I know that last chaptet I made Dipper seem like a mountain,but he's actualy the "skiny but muscular"tipe.I wrote about him like that because,while he was powerfull at the end,he was scrawny.So it was a big diference.Thanks for reading this and more reading ahead.

   Pacifica's POV

   After an hour of helping Dipper,I went back to bed.I don't know how much I slept,but I woke up to some muffled noises.I opened my eyes and saw a ledder in the midle of the room.I also heard the sound coming from there.I quietly went up the leder and looked into the room.Iside was a empty rack on the wall,literaly all equipment you could find at a jym,a gun rack full of weapons and,in the middle of the room was a chair.On the chair was Dipper with a gutar in his hand.He was ajusting it for around two minutes,until he started playing it.

The song is at the start.I only put the "The last of us part II" version because it has the same tempo.Imagine it sang by a deep,depresing but very talented voice.

   'I walk,through the valey,
   With the shadow of death.
   And I feel,no evil,because I'm blind,to it all,
   And my mind,my gun,they comfort me.
   Because I know I'l kill my enemies,when they come.
   Surely goodnes and mercy will,folow me
   All the days of my life
   And I will dwell,on this earth forever mo-o-ore
   Cause I walk the still waters and they
   Restore my soul.
   But I cant walk on the path of the right
   Because I'm wrong.
   But I can't walk...
   On the path of the right...
   Because I'm...wrong...'

   My moth dropped.I wasn't impresed.I was amazed.After he finished,he closed his eyes and said:

   'You can stop hiding now Pacifica.'

   Pacifica climbed the ladder and etered the room.

   'How did you know I was there?'

   'One,a part of your hair wad stiking out.Two,I heard you climb it.'

   Pacifica felt embarased,but at the same time had some queations.

   'One,when did you learn guitar.Two,when was this room created.And three,where did you have the money for all of this?'

   'First off,I was bullyed in school.A LOT.I still have scars on my back from knives,glass shards or just plain ol' 'stab you with a pencil'.So,I thought that playing guitar would make me "cooler".It somehow actualy worked.I became the cool guy.I think that my class had very little standards.Second,I made it.And third,I am a freaking paranormal detective.Pays well.'

   'Well,I still have one question.'

   'Shoot.'

   'What actualy happened betwen you and Mabel?'

   I'm sorry for not updating earlier.And for the cliffhanger.But I got four reasons.One,all the sleep deprevation I got by writing at 4 AM made me unable to stand up one night.(This is written an 4:31 AM.I learned nothing.)Second,I started taking a skuba school.Third,and most important,I bought Bloodborne.And fourth,I didn't have ideas.I have an idea for the next chapter,but I'll need some help on the one afther that.Thanks for reading and bye!