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Theta K it back again once again and am ready to serve up some fanfiction goodness!
This is gonna be my rewrite for my Gravity falls fic, of the same title.
Hope you guys and guyettes enjoy!
KAPLAM!
Dipper
It had been a rather extraordinary day for the Mystery Twins.
It wasn't everyday that people like them get to go to the house of richest family in Gravity Falls.
The term house was used rather modestly.
The Northwest Family Manor had truely been a sight to behold. From the intricate carvings, to the flamboyant decorations, the mansion was everything Dipper had expected it to have been.
He had also made a new friend, Pacifica freaking Northwest!
She had looked pretty ravishing in that purple dress of hers, and she had such a cute flustered expression on her face when she had hugged the boy. And messing up her parents' carpet had been pretty fun too.
Yup. He was screwed... He was crushing on THE Pacifica Northwest after all...
Overall Dipper was in a pretty good mood when they reached the Mystery Shack. While he did miss the Ghost Harassers Marathon,the eventful day had easily made up for that.
Dipper strolled into the Shack, hoping to catch the last few hours at the very least.
Stan was in the bathroom and Mabel was in the kitchen.
That was when things began to go sour.
Very sour...
There was a knock at the door of the shack. Dipper went to answer it, wondering who would be visiting them at eleven forty in the night.
The door revealed the figures of a man and a woman, both of whom had a troubled expression on their faces.
"Uncle Steven? Aunt Greta" it was Dipper's father's brother and sister-in-law. Both had disheveled hair, and bloodshot eyes.
"Good evening Dipper, could you call the rest of the family... We have some... Troubling news..." Greta breathed out. Dipper nodded and called out to Mabel and Stan.
By the time they had arrived, Dipper had seated his aunt and uncle by the table.
The news they brought had been troubling indeed...
It was about Dipper and Mabel's parents...
There had been an accident. A truck, the driver was drunk out of his mind. His parents had been caught in the accident. They had been returning from the movies when the truck had rammed into their car.
They were dead before they reached the hospital.
Steven and Greta had rushed to Gravity Falls as soon as they left the hospital. They had to inform the twins. The information was too sensitive to be sent over by mail. The twins would need someone they trust to deliver the news.
Sadly they couldn't stay. They had to leave. They had a six year old daughter to take care of too. She was sick and couldn't make the trip. She had been left with the babysitter with only two days of supplies. Steven and Greta had been in a hurry.
Stanford Pines was now the legal guardian of the two. The twins' great fondness of their great uncle had been clearly established in the frequent letters they had sent their parents. They had even been considering moving to gravity falls after the summer was over.
Stan had been left with money, it was for Dipper and Mabel. They had to complete their education and the money would go for tuition fee.
Dipper was numb to the world after all the events that had transpired. He did not shed tears even though he really wanted to. He had to remain strong. For Mabel in the very least.
He looked up to find his sister sobbing uncontrollably, gripping onto her guardian, their grunkle in a vice like grip.
"Grunkle Stan... Could I-" he paused, "Could we spend a few days in the cabin. Alone" he needed some time to cope with all that had happened. Even if he wanted to be alone, he knew that he couldn't leave Mabel alone in the shack.
The older man just mutely nodded, rummaging around in his pocket, and pulling out a slightly rusty key.
Dipper's movements were sluggish but he managed to work his way up the stairs and into the attic, where he and his sister stayed. He grabbed his duffel bag and neatly placed in a few pairs of clothes, his journal, an extra cap, and his kit of survival supplies.
The door creaked open and his older twin walked into the room. She ripped open her bag and stuffed a few clothes and a bunch of her sweaters into it. She then looked up and nodded to Dipper. She was ready.
The two walked down the stairs, and made their way towards the wooden cabin. They had found the place a few weeks ago, a little while after they found the society of the blind eye. It was a little worn out, but Dipper and Stan were able to fix it up with a little bit of elbow grease and sweat.
It wasn't really all that far from the shack, about half a mile or so...
Pacifica
She was hyperventilating. The party was over and almost all of the guests had left, it was only a matter of minutes until her parents a would get a hold of her
She glanced at her father from the corner of her eye. He looked calm and composed but she could see that he was pissed behind his facade.
Her heartbeat quickened when she noticed the only guest left was Baron Friegunshire. He seemed to be bidding adieu to her father as she breathed his name.
Her heartbeat stopped for a second when she noticed that the ballroom was empty save for Preston Northwest, Priscilla Northwest and Pacifica Northwest.
The older man stalked towards his daughter in cold and calculated steps. Her breath hitched in her throat as she began to contemplate what would happen to her. Her father looked right about ready to murder her.
She knew that she had done the right thing by letting the commoners into the mansion, they had created a mess, but her actions had saved the whole lot of them. She doubted her father would see it that way.
She glanced up to meet the man in the eyes. He was seething in anger. His eyes told her everything she needed to know
Smack!
She glared back defiantly at the Northwest patriarch
Smack!
Her head was jolted to the other side. Her left cheek was bruising.
Smack!
Another on her right cheek. It drew blood.
How dare you..." The man breathed a manic glint in his eyes. Malice dipped off every word he spoke.
The young teen had her hand up to her bruised cheek.
"I did the right thing..." The bruised girl spoke barely above a whisper.
Smack!
"What was that!?" Her father looked like he had been punched in the gut.
"I SAID I DID THE RIGHT TH-"
Smack!
The sound of his hand meeting her cheek cut her off.
"You dare raise your voice against your father!" He went to slap her again but was stopped by his wife.
"Dear" she whispered, "She's had enough"
Pacifica was on the floor, she had tears welled up in the eyes but refused to shed them. Her crimson blood stained her purple ball gown and her cheeks were purple from the abuse.
Preston took in a shuddering breath,
"Out"
His glare fixed itself on his daughter,
"I want you out of my house. You, Pacifica Elise Northwest are disowned from the family. Live the rest of your days begging on the streets..."
He took in another shaky breath, almost like he was reconsidering,
"I give you ten minutes to leave, or I will have you kicked out by force."
His resolve was unbroken.
The girl mutely walked up to her room, she already had a pack ready. She wanted to escape from her family for a long while.
She was in a confused middle ground between ecstasy and betrayal. He had always wanted to leave her old life behind, but the disowning still hurt.
As she was about to leave the house but she was stopped by her mother.
"Pacifica..." She breathed out. Pacifica was going to miss her mother.
She held out an envelope to her daughter. It was thick and rectangular.
"It's a thousand dollars. It isn't much but my hands are tied." She pulled out her handkerchief and cleaned her daughter's face off, wiping the blood away.
Her movements were gentle and caring.
"Go to one of your friends' house"
Pacifica almost scoffed, all of her friends only hung around her because of her money, and family name. They wouldn't take her in.
But Pacifica nodded her head none the less. She hugged her mother.
"Stay safe. This might be the last time I can see you in quite some time.
"Bye mom..." she now had a teary smile on her face. She wasn't alone. She had someone who actually cared about her.
"Bye Pacifica"
With that the blonde strode out of her old house, leaving her old self behind along with. She would be a new person. She no longer had to conform to her father's vision of a perfect daughter. She could be a free bird.
So she flapped her wings and was off.
Hope the new version of this is better. Decided to give a small role to Pacifica's mother. She is less of a bitch in this story...
Hope you guys liked this chapter all matters aside...
If anyone is interested in being a beta reader for this story please let me know...
BAI!