Pacifica Gleeful had only three things she wanted in life: power, attention, and love. As a celebrity she had social power and attention from the uncouth masses. But the love was platonic, or the imagination of rapid fan boys, and fan girls. She knew this from both common sense, and the psychic abilities that were granted to her from her amulet.

Said amulet was no longer around thanks to one Mabel Pines, the twin sister of the only person to genuinely gain her love: Dipper Pines, or cupcake as she called him. The boy was odd, optimistic, loud, and both girlish and boyish at the same time; and yet she loved those things about him. His endless energy, his loudness even when he was whispering, and his cuteness was unparalleled. In her own eyes at least. But now, after being thrown into prison and making a deal with Bill to be the sheriff of his land of weirdness, and protect the bubble keeping her cupcake still. Now she had her mortal enemy in front of her and away from the bubble; however she had the key.

"Pacifica I'm giving you one last chance," Mabel said as she stood in defiance, "let us pass and free my brother NOW!"

"And why should I?" Pacifica said as she smugly smiled at her adversary, "You're surrounded from all sides, and about to be swarmed by Bill's eyebats; face it Dipper is mine now!"

Mabel looked past Pacifica, and gazed at the blue bubble embroidered with a shooting star for a couple of seconds before looking at Pacifica dead in the eyes. "Is he?"

"Well yeah," Pacifica said with a confused tone clear in her voice, "I have him to myself, trapped in a bubble, without YOU to come between us; therefore he is mine."

"Look Pacifica, you can't force someone to love you through power, fear, or manipulation," she looked towards Robbie and Soos as they were back to back, ready to fight if necessary, "you have to strive to become a person worthy of being loved, Dipper does like you, he does want to make it work, but trying to kill me, our family, and this," she paused to gesture to the land around them, "read his mind and tell me that he would want this. And if he doesn't, then stand up to Bill and become someone he would love."

Pacifica looked at Mabel wide eyed, and scowled at her before gaining a look of confusion, and turning to the bubble and focusing. A wide and loud jumble of thoughts bombarded her head instantly; but she manage to pick out thoughts relating her.

'She's fun.'
'She's pretty.'
'She's really smart and creative.'
'But she's cray-cray, a bit scary, and not the Pacifica I know and....really really like.'
'If she toned down the crazy, and didn't try to kill my family, then I'd be more than happy to be her cupcake......but.....'

Pacifica heard the thoughts of her cupcake, and at first she smiled at the revelation that her cupcake felt the same way. But then her smile was lost as she heard the thoughts on her being scary, cray-cray, and not the girl he liked in the first place. Was it really true? Were her actions scaring him off? He said that he liked the creative, pretty and fun Pacifica he got to know, but wasn't she the same girl? Looking around herself she gazed at everything in the area, at what she made a deal to protect, at what she essentially helped to create, at what was ruled by the triangle that put her cupcake in the bubble in the first place. She looked at her feet in contemplation, and felt a wet substance going down her face.

Wiping her face, she saw that it was a tear, and realized that she was crying. Steeling herself, she made a vow. 'I will become the girl he loved, and right my wrongs.'

"Mabel..."

The female Pines twin looked at Pacifica with a wary expression. "Yes?"

"Will you tell him what I did?" Pacifica turned to Mabel, tear streaks visible, but a strong fire in her eyes present.

"O-of course." Mabel said in a shocked tone, genuinely surprised at the girl's heel-face-turn.

"Go." The trio ran past her and her road warriors, thanking her along the way. She ignored them, and turned toward her prison friends. "Boys, change of plans, Bill's minions will be here at any moment; you ready to cause a riot?"

Ghost Eyes picked up a chain, "We're with you for life sister!"

One of the inmates that were driving a supped up truck decided to give his two cents, "Yeah fighting kids is boring, fighting a chaos god sounds more fun!"

Smiling at her friends eagerness, and looking at the bubble for a moment, Pacifica gave her orders. "Then lets ride.

The Discount Automart Warriors rode off into the nandlebuff rainbow plastered sunset, toward the swam of eyebats, ready to face certain doom.

Or life as a statue, whichever came first.