"Now kneel before me!"

And just like that, everyone kneeled; even me. This wouldn't be unusual if it wasn't for the fact that none of it was intentional. In perfect synch with everyone else, my body just moved on its own. And now, I found myself bowing down to the Telepathy Twins.

Long long time ago in some place

A strange and mysterious town

But the most mysterious of them all

A psychic of age 12

My name is Pacifica Northwest. I'm twelve years old and I live in Gravity Falls Oregon. It's an okay place. I'll give you a tour if you'd like. Well, either way I'm still grabbing my bike.

My blonde ponytail flapped in the breeze I had created as I rode my bike around town. There's the arcade, the pool, that biker joint, and of course the woods. Yeah, this is pretty much one of those "blink and you miss it" kind of places. A pretty small town in the woods. Could be worse.

Anyways, I heard that there's a new kid in town. May as well check it out. It's not that I actually care, but might as well know what happens around town. Ok, I've heard that he's going to be stuck at the Mystery Shack all summer. Might as well try there.

I enter the shack, finding an unfamiliar face at the counter. Rumors confirmed. It's a little 9 year old boy with albino white hair peaking out from his hat. His outfit was just a simple blue and black hoodie with jeans.

We became fast friends; and his names Gideon Gleeful by the way.

With permission from Bud Gleeful (who is apparently his dad), I got to show Gideon around town. Everything was going smoothly until they came into the picture.

"Oh yeah, these guys" I sighed with venom and disgust. Coming up to us were the Pine twins. I believe though that they prefer "the telepathy twins".

Gorgeous luxurious furniture

A twin sister who was quite popular

Name of beloved horse was 'Innovator'

Everything was all his

There was Mabel, the popular girl who doesn't even deserve it. She's always too optimistic about everything it's annoying. And she accepts virtually everyone. Weirdos shouldn't be popular in my book. Popularity should have some higher standards. Mabel and the rest of the weirdos in this town don't fit the bill. As if that isn't the worst part, she's always cheating. It's always either fake crying to get everyone to take pity on her, or her lil powers. You read that right, powers. The telepathy twins got their name for being child psychics.

That brings us to Dipper, the true psychic of the pair. I'm not kidding, he seems far more dedicated to the role of a child psychic than his sister. While Mabel is just some popular girl wannabe, he was always focused on his psychic abilities. He actually scares me a little. He just gives off the impression of being willing to do virtually anything for what he wants. It wasn't anything he said or did, it was just this feeling he brought with him.

After our rather short conversation, the twins finally left. Both were eyeing Gideon. Dipper's stare was more suspicious, cunning not to mention creepy. I always got a bad feeling about that guy. He's willing to do virtually anything for what he wants. It scares me. Mabel just gave the guy a flirty wink. You have got to be kidding me. Her? With him? Oh god.

I told him more about the two. They virtually have everything. No joke, they are the richest people in town; and I'm related to the town founder for gods sake! Anything you can name, those twins have it. Fancy furniture, a horse called Innovator, the list goes on.

If anything shall ever lack

Take it from those who dangle on a string

As for the people who oppose me

Put them in their place!

"Give the book to us!" Dipper roared, clutching amulet so tight his knuckles were white. Guess who got caught up in a game of tug-o-war? As you can probably picture, Dipper the creepy psychic is using his amulet's telekinesis to yank book 3 away from us, and we cling to it like a dog and its chew toy. As for Mabel, she's just sitting on a random boulder enjoying the show. Clearly she doesn't give a care about the book.

I honestly don't think Dipper should get book 3. #2 alone has made him pretty powerful, having both would make him pretty scary. I'm honestly scared about what he would do with more power than he already has. Terrified even.

"Mabel, need a little help here!" He called to his lazy sis. Can't do things by yourself I see. After a moments hesitation, the jade amulet on her headband started to gleam. "Don't forget the 3 weeks allowance your gonna owe me" she reminded her brother as the sudden force ripped the book from our hands and we went flat on our faces. Literally of course.

And that was the night book 3 had been stolen from us. Speaking of books, here's the next chapter.

During the following few days Gideon had been nothing but furious over the loss. I on the other hand have been just plain sad.

One night I sat in my room, a little bit scared. It wasn't really for my sake though. I remember Gideon announcing his plans to steal the book back. He offered to let me come with him, but I refused. Still, I hope he will be alright. With this hope in mind, I forced myself into having a rather restless sleep.

The following day I found the town to be in quite a frenzy. What the heck is going on? The biggest crowd was by the edge of the forest. Forcing myself towards the front, I find a rather scary sight. On the ground was the outline of a dead body. "Who died?" I asked a random stranger. The answer is what had frightened me to tears. Gideon is the one who died.

I was immediately crying. My friend, the little albino kid visiting for the summer, has just died. "I'm sorry for your loss" a voice interrupted my train of thought. I look up to find Mabel, her make up running from all those tears. Oh right, she liked him. As in liked him liked him.

"What happened?" I asked in between sobs.

"I don't know. I was going for my morning jog when I just found him dead" was the story she gave me. She sounded so sincere to me, if it wasn't for the fact that those green eyes told a different story.

They were sad of course, just a different kind. A sadness that I had never seen, filled with so many tears I'd be surprised if she could cry anymore. And all that pain they held, it told me that there was something more. Something she could never share.

Looking over at her brother, I saw something different. He was unusually calm about his enemies death. The way he narrowed those green eyes at the outline, the creepy frown, he doesn't seem capable of not scaring me. Either way, I didn't see any sign of sadness.

He then looked at me from the corner of his eye, it was a rather chilling glare. It seemed to shout an unnamed threat.

"Now kneel before me!"

Either way there's no avoiding that command whenever it's announced.

Evil Flower,

Blooms dainty

With vivid coloration

As for the pitiful weeds around

Oh became nutrient and decaying off

I think Dipper Pines has something to do with Gideon's death. The evidence and facts just keep piling up around him. Sadly it seems like I'm the only one who knows of this.

He thinks he can have whatever he wants doesn't he? Well technically Mabel does too, but she never went as far as to steal for her needs. When Gideon went back for the book, the action alone was like a kingdom disobeying their ruler. The end result is what I had woken up too. He just went and disposed of him.

And that look he gave me, not only was it threatening it also screamed disgust. I stood to the side, watching people continue to respect him the way they do. His powers, his illusions, he's got the entire town charmed. They treated him like a dainty flower. And he treated me like I was an unwanted weed. Still, even though I decided to stay, the fear that keeps me silent serves him as I decay away.

The tyrant psychic's love was a

Girl of rock in town

However, as for her another local boy

Was her chosen love interest

Well, that episodes over. I've been too scared to tell a soul about the truth, or at least what I think is the truth. I wasn't there. Just like any other day, I sat to the side and observed everything. This is long afterwards by the way. Today is the mystery fair, and I don't think those sky trains are stable. Sitting at a bench, I enjoy my cotton candy. Nearby I observe the scene that plays quite the role in this story.

"Hey Wendy" the young psychic approached an older redhead with such confidence. The teen turned to face the younger boy, revealing her rather dark eyeliner. Well, this isn't exactly unusual. Wendy Corduroy was known for being that goth girl in a band. Been that way since she was like, 12.

"Yeah Dipper?" She responded, sounding rather bored. Don't blame her, this fair really stinks. I've never seen so many broken rides in one place.

"How would you like the honor of going on a date with me? " I watched him ask her out. This got virtually everyone's attention. Including me, the entire fair watched her amused black lipstick smile.

"Thanks for the offer dork, but I'm going to have to say no" were her words. Now, this may be my imagination, but is Dipper's lip quivering?

"What would your reasons be?" He then pressed on. Sounds a little forced to me.

"I already like someone else. The lumberjack's son actually" she explained. It was then her amusement turned into worry.

"Your not going to freak out or anything are ya?" She asked. It was that moment his twitching was replaced by an understanding mask.

"Of course not. These things happen" he laughed it off. Wendy then smiled a freckled smile.

"I'm glad you understand" she said before turning around in her skinny jeans. Dipper did the same, his cape flapping in the air.

Psychic mad with envy,

One day makes a request and

Said in a quiet voice

"Ruin the lumberjack's son"

The day at the fair went along as normal; well sorta. Mabel and I had a little competition over who gets this pig we both wanted. I honestly don't know how that carny guy can question if we're witches. Everyone knows that Mabel is one. I personally switch the w with b since she fake cried her way to the prize.

Settling with the prize of a chicken, I accidentally end up as a witness to something I shouldn't. I was only outside one of the portable toilets when I heard voices coming from the inside. Curiosity got the best of me as I pressed my ear against the walls of the plastic thing that honestly stinks a little. Why was I here again? Never mind that. I heard a very quiet Dipper voice speaking, and I barely made out the words "-all you have to do is ruin the lumberjack's son". It was then my eyes widened in terror. I was honestly horrified. He has selected his next target, someone's going to die. And Wendy didn't even specify which guy she was interested. There's more than one lumberjack in Gravity Falls, and most have more than one son. They are all in trouble. Distracted by my fear, I didn't hear the rest of the conversation until the door started to creak open. I was rather quick to hide behind the portable toilet, watching Dipper and Mabel leave.

Again, I was afraid. Scared for all the lives in danger. But what can I do? Anytime Gideon and I would talk about our adventures, people would always toss us aside and claim we're crazy. They wouldn't believe me if I start telling them that the twins were evil. Plus what would happen to me?

Houses were burned down

A few lives were going out

Grief of the suffering people

Does not reach the psychic

Soon the day came. Everyone watched in horror at the jade colored flames consume the homes of every local lumberjack. If you listened hard enough, you could hear the screams of the dying people. Soon enough the firemen came. By now the twins had joined the crowd. Looks like their work is done. While the flames were being put out, the stretchers came out. Body after body came out, several dead, few in the process of dying. The loudest sobs in my opinion came from the local rock star.

Wendy's eyeliner was now a runny mess as she cried by Robbie V's side. The lumberjack's son was badly burnt, you could barely recognize him. Normally you'd see him climbing a random tree, or even riding them with his jet black hair whipping in his face and his green plaid shirt unbuttoned and flapping in the wind. Now, I don't think I should even describe his burnt up state. I'm just positive he won't live to see the hospital. And just like that, Robbie V along with most of the victims had died that night.

"Ah, time for a snack"

Evil flower,

Blooms dainty

In maniacal coloration

Although it is a very beautiful flower

There's so many thorns it can't be touched

As usual I watched Dipper and Mabel enjoy their popularity. True Mabel was the most liked person in town for some strange reason, but that didn't mean that people didn't respect Dipper the same.

I have watched Dipper become even more powerful than ever, I'd be surprised if he can get anymore. As if he wasn't scary enough. This evil flower has bloomed to what could be it's peak, and all everyone does is admire those rather maniacal colors.

I can't entirely blame this town though. Disgusted I am, I admit to being under their charm as well. Mabel, I guess I envy her a little. Repeat that and I'll feed you to Mcgucket's Gobblewonker robot. I mean, Mabel is pretty and fun. Her optimism lights up a depressed room.

Dipper is pretty nice as well upon first glance. He's also kinda adorable in looks. The guy is one of the most intelligent people you could ever meet. Those psychic powers are merely a bonus.

Despite these qualities the twins have, once you learn their dark side they can be hard to forgive. Mabel, though slightly annoying, shares her brothers brains. She's always cheating to get what she wants. Always. She's willing to lie and fool everyone to reach her petty little goals. She's just this toxic rainbow.

Dipper though, is the true psychic of evil. Mabel's goals are always along the lines of popularity and boys and her actions are that of the stereotypical popular blonde bitch in the movies. Dipper though, makes her look like a bratty child having a tantrum. His goals are mostly power hungry related, and he's more forceful when reaching those goals. He has far more power than Mabel, and is using it recklessly and dangerously. It's scary.

This entire garden proceeds to respect and admire these pretty flowers. However, there are still those thorns in the way. As long as they stay in place, you can never truly connect with those two; not without getting hurt.

In order to defeat the evil psychic,

People finally stand up

Led crowd no more than a bevy of birds

Was a girl in a red sweater

The anger that piled and piled

Wrapped up the whole town

Worn from long battles

His family was not an enemy at all

I can't take this. I am at the boiling point. Mabel's crimes can easily be excused as a nuisance. Dipper however is a completely different story. He has thieved, lied and murdered. How he's getting away with this is beyond me. Still, he shouldn't be. It's wrong and inhuman in every way shape or form.

Slowly but surely I share my story. The truth. True they are only whispers in the ear, but they seem pretty effective. Soon enough, I almost have the entire town on my side.

"Hey Pacifica" one of my friends whispered to me one day. I did nothing but listen on her words. "Why don't you lead us in the revolution?" The girl in the blue striped shirt said.

And here we are. Nearly the entire town has gathered for this with me in the lead; few staying behind in their homes. With my blonde hair in a pigtail, I came with a special sweater just for this occasion. The red color representing blood and sacrifice. The weights being a symbol of justice. Sword in hand, I am more than ready for this.

The crowd roared angry behind me. I've never seen so much anger and hatred in one place. No one here would fear the Telepathy Twins. Everyone with their own shares of unjust caused by the twins added to my story. With these large numbers and anger by our, we shall not fail.

Finally his home was surrounded and

His sister too ran away

Adorable (err, manly) evil psychic

Finally, was caught

"How disrespectful!"

After removing his family and bodyguards, we had the entire place surrounded. Accompanied by Wendy and a few other people, we raced in through this maze they call home.

Along the way I believe we passed by a fleeing Mabel, who I think was starting to tear up. Not our problem right now. None of us should let that pity and guilt get that girl what she wants. I think she was smart enough to know that, since she did nothing to stop us.

Soon enough we found the bedroom where Dipper had been waiting. The 12 year old boy had his chocolate brown hair combed to show off his big dipper constellation birthmark. His bright green eyes gleamed that wicked gleam. He wore nothing but his usual cyan colored suit with that white cape that has a creepy star on that back. I do not know why, but that star always has to have that all seeing eye on it. It creeps me out sometimes. Then again now that i think about it, those guys are virtually everywhere. Thats a different story. His entire look was tied together by his simple white tie that had his amulet on it. He did little to fight back, using telekinesis to fling pillows and makeup at us. Too weak to fight your own battles huh? A summer's worth of hanging out with Gideon had prepared me for this. Dodging and slicing through the objects he launched at us, I quickly got behind him and put my blade by his neck. "How disrespectful!" His voice cracked; sounding higher pitched than usual if you listened close enough.

Evil flower,

Blooms dainty

In doleful coloration

Paradise for him,

Oh, collapsing brittle but fleetingly

Leading the evil psychic out of the mansion, the entire town cheers in delight. Removing his tie, we celebrate our successful with the destruction of his amulet and it's powers. He did nothing resist, watching me smash the gem and the jade colored light vanish.

And just like that, everything Dipper had, his family, his powers, his home, his rein of terror, was stripped away. I wish I did this before so many lives were lost; not to mention a good portion of the economy.

Long long time ago in some place was

A strange and mysterious town

And the most mysterious had been

A psychic of age 12

I remember that time when summer began. An albino kid moved here temporarily. We were fast friends. Together we discovered Gravity Falls' dark side. However, out of all the gnomes and wax figures and ghosts, that local 12 year old psychic took the cake of being the most mysterious and scary.

Time of execution was 3 o'clock

The time when the bell of church sounds

The person who was called a psychic

What thought does he have alone in prison?

Back at home, I'm enveloped by relieved hugs. You know, this isn't the first time I've almost been killed mom and dad. You gotta pay more attention to your only daughter.

Earlier on we had dropped Dipper off at the county jail. Speaking of police, Blubs and Durland were so useless they did virtually nothing. Why else do you think the town had to take it in their own hands with a 12 year old girl as the leader? Back to Dipper, we agreed that his execution shall be scheduled for 3 o'clock tomorrow. That's when the church bells would ring. Perfect timing. Still, you can't help but wonder what thoughts that ex-psychic has as he rots away in his cell.

Finally, the time arrives

The bell which announces the end rings

Not giving eyes to the town,

-he-said this

"Ah, time for a snack"

Finally, I have been awaiting this. Standing on that stage we used for Pioneer Day, we got some guillotine I didn't even know existed. Nonetheless, it's the perfect punishment. This stage had been surrounded by pretty much the entire town.

The citizens parted for me in my red justice sweater dress. The one I have handcuffed being Dipper Pines himself. He still has done nothing to resist this punishment. I personally have no problem with this.

Secured in the guillotine, we await the last few minutes ticking away. His green eyes looking to no one, his final words were this: "Ah, it's tea time". The very second those words were said with the chiming bells, the blade had dropped and brought an end to everything. My thoughts: what the heck? Those are his last words? No begging, no apology, not even an angry shout? What the heck!?

Evil flower, Scatters dainty

In vivid coloration

The people of the town talk of him,

"Oh he was truly the psychic of evil"

The evil flower has died. Those vivid petals scatter as we walked all over those remains. Dipper Pines has now become no more than a memory.

Time went on peacefully since that day. Time to time I'd hear people speak of the evil boy. They were all words of relief and happiness. They all believed that he deserved it all. He was not just a boy, and he was not some popular tourist attraction. Oh he was truly the psychic of evil

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