"The line up goes on for years!"

Wendy, Pacifica, and Candy were currently stationed near the end of the line for the Tent o' Telepathy. Almost everyone (with the exception of Gideon and Fiddleford) must've been at this place, lined up to get in, or even outside of the town. Pacifica didn't think Gravity Falls could have this many people could live in such a small town.

Nor could she believe how slow this line was going. At this rate, she was questioning if the three would ever even get into the tent before the show started.

"I guess it's a pretty big event for the townsfolk," Candy said, glancing at the line and fixing her glasses.

From the look if it, it had to be the biggest event in the town. Then again, she wondered how much really went on in the town, and how much saying this was the biggest event in town really meant.

"What tricks do you think he'll do?" Wendy asked.

"I don't know, maybe a fortune telling one? Psychics often do that one," Pacifica said, thinking what would usually be done at psychic shows.

"That's lame, I hope he does something cool, like make stuff fly! How awesome would that be?" Wendy said.

Pacifica didn't answer, but instead looked back at Candy. "Thanks again for taking us, Candy."

Candy smiled at them once again. "You're welcome. I think sometimes Mister Pines doesn't understand how much kids want fun. The least I can do is take you guys to a magic show. Just don't tell Mister Pines, or I'm in trouble."

Despite supposedly being his most loyal employee, Pacifica couldn't help but notice how many times she had done things that she knew Fiddleford would not like. Perhaps Candy knew Fiddleford was her boss at work, but he didn't control what she did outside of the workplace.

"Doesn't this feel cool, Paz? We're doing something that Grunkle Fiddleford said not to do. This is so cool." Wendy said.

Pacifica nodded in agreement. She wonder if this is the kind of energy that teenagers on television experienced when they did something thatthey weren't supposed to. A rebellious energy or adrenaline or something similar

Finally, after what seemed at least to Wendy seemed like a million years, the three got to the front of the line, where there was two men standing at the entrance.

"Tickets, please," the first man said.

Candy handed him the three tickets that she had gotten. While she was doing this, Pacifica looked at the other man, standing near with with a large sack.

"Take a try, put your money in this bag, and I will preform the act of making it disappear!" The man called out to the crowd.

Pacifica frowned. She figured this place was a tourist trap, but the fact the man was saying that made her stomach churn. Who did they think they were fooling? The man was obviously trying to get the crowd to give him their money. But the sad thing, looking at the bag, she had assumed it was a good majority of the people here, sadly.

"What's with that guy?" Wendy asked, pointing towards the man.

"I don't really know," Pacifica replied, quickly trying to get away from the man holding the bag.

"Come on, girls," Candy said, ushering the two inside of the tent.

Despite the outside giving off a very mysterious and almost nice feel, the inside was not nearly as nice. It wasn't dirty or gross, but it wasn't as, perhaps extravagant, Pacifica might say. It was some cheap chairs all set up into rows, like the ones they had at their schools for fancy assemblies. In the front, there was curtains, which she assumed was hiding a stage behind it.

The two girls sat down, Wendy looking eagerly up at the stage, whereas Pacifica didn't look as interested. She didn't look so much to be bored or disappointed, but it was hard to match Wendy's enthusiasm about things especially since she tended to be more skeptical and questioning. Plus, watching a psychic wasn't always her idea of fun, but she didn't complain.

"I'm so excited!" Wendy said.

Pacifica smiled slightly at her sister. At lease she was going to have fun here.

"What if he calls me up to be a volunteer? That would be so cool. Don't you think so, Paz?" Wendy continued, looking at Pacifica.

Pacifica nodded. "Just remember, this show isn't real. He's probably just using a headset or something," Pacifica reminded her as gently as she could.

"I know, I know!" Wendy said.

Just as Wendy finished, the lights began to go dim. Pacifica glanced up towards the stage, which was emitting a strange, but supposedly trying to be ominous and intriguing coloured mist, filling the audience as the lights were soon fully off, and no one could divert their attention from the lit stage, where the curtains were finally being opened.

Robbie stood on the stage, running a hand through his hair one more time before the curtains went up, and all spotlight was on him.

Focus, just focus.

Even if this was Gravity Falls, this was his element. Where Robbie thrived. This was what his talent was, onstage presenting in front of his audience and showing off what he could do. He lived off of the feeling of applause he got when he entered and exited.

Robbie eyes the crowd for a split second. Despite being a small town, he assumed almost everyone in town had to be here tonight to see him. The applause was louder than he imagined, which didn't bother him. He just gave a fake, but smooth smile to the crowd.

"Greetings, people of Gravity Falls," Robbie greeted, swishing his cape as he stole the attention of the audience. He heard the impressed 'oohs' and 'ahhs' even though he had barely begun.

"I have been gifted with the ability of magic, the ability to hear your thoughts, to see things other cannot see, to reads your minds, and today, I plan to show it to you, my hometown, Gravity Falls," Robbie continued. "Where I first learned of my talent."

It was the only thing he was thankful of this town for. He glowered internally. The faster he could get out of this certain show, the better.

"Magic, my dear audience, is like another world," Robbie said, bringing out his fake southern accent more this time. He had picked that up from another showman who had been successful, and it worked for him, too. "A force itself, a universe, a spirit, a living being, something very unique and special. Get ready to experience that different world tonight."

He heard his headset buzz, and a voice speak into it.

"Bud Corduroy, wants to set the record for most trees chopped and become a great lumberjack," the voice, which was one of his plants, spoke.

"Bud Corduroy!" Robbie exclaimed, directing the spotlight towards the man there. He was of course, wearing some cliche flannel that lumberjacks wore. He'd admit, flannel could look nice, but he was wearing it all wrong. Robbie questioned how well he even had the buttons done up.

"Bud, you want to become the best lumberjack in all the country," Robbie started, looking at the man. "Or, dare I say, the world?"

Bud's eyes widened, and the audience gasped. Bud nodded slowly.

"How did he know?" He heard Bud whisper.

"Good luck, Sir. You might one day be a stride in this town's lumber industry," he said.

Might. It was more important than most people thought it would be, the single word. Robbie didn't believe the man would be anything special. He had no particular talent, unless you counted swinging an axe recklessly a talent, which he was sure anyone could do. Plus, he doubted a reporter would ever want to cover something Bud Corduroy did.

His headset buzzed again, and he put his hands to his head, as if he was actually using magic.

"Susan Determined, lost a lot of family, also has struggled with health problems for years," his plants said.

"Oh dear," Robbie drawled. "I have received some terrible news. It's just devastating, my heart goes out to this person."

The crowd's eyes widened again, watching him with distress and interest. Perfect, I've got them right where I want them.

"Susan Determined, you've struggled with health problems for years," Robbie said. "After losing so many close to you, too. You're a real trooper, dear."

The crowd went silent for a minute, all giving sympathetic looks towards the older woman. Eyes closed as she started to shed a few tears.

"T-thank you, Robbie," Susan said quietly.

He saw an older woman, whom he assumed was Susan Determined, started to tear up in the audience. He saw a few people near her start to console her. He began to wonder what on earth was wrong with her appearance? He she tried at all? And when she did speak, what was wrong with her voice? There was something wrong, in Robbie's opinion, maybe that's what becoming an old hag did to you.

He decided to move on before he had to deal with more of this. It only made him remember more why he hated this town, the people here, and generally everything about it. Right now, he couldn't show his disgust. He had to at least look friendly towards the people.

"For my next act, I'm going to take this audience into another wonder of magic and my abilities, predicting and seeing events," Robbie said. As his amulet started to glow, he held out his hand, a deck of cards appearing. He saw the audiences eyes widen at the sight. He smiled at them, shuffling the cards.

What no one but himself could see, though, was the little wisps above the audiences head, feeding him the information to these cards. The wisps was what powered his ability to use these cards. And as he called on one, it told him what the person had been doing recently, what they had done years ago, he could see their entire lives play out before them.

He slowly gathered information, making sure not to take in too much at a time. He knew that could put too much stress on his mind. As he gathered enough information, he looked at the card.

Fairly Odd, Robbie saw the name read at the top of the card. It showed the woman doing something completely normal, which was ironic and strange at the same time. He couldn't imagine having such a weird name like Fairly. And to think she had been called the most normal person in town and have that name, he could almost chuckle.

Almost.

"Did anyone know that Miss Fairly Odd today, was buying gas today at ten o clock this morning?" Robbie said, holding up the card.

"Wow! I was!" He heard Fairly call out. Her voice was incredibly generic, which was expected. At least it was better than Susan Determined's voice, though.

He looked at the next card, and read the name at the top, Pacifica Pines.

Pacifica. What a dumb name. Sounded too weird, and something that someone would've called their kid in a different century. She had to have moved here recently, as he didn't remember her name anywhere before, either.

When Robbie looked down at the card, after contemplating this Pacifica, who he assumed was a girl for a minute, he saw something that when he saw it, Robbie went out of character and went as far as to show it as an expression on his face, breaking his persona of complete kindness and innocence.

The card, besides her name, was completely blank.

Robbie looked at the next card, which happened to be someone called Wendy, with the same last name as Pacifica, whose card was also completely blank. How could this be? There wasn't a way to resist his magic, he doubted they even knew it was there!

Robbie looked up at the audience for a second, seeing the wisps floating above the spectators heads. Except for two girls. And when Robbie got a look at the two, he realized they were the exact same girls from the incident yesterday, who were holding one of the Journals, which he thought he had left with Bill.

Had he mentioned the redhead, Wendy, was cuter in person?

What is wrong with those two? Robbie thought. Do they know about the magic? Have they found a shield from my powers? Are they, trying to destroy me?

Robbie took a deep breath. He still had a show to do. Robbie refined his posture, looking away from Wendy and Pacifica, though out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pacifica, the blonde one, raise her eyebrow curiously, but Robbie refused to give her the satisfaction of him noticing.

"I apologize, my audience. There was a. . . disruption in the field of magic. Magic, being just like our world, has ripples and defaults in it, making it imperfect, like us. Now, let us continue on, shall we?"

I need to call Bill. He will have to know something about this.