If you asked Pacifica Northwest the other day if she would fight a ghost that had cursed her family name over 150 years ago would come back to haunt them and that the only way to get rid of said ghost was to team up with her kinda-sorta-arch-rival's nerdy twin brother, she would've called you crazy.

If you asked her right now...yeah, she'd probably still call you crazy.

She still wasn't even convinced it had happened herself. I mean, a ghost? They didn't exist. And even if they did, what did they have against her or her parents? Everyone else in Gravity Falls loved them. It didn't matter if some dead guy didn't like what they did. He was dead. Dead people don't come back to life.End of story. It couldn't have been real.

But the fear of being chased was real. The disappointment that her whole family was a fraud was real. The guilt she felt when she was called 'another link in the world's worst chain' was real. The trauma when she saw everyone who attended their party scream as they were turned to wood was real.

So why couldn't she just believe it?

Maybe it was because that was how she was brought up; unbelieving and uncaring. She remembered when she showed her parents that document stating that her great-great-grandfather didn't found the town. They looked it over in silence for a few minutes...and then they started laughing. Pacifica was utterly confused. Where was the joke? What was going on?

Oh, Pazi. Her father chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. Wherever did you find such...hilarity? Was it from that ugly man who runs the newspaper?

No, Dad, it's from those awful Pines twins! She accused. They said that Nathaniel was just an old, dumb farm boy! And that weird boy gave me this.

Her parents had finally finished their bout of laughter, giving their daughter a stern look. She knew that look. It usually meant either one of two things; she'd be getting herself another lesson on life from her father, or...

She shuddered at the second thought. Even after getting over that stupid bell, it still didn't mean that she was completely over the pain that it had caused her over her life.

Thankfully, it was the former rather than the latter. Her father kneeled down and put a hand on her shoulder, his expression unreadable. And when he opened his mouth, the words he spoke engraved themselves into her mind.

Sweetie. He said with a smile. Don't you get it? It doesn't matter if this is true or not. This town can't do anything to hurt us, because we have money and they don't. They can think whatever they want about us. It won't change a thing. We'll still be rich, and they'll still be poor. That's the way the world works.

And they never spoke about it again.

At the time, Pacifica had just accepted it as fact. Even after having a huge bombshell like that thrown onto her, she still believed that the Northwests were good people. They had to be, because if they weren't, they wouldn't be rich. That was the philosophy she had grown up with, and it was what she had known since she was born.

At least, until the party.

After the mini-golf disaster that had occurred between her and the twins, she hadn't really spoken to them all that much, and never approached them whenever she did happen to catch a glimpse of them, trying to save face. Heck, she hadn't even bothered to remember their names; she just knew them as 'Sweater Girl' and 'Weird Boy'.

So when her father suggested that she pick the boy up to deal with their newfound ghost problem, she had been appalled. Her, a Northwest, asking for help by...commonfolk?! It was absurd that her father had even come up with the plan.

Yet, her father insisted, and she (reluctantly) went down to the hovel they called a house to ask them to get rid of the ghost.

She didn't think that her entire life would change in that one singular night, but somehow, it had. She had went from a Northwest who followed all the rules and always abided her parents to...well, what she was now.

And the weird thing was, she kinda liked it. And hated it. At the same time.

She hated that her family was all a fake. It hurt, realizing that everything she thought she knew about them was caused by lies, or cheating someone out of a deal. It made her feel dirty, because it seemed like she was just going to continue that trend, just like her parents wanted her to.

But she didn't want to be like them. She wanted to change, and be someone else, someone who was actually good for a change, but she didn't know how. She didn't even know if she could at this point. Was it too late? Was she too far gone? Was there no help to save her from becoming who she was meant to be?

She sighed, rubbing her forehead in frustration. She couldn't deal with these thoughts right now. It was the middle of the night, and she needed to get her beauty sleep. After all, a Northwest cannot look tir-

No! She scolded herself angrily. I don't care about being a Northwest! I want to be me!

She flopped out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, hoping that it would have some of the answers to her problems.

And yet, there was nothing.

She groaned, her head turning out to the window beside her bed. Lifting up the blinds, she looked out upon the forests of Gravity Falls. The pines gently swayed with the movement of the winds, the shadows dancing on the freshly trimmed grass of the mansion's lawn. The moon beamed over the earth below, illuminating the world in its ghostly glow. The stars twinkled in the night sky, seemingly taunting her, shining just above her head, unable to be reached.

She chuckled. It was pretty ironic. She had probably every single thing her had ever needed in her life given to her, but the things that she actually wanted were what she would probably never get.

Watching those stars reminded her of Dipper. She hadn't known much about him before the whole ghost thing. All she knew was that he was the twin to her arch-rival and that he caused weird things to happen. If that wasn't enough to make her hate him, he was the one who started untangling how awful her family was with that document about who the town founder was. If he hadn't been there, she would have been comfortable in believing what she had been told her entire life. She should be angry, accuse him of the fake document, slander, and every other crime in the book, and get him and his family sued and possibly even arrested. It would be so simple and easy to just tell them what they had done to her...

...and yet, she couldn't.

After everything that had happened between them in the mansion, it made her sick to her stomach to do anything to hurt him. He had saved her life, and she may have save his by pulling that lever, she still felt like she was indebted to him. She had insulted him and his family on multiple occasions.

Maybe it was time for her to help fix that.

Tomorrow, she was going to go over to that Shack, and find some way to help undo that feeling in her gut every time she thought about the Pines.

Perhaps then, she'll feel better.

Laying down on her bed, she closed her eyes, thinking of how she was going to explain why she had come over there again.