A/N: This is a series of oneshots that takes place six years after the canon series. I will try to make it as close to canon as possible, especially once Journal 3 is released.

When Preston and Priscilla lost their manor, they felt such shame that they fled the state, never to be seen again. Unfortunately, during their rush to leave Gravity Falls, they accidentally left Pacifica behind, forcing her to live out on the streets. The first few days were alright, but due to the exposure of the Northwests as frauds regarding who really founded the town, she was shunned by everyone in town (with the exception of Candy and Grenda, who always remembered to give her food and clothing).

Six years had past, and Pacifica was completely unrecognizable. Her hair had gotten so long and tangled that she had to shave it all off. The clothes she wore were ragged, and she taught herself to sew so she could patch up her outfits. But she was always cold and tired. Candy and Grenda still visited her, but the visits were rare due to Candy becoming McGucket's apprentice and Grenda training to become a woman wrestler.

So the only thing Pacifica could do was wait until nature killed her. She just wanted the suffering to end.

On one particular day, Pacifica was doing her usual routine of holding up a cardboard sign that read 'I Need Shelter'. But sadly, all she got was some money for food. After all, people were trained by the news to not welcome homeless people into their homes due to reports of theft, disease, and violent attacks.

So because of this, all Pacifica could do was sit in her cardboard box and hold up her sign, knowing that it was all pointless anyway. Maybe today would be the day her life would finally end-

"Pacifica?"

The ragged teen looked up, only to see a young man approach her. He had scruffy brown hair (which looked like it had not been cut for a while) and relatively pale skin, and his nose was a bit darker than the rest of his face. His eyes were brown with noticeable bags underneath. He wore a dark grey v-neck t-shirt, full-length black pants, black sneakers, a grey digital wristwatch, and a dark brown lumberjack hat. He looked rather lanky, yet she could see visible muscles on his arms and torso.

But wait, how did this guy know her name? She never saw him before.

"Who are you?" Pacifica asked as she stood up and got out of her cardboard box.

The young man responded by taking off his hat and lifting up his somewhat long bangs, revealing an unusual marking on his forehead that resembled the Big Dipper constellation. "Okay..." Pacifica said. What was the point of that?

The young man let out a sigh. "It's me," he said, putting his hat back on. "Dipper Pines."

"Dipper?" Pacifica asked. She was shocked. He looked so different. So...handsome. His face had changed so much, especially since the baby fat was gone. She could feel her heart pounding as her long-gone crush on him (something that emerged during the lumberjack ghost fiasco back in 2012) came back in full force.

"Yeah, I know," Dipper said. "You probably don't recognize me because of the hat. Wendy traded hats with me the last time I was here."

"Oh, right..." Pacifica said. The hat difference was the last thing on her mind. "So what are you doing here? I haven't seen you or your sister in years."

"That's because our parents wouldn't let us come back here," Dipper explained. "Especially since Grunkle Stan and Great-Uncle Ford are off traveling the world. So for the past six years, we've been stuck in Piedmont. Mabel and I parted after graduation. She's off to a fashion school, while I'm here for a technical college so I can finally work on my ghost-hunting show. So what happened to you? You seemed fine the last time I saw you."

Pacifica proceeded to explain how her life turned downhill after her parents accidentally abandoned her and that she was forced to live out on the streets for the past six years. She had to sacrifice everything, including her hair, in order to survive. By the time she was done, Dipper looked shocked.

"Oh Pacifica..." Dipper said. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's okay," Pacifica said. "I deserve this for being mean to everyone all those years ago."

"Pacifica Northwest, you don't deserve any of this!" Dipper said. "Hasn't anyone helped you?"

"Candy and Grenda used to visit me so they could give me food and clothing," Pacifica answered. "But they rarely visit nowadays due to their busy lives."

"Then how about you come with me?" Dipper asked. "I'll fix you up and let you stay at an apartment I'm renting."

Pacifica wasn't sure about this. On one hand, she was finally given the opportunity to get some shelter. But on the other hand, what if this offer was only temporary? After all, it probably won't be long before she's back on the streets again.

"I'll pass," Pacifica said, sitting back in her cardboard box.

But the next thing Pacifica knew, Dipper had picked her up and he was carrying her bridal style. "It's not an offer," he informed. "You're coming with me, whether you want to or not."

Some time later, Pacifica was resting in a bathtub filled with clean water. She sighed as she leaned in, since the only times she cleaned herself was during heavy rainstorms. Compared to that, having a proper bath felt kind of soothing.

Without thinking clearly, she reached for a nearby bottle of shampoo, only to quickly realize all of her hair was long gone. She sadly put the bottle down. Her hair was the one thing she truly missed. But that was then. It was time to move on.

Eventually Pacifica emerged from the bathroom wearing a comfortable light blue robe. She sighed in content as she rested on Dipper's bed, happy with feeling such a soft thing on her skin. She completely forgot what actual warmth felt like.

Some time later, Dipper came back with a bag of supplies. "Alright Pacifica," he said. "Let's get you back to normal." He took out a jar of bright green goop and unscrewed the lid.

"What's that?" Pacifica asked, curious.

"A special hair-growing goop," Dipper answered, scooping out some of the goop. "I found it back in 2012 when Mabel asked if the journal mentioned any hair-growth objects."

"Why would she need that?" Pacifica asked. The girl twin's hair was already pretty long the last time she saw her.

"She shaved off most of her hair while she was making a video called Mabel's Guide to Shaving Things," Dipper explained. "When she realized what she did, she asked if I could fix her mistake. That's when I found this goop. Apply it to the scalp and the hair is restored." He proceeded to apply the goop to Pacifica's bald scalp.

After a flash of green light, Pacifica felt her hair growing back. She noticed Dipper was surprised to see her new waist-length hair, because it wasn't straight and blonde. Instead it was light brown and curly with red highlights. Memories of Priscilla constantly straightening and bleaching the young girl's hair came back to Pacifica.

Dipper smirked. "I had a feeling you weren't a natural blonde," he said.

"My mom always said curls were ugly," Pacifica recalled. "She was only helping me unlock my real beauty."

"That's crazy," Dipper said. "You look amazing with curls."

"That won't wash away years of mental training," Pacifica said.

"Come on, Pacifica," Dipper said. "You're parents are long gone by now. They won't bother you any more. You can finally live life as a normal person, and I'll help you with that."

"Really?" Pacifica asked.

Dipper held Pacifica's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Trust me," he said with a soft smile.

After a few seconds, Pacifica smiled back. Hopefully this would be the beginning of a bright future...