.
What time is it? he asked in a groan. His head felt groggy an
Stockholm. 8.Gerard wiped the blood from Franks cheek with a blue washcloth soaked in warm water, his face expressionless, if not a little somber. Frank held onto the edges of the bathroom sink, head bowed, not wanting to look at the disfigurement the swelling had caused to the side of his face. With the cloth between his fists, Gerard wrung the water out into the sink and rinsed it again.Stockholm. 8.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Do you know why I put you in there? he asked monotonously, as if he didnt expect a correct answer or even an answer at all. He pushed Franks bangs out of his face and wiped his forehead gently. Muttering to himself he added quietly, m gonna need to get you some ice
Frank didnt answer, he just clutched to edges of the sink as if the glue holding him together might dissolve and the fragmented pieces of him would slip apart. Everything was so horribly fragile, so thin and empty and delicate. He shook his head at the question, his throat sore fr
Stockholm. 12.Franks hand shot out in front of his body. No, Im not a hostage! Dont shoot him! Gerards open hands moved up to the side of his head and he slowly took a step back, his neck bent, his head down. The man with the gun, slightly taller than Gerard, kept the gun on him; Frank was smart enough to know he wasnt going to shoot, but his heart still pounded like a hummingbirds, nervous nausea threatening to bring vomit up his throat.Stockholm. 12.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The man stood with his legs apart, steadying himself, and he told Gerard to get on the ground. If youre not a hostage, then what are you? he asked, and it was mostly rhetorical. He glanced back at Gerard who had not moved. I said GET ON THE GROUND!
He didnt and Frank could see it coming. Gerard had lost all his color, becoming storms and rain instead of summer and sky. He withdrew the gun, just a small, silver handgun, from the deep pocket of his jeans, the one Frank f
Stockholm. 11.Morning came and Frank found himself not wanting to leave Gerard's room, likening to sense of security and comfort to being a child, warm in his bed, on a day his mother let him stay home from school sick. Gerard left for work as he usually did, looking tired and grey and Frank couldn't help but guiltily speculate that maybe it was his fault. Before Gerard left, they didn't hug or kiss or show any sign of affection other than their usual goodbyes. Tiny worms of worry wriggled like an infestation of maggots inside him and he prayed that something would go right soon so they could leave the tension and aggression behind.Stockholm. 11.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
The window in Frank's bedroom was still nailed shut, either because Gerard, after all that time, didn't trust Frank enough to pull them out or more simply had just not gotten around to it. When he pressed his hand against the window, a silhouette of warmth appeared around his hand. Winter was coming full force and there would probably be even more snow. At that moment th
Stockholm. 9.I wanna know something.Stockholm. 9.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
It was the closest to a command that he would ever get. Beggars are not choosers and captives are not commanders; at best theyre lucky puppets if their strings are around their wrists and ankles instead of their necks, and theyre even luckier if their puppeteers dont decide to grind them up into firewood. So when Frank stood in the small, dark space between their two bedrooms, that couple of feet between where he stood and where Gerard stood, he was either feeling remarkably lucky or particularly stupid because puppets do not make demands of anyone. Even if they are particularly privileged.
At that point it was probably a little after ten, feeling more like midnight with the snow and the cold and the sleepy sluggishness that came with mid-western winter. Frank felt a little bit like he was about to go into hibernation. Gerard yawned and turned around, all silhouette and no features in the lack of light. Sleepily he asked, Y
Stockholm. 7.There was a terrible, bleeding hole where the second to last molar should have been and his tongue moved around in the rusty-flavored gum, flopping through the indent in the soft, squishy flesh. He held the tooth in his hand, and moaned in utter horror, ready to scream and flail at the piece of him that had been ripped from his body. The sharp roots scraped across his thumb and his open mouth bled onto his palm, making his hand sticky and warm. With his tongue he could feel that the other molar- the tooth in the very far back of his mouth- was wriggling loose and the thought of vomiting up all his teeth until he was nothing but gums sent him into a tantrum of panic. He flailed against the door, tooth still clutched firm in the center of his now closed fist, his cries existing in harmony with Gerards.Stockholm. 7.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
LET ME OUT, GERARD, PLEASE, I HAVE TO GET TO A DOCTOR!! As he screamed, he bled over his mouth and sprayed his mixture of spit and blood over the door. He hacked,
Stockholm. 10.Mornings with Gerard smelled like pancakes, or sometimes fried eggs or waffles or even nothing because they were just going to have cereal, and sounded like the glass sound of plates on plates and birds singing their romances. His fingers stretched across the bed, bending over the ninety-degree angles where the edges of the bed were, his body spread like starfish across the mattress so it took up nearly the whole space. The shades were drawn and Frank could only tell because the back of his closed eyelids were blood-vessel red; a soaked-up pool of his own saliva was cool and wet on the corner of his mouth. In the kitchen a metal pan made oily sizzling sounds.Stockholm. 10.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Frank bent and extended his middle finger, moving it as if petting the sheets, stroking the place where Gerard had once been. And even though the other man was only in the other room he felt vacant; an empty hotel room, a table for one in an old café, garnished with a glass vase holding a single, half-wilted brown and yellow
Stockholm. 6.If there was something Frank needed, it was good news; a hand extended in the name of kindness or a small favor for no particular reason. And on the Thursday of the following week, the week succeeding when Frank was nearly gunned down in Jewel, he got just that. Gerard knocked on his door, knuckles tok-tok-tok-ing in the very early hours of the morning, and Frank had to fight his way to the door through the chowder-esque thickness of the sleepy fog that had rolled in over the front of his eyes and on the conscious parts of his brain. The sun hadnt even poked the top of its round head over the horizon yet and the room was brisk and chilly. With eyelids that were weighted half-shut, Frank opened the door and released an eloquent,Stockholm. 6.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Gerard grinned back, the smile seeming a bit too large on his face. Morning! he announced, and his voice was like a pin shooting through the top of Franks head. Hardly able to see and his legs, clad
Stockholm. 5.Within the week, Frank's wrist had healed, the pain down to only a dull soreness when he twisted it too far or moved it at too much of an angle too quickly, and he unwrapped the bandages, scratching at the skin that had been horridly itching in the only place he couldn't scratch. His nails on the discomfort felt only slightly less pleasurable than sex. The bruising on his nose had started to fade, also, and he was looking just about back to normal. Gerard made a point to ask him frequently if he needed aspirin or something to help him sleep. He was acting more like an overbearing, over concerned mother than someone willing to kidnap a stranger for the sake of not being lonely.Stockholm. 5.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Being able to stay in his room while Gerard went to work during the day was another freedom Frank was having no trouble getting accustomed to. And while he had never actually "enjoyed" spending seven or so hours a day in an old, cramped closet, it had sort of become a part of him. He even found a small amount of
Stockholm. Prologue.Water sloshed inside the kettle. From the kitchen, Frank could see into the living room; the place where linoleum met carpet and where the flashing lights from the television set illuminated the couch. The back wall. Gerards passive, sleepy face. Frank turned on the gas burner.Stockholm. Prologue.7 years ago in Fanfiction Epic Challenge More Like This
Gerard chewed on his thumbnail in the other room, visible through the large, wooden walk way. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Frank said nothing. He watched condensation gather on the kettles metal surface, beginning around the middle and then dripping down and hissing in the fire. Like tears or sweat. He picked up the tea kettle by the black handle, gritting his teeth together and listening to the SSSS of the water against the hot metal. Like piss. He set the kettle back down and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.
Franks insides knotted, then rose and fell in a movement that reminded him of a swing set.