Wendy Corduroy hated responsibility. She avoided it with her dad and her brothers. She avoided it when her Boss ordered her around work. She avoided it at school. So when she started getting dreams of a greater destiny for herself, she avoided that too. Wendy didn't want some great heroic lineage, she didn't want to be some ancient hero, didn't want to be the Slayer, whatever the hell that was.
Her dad had gotten a letter a few weeks informing her that a pair of something called Watchers were on their way to assess her abilities. Normally it would only be one, but the pair had family in the area so it wasn't anything to be alarmed about, if she wanted to be alarmed that is.
So here she sat, barely paying attention to her English teacher warble on about the poetic beauty of Romeo and Juliet for the third time this and almost screeching when a piece of paper landed on her desk. A hastily scrawled "u ok" was written on one side in the distinctive, hasty writing of one of her closest friends Dipper Pines. The boy in question, brown hair messy and eyes tired, sat at the desk next to her pouring over Romeo and Juliet, again.
Dipper and his twin Mabel had arrived in town the previous year after the loss of their parents and the pair had quickly proven themselves to be charming and likable. They gravitated towards her easily, the duos sharp wits and occasional viciousness to anybody who tried to upset Wendy had endeared them to her within seconds. Wendy scrawled a quick yeah onto the piece of paper before quickly tossing it onto her friends desk. He glanced at it for a millisecond before turning to look at her and raising an eyebrow. Wendy mumbled a curse. Even in the written form she couldn't lie to Dipper and was beginning to think of an excuse when another piece of paper landed on her desk. It was another piece of paper neatly folded and crisp, on it was written "are you really okay?" in Neon pink gel pen. Mabel kicked the back of her chair eagerly, obviously eager for her response. She quickly scribbled a hasty, "at lunch" before turning back to the play.

"So, a bunch of British guys think you're the messiah?" Mabel's voice was quizzical and disbelieving. She perched on the table next to her, feet on the wooden seats.
"Kinda. I guess, I don't really understand, I tried to Google slayer, but only got references to the band." Wendy offered a chunk of sandwich to the girl sat on the table next to her, who eagerly accepted. She quickly waved her food in front of the boy sat on the seat at her other side. Dipper waved his hand dismissively, eyes glued to the tablet in front of him. Words shot frantically across the screen as he browsed page after page of different texts.
Wendy was about to ask him what he was doing when he gave out a triumphant cry and thrust the screen into her face. Eye's flicking over the screen Wendy quickly read the passage her friend had highlighted.
"Though her origins are still unknown, the slayers task is simple to destroy vampires and other beings of Supernatural realms with intent to harm humans." Dipper recited the passage from next to her, triumphantly biting a chunk out of her sandwich and puffing out his chest slightly.
"Yeah, but what the hell does that mean? Vampires aren't real." Almost as soon as it had risen Dipper's chest fell again. Before he could respond to Wendy's criticism Mabel hopped off the bench and began packing her things.
"I gotta run! I'm working on a piece for drama and I'm staying late to work on my art project. Bro-Bro, I need you to make sure that the table we booked for our great uncle's visit tomorrow is still set for six. Think you can do that?" She paused then turned to Wendy, "You still cool to come with us Wendy?" Mabel's voice was bright and optimistic, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The twins had been abuzz all week for the arrival of their 'Gruncle's.' This wasn't particularly surprising to Wendy, the pair had been bounced from relative to relative after the death of their parents before eventually ending up in a foster home in Gravity Falls. Wendy considered it must be nice to finally meet at least someone in their family who cared. Dipper nodded his head to his sister before returning to his tablet, no doubt scouring for more information on the slayer. Wendy gave a quick wave to her friend before retrieving her sandwich from Dipper and continuing with her lunch.

Mabel shouldn't have worked so late. Night was starting to fall by the time she crept out of the art rooms and she began making her way home. She was halfway out of the school entrance when she saw her. A girl, maybe a few years older than Mabel leaning against a tree. She wore a black skirt and a simple but expensive looking purple button down shirt. Her golden hair was tied in a neat ponytail and her skin was impossibly pale. She was enchanting and Mabel couldn't help but stare as the girl began to make her way over.
"What are you doing coming out of school so late? Burning the midnight oil?" The girls voice was sharp, but it had a strange softness to it that reached the girls eyes.
Mabel took a quick breath, preparing to respond as sophisticated as she could. "Art!" as soon as the words left her mouth, Mabel began mentally kicking herself preparing for the girls dismissal.
"Well, you do have a distinctive style." indicating the bright pink binder under Mabel's arm. "What's your name, Miss artist?" The girl gave Mabel a gentle smile, showing off dazzlingly white teeth.
"Mabel! Mabel Pines! You?" Mabel realised once she finished talking that she may have, almost certainly been shouting. The girl seemed not to mind, reaching out to fiddle with a sticker on the edge of Mabel's cardigan.
"Mabel." The girl rolled the name slowly, taking it in slowly. "Such a pretty name, it suits you." She continued to fiddle with the sticker, which depicted a small shooting star, oblivious to the deep flush that had stained Mabel's cheeks. "Mines Pacifica, it is most certainly a pleasure to meet you Mabel."
Mabel started to worry she might hyperventilate and in a moment of sheer fight or flight she yelped, "would you like one?"
"Like what?" Pacifica responded, perplexed.
"A sticker." Mabel said, pushing one into the side of the older girls cheek before quickly fleeing towards the school entrance. "I gotta go! I'll see you around!" She shouted over her shoulder, glancing back at the confused blonde.
Pacifica carefully plucked the sticker from her cheek and inspected the cartoonish rainbow before slipping it into her pocket. "I'll see you around Mabel."

"Wendy, wait up!" Wendy had nearly made it out of school when Thompson skidded to a halt next to her. Wendy liked Thompson, of his entire gang he was the most approachable and definitely the most likable. He was reasonably normal compared to the rest of his friends who were all kind of odd, the only strange air he exuded was the fact that he seemed almost constantly tired. "You gotta go see the new physics teacher he says its urgent." Wendy paused for a second, everyone had heard about the two teachers that had disappeared a few weeks prior, apparently they'd ran off together in the middle of the night.
"But Thompson, I haven't taken science in years. I hate physics, its just fancy maths, why the hell does he want to talk to me." Thompson only shrugged before hurrying away towards the parking lot, where no doubt his friends and his car awaited him. Taking a deep breath, Wendy rushed back towards the school building hoping that whatever it was it wouldn't make her late for dinner with the Pines twins.

She found the room easily and quickly stepped inside and almost ran head first into one of the two men that awaited her inside. If Wendy had to describe the two men that awaited her inside the room, she would say they looked like the same fifty year old man in two different funhouse mirrors. Where one was wiry and lean, the other was stocky and muscular. The stocky one wore a shabby suit and a loose fitting tie. Meanwhile the lean one wore a fuzzy maroon sweater and a tan overcoat. The wiry man sat behind a desk, typing furiously and mumbling curses under his breath. His compatriot had turned round and grabbed her shoulders after their near collision.
"Poindexter she's here." The mans voice was gruff but strangely light, like it had a hint of levity to it. He let go of her before trudging to one of the lab tables and hoisting himself atop it. The man at the keyboard looked up and caught sight of her, and leapt to his feet.
"Ahh, Miss Corduroy, thank you for visiting us. My name is Ford and this is my brother Stan and we've been tasked by the Watchers council with training you."
"No!" Wendy couldn't control the sudden shout that ripped from her throat. "I refuse, I don't want to be your saviour, I don't want to fight monsters. I just want to be in school. I want to spend time with my friends, with my family. The people I love and who love me. I refuse, I refuse to do it, end of." Wendy turned and stormed out of the room before either of the men could stop her.

The stinging pain of her bare fists slamming into the punching bag felt strangely soothing to Wendy. The dark gloom of her families garage had always been comforting and her father and brothers understood her need for privacy when she settled into one of her moods. After loosing her mother, Wendy had found solace in boxing and learning to fight, a trait that had only been heightened by her newfound powers. Thanks to the innate abilities of the Slayer she could stay in here for hours and almost no one interrupted her.
"Wendy? Are you okay?" She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned to be face to face with Dipper Pines. His eyes were soft and a gentle smile played on his lips. Wendy couldn't even bring herself to speak she just wrapped her friend in a tight hug. As she sunk into his arms Wendy felt a deep relief surge through her as he gently ran his hands through her hair. "It'll be okay Wendy, me and Mabel will always have your back. I promise." Wendy felt his kind words sooth her and she allowed him to lead her out of the garage and back into the house. "Now, you gotta get ready we have dinner in half an hour." Wendy gave out a startled yelp and rushed up to her bedroom.
"I gotta get ready! Wait a minute while I change!" and with that Wendy shot off up the stairs and out of sight.

The restaurant was nice, Wendy sat next to Dipper and her hand settled comfortably on his knees giving him the occasional reassuring squeeze. She felt him tense uncomfortably as two men entered the restaurant, he'd changed out of his tan overcoat and his compatriot had put on a sharper suit but they were most certainly the two men who had talked to her in the physics room. As they arrived at the table Ford's eyebrows rose as he took in the sight of Wendy, Dipper and their close proximity. "Mabel, Dipper it is such a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm so excited to get to spend time with you all." Stan gave the three of them a wink "It's gonna be great you little gremlins."
The two took there seats across from the trio and Wendy took a deep breath and considered just how different her life was going to be.