Author's Note : Greeting, fellow readers. 'Tis I, Romanion781, and I have been in cahoots with a fellow gnome who has shared stories with me-
Stories about the Pines twins.
Some stories were weird, some stories were absolutely hilarious, but I believe this one, Give Back the Falls, has to be the most interesting. The Unnamed Gnome, however, can only meet with me on certain days, and so, I will not be updating for some time.
On the bright side, the Pines' story is certainly not over.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer : I do not own Gravity Falls, but I sure wish I do.
Chapter 1
Pacifica Northwest lost everything.
She lost one of her two ponies. She lost her wealth … her mansion … her fame … Heck, she even lost her friends, who only liked her for her ponies, wealth, mansion, and fame. How unfortunate.
The Northwest was heiress no more, and as she began to accept her new, middle-class, pony-less life, she then realized that there was one-no, two-things she lost.
Dipper and Mabel Pines.
Ever since those twins came to Gravity Falls for the summer, Pacifica's life had changed. For one, her popularity level had arisen and fallen; two, she learned that there was another person as good as golf as her; and three, the best place for romance was in a burlap sack.
Pacifica sighed dreamily, inhaling Greasy Diner's woodsy scent. You know, wood reminded her of trees. And when she thought of trees, she thought of Pine trees. And when she thought of Pine cones, she thought of-
"Pacifica!" screeched Lazy Susan. "We have to get this place cleaned up before our guests come!"
"Guests?" Pacifica, the youngest waitress at Greasy's Diner, asked. The everyday folks of Gravity Falls weren't exactly worthy to be called "guests," to be honest. These "guests" had to be from a far away land, like Marius Von Fundshauser. Lazy Susan, a few waiters, and even more few waitresses hustled around, repairing holes in the floor, trying to get raccoons from the window, and/or attempting to get pies to spin.
Before moving to help, Pacifica took a good, long look at herself in a nearby mirror. Pacifica's face was much more weary, her face was becoming less round … but her cute nose was still as fair as ever. Though she had lost many things, the former heiress still had her long, golden locks, drawn up by a black hair ribbon. Her turquoise eyes reminded loved ones of their adventures on the sea, her bangs were a bit shorter than usual, and instead of wearing her usual classy outfit, she wore her uniform-a white-collared pink dress, white apron, high socks, and black Mary Jane's. Not to mention, she looked more like a woman than she did when her twelve-year-old counterpart.
"Pacifi-"
"Coming!" she slightly growled, picking up a broom and sweeping away. As she swept, Pacifica continued to think of everything her family had lost and what the future could bring.
To be honest, all she had been doing since the Pines left was get a job, work at that job, going to not a private but public school ( "Horrendous!" Priscilla screeched ), and balancing high school and its work, being on thin ice with her parents, and her job.
"Is this my life now?" Pacifica sighed to herself, now wiping the tables.
"Yes, it is."
Pacifica lurched up, alarmed by the sudden voice, only to realize it was Lazy Susan.
"That's what I used to ask myself, darling," Lazy Susan frowned, but then smiled. "So I got this job and looked forward to the future!"
"I love working here," Pacifica said honestly, "but I feel like something's missing from my life." She then bit her lip, thinking. Should she really tell Lazy Susan this?
"What's wrong?"
"I've been thinking about … some people."
Lazy Susan lifted one of her eyelids in confusion.
"Okay, okay; someone."
"Oh." Lazy Susan looked confused, but then she smiled. "Ohhh! Ohhh!" Her smile fell. "How unfortunate."
"Lazy Susan," Pacifica rose an eyebrow. "I like that person. Like, a lot."
"Oh, liking someone!" Lazy Susan smiled with understanding. "The last man I fancied was Stanford Pines. Or was it, Stanley? I never knew the difference."
One's experienced and mysterious, and the other one never wears pants, Pacifica thought, but then shook her head. Anyway, hearing "Pines" made Pacifica's heart beat three times as fast. (Wait, isn't that dangerous?)
"What did you like about Stan?" Pacifica crossed her arms.
"Oh, well," Lazy Susan began after barking at a clumsy waiter, " … let's see … Oh! He was funny, mysterious, adventurous, and never wore pants in public! How brave."
How absurd.
"Right …," Pacifica sniggered, thinking of the twins' odd uncle(s). She wondered what they were doing.
Her train of thought stopped when a bronze packard rolled into the parking lot. A trail of people had been chasing it …
That must be the guest, Pacifica cocked her head.
"Everyone, get ready," Lazy Susan giggled, trying to keep still. The waiters and waitresses tended other eaters, trying not to pay attention, and Lazy Susan turned to the heiress.
"Speaking of Stan …," she smiled knowingly. "Guess who's our guest?"
"I dunno. Who?"
The door swung open to reveal four people and a pig. Pacifica gasped, nearly dropping her dish towel.
The first two people who walked into the diner were men, brothers, and were about seventy. In spite of this, they stood tall, looked healthy, but smelled like sea water and marine animals. One wore glasses, a trench coat, and fluffy gray hair, and the other, his twin, also wore glasses, looked a bit older, wore a suit, and a familiar hat.
The second pair that had walked in were also twin siblings, boy and girl, but looked a bit different from one another. The boy was a wee bit shorter than the girl, with curly brown hair beneath a mahogany Pine Tree trucker hat, an unzipped black jacket, an orange T-shirt, khaki shorts, white socks, and a pair of black high tops. If one looked closely at his face, they'd notice peach fuzz hairs near his nose. The boy's twin sister's waterfall of brown hair matched Pacifica's in length, but the similarities ended there. Opposing Pacifica's regal and girly attitude, the twin girl wore an oversized hot pink sweater with the letters "G" and "F" on them, a mahogany skirt, and a pair of brown shoes. In her arms was a round, squealing pig.
Pacifica gasped. The Pines family.
Teh Psien aer sgtseu ;etl's ese hwat ehnpsap xtne.
And here we go! This chapter was really fun to do, and I nearly lost inspiration to keep going. But you reviewers always push me back on my feet. Enjoy this chapter and please review! Send me feedback, please follow, and I'll try to update as fast as possible. Oh yeah, and the beginning was a reference to Lost Legends. I made the code for this chapter really easy ( on accident ), but they'll get harder as the story progresses.
God bless, and have a good day!
( This story was based on "Return to the Falls," from Ideas' Wikia and a few other stories I've thought up of. )