Pacifica's POV

"othis is where it actually happens." I say as I could already feel the painting watch us.

"Well, it seems to be the place where it would happen." He pondered as he took out his equipment. "This is for tracking the ghost." He explains briefly.

He turns it on and a blue light flashes on above his face and the meter seems to be rising. "Hmm. It seems to be he belongs to the category one. Don't worry." He says as he opens his journal and shows me the picture of a simple ghost.

"And what are you gonna do? Read stories to it?" I joke as I felt the things around us started to levitate. "Bad Joke." I mutter as my eyes went wide.

"You should've not said that." Dippers says as he covers me in his back, protecting me. The anonymous things started to float around us and we keep on dodging the sharp forks.

"What do you want?!" Dipper screams as he dodges the plate coming towards him.

"I want revenge." A deep voice echoes through the room and the frame starts to shake. And arm passes out through the painting, then follow another. He seems to be covered in a blue aura which makes me shiver nervously.

"I want revenge on the Northwest Family." He says as a huge body escapes from the painting, making it blank.

'Bad joke Pacifca. You should've not said that.' My sub-conscious tells me.