Hey everyone, I am starting a new series in Gravity Falls and I have been thinking on the beginning for a while so I hope you like it. It is 10 years in the future and will be switching from first person to third person at points I see fit. So as usual comment on things you'd like to see in the future and constructive criticism is lovely (NO FLAMES)

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Prologue

As Dipper and Mabel Pines have left the small but exciting town of Gravity Falls 10 years ago, they had no idea on if they would come back. But people moved on, living life with the weirdness around them, carefree ever since Bill was erased. The NorthWest regained their money after investing in to Zipcoin and bought their house back from Fiddleford. The Pines brothers returned home to continue their lives. Few things have changed, a bar was added to the town, it was called Pine Tree Tavern. But the question in this story is that can people truly change?

First-Person: Pacifica

The Pine Tree Tavern was more of a nightclub then an actual tavern. It had a dance floor and a large bar that stretches across the one wall. Sure it had a separate part of the building for renting to sleep for the night, but those were usually used for the people that were wayyyyy too drunk to go home so they charged them a room, which is a smart idea I personally think.

I was broken from my concentration when John, my boyfriend, stopped his lime green 2013 Wamborghini Gallardo in front of the bar. He was the stereotypical jock, he was rich, ripped, tall, and was hot headed, but was as hot as a Speedo model. He had a buzz-cut hairstyle and wore a pair of converse with khakis and a muscle shirt that made his six-pack stick out. He also had a black leather jacket on over his shirt. I had a lake-foam green dress on that I with a pair of matching heels. I had my purple eye shadow on (I swear I wish they made a permanent set because it takes forever to put it on) and my hair straightened.

"Come on, let's head in" John says in his "trying to act tough" voice, typical. Even though he had everything, he was still tried too hard. Hell, the last couple guys were like that come to think of it. There was only one guy that had the balls to talk back to me, but he hasn't been around for a while, plus my parents would never, and I mean NEVER approve of him.

"What about the car, aren't you going to park it?" I ask John, which bugged him but let it go.

"Na, it'll be fine" he says with a smirk, and we head into the bar.

As expected on a Friday night, it was crowded, which meant people were bumping into others, which meant there will be a poor soul that will face John's short pacitance. As we walk near the bar, we walked into three people and John got that annoyed look on his face. We got to the bar and sat there for about ten minutes when John spun around and hit a man, drink in hand. "Oh god" I say under my breath. Somehow, the drink spilled all over John instead of the man, which was John's last straw.

"What the HELL! ASSHOLE, LOOK WHAT YOU DID" John practically yells in the man's face.

"Sorry man, I can't read your mind." the man pleads to John. He was just short of John around, six foot. He wore a black shirt with an unbuttoned red and black flannel over it, he had on a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of South Face hiking boots, which were clearly be used for its purpose. He also had a blue and white baseball cap on with a pair of aviators on the visor. He had a sense of charming smile and a pair of pale blue eyes that matched his hat, he also had cool brown hair. I found him kind of cute but badass at the same time.

"Oh yeah, I BET your sorry. Do you even know who I am, what I can do?!" John says as stands up straight to make himself seem bigger than he really is.

"Let me guess, by the looks of you and you dating Pacifica Northwest, I'm going to say you are a rich, stuck-up snob who works out to have girls like him even though he's an asshole kind of guy" the man says, either he is stupid or brave, or both.

"Hey, don't you dare insult him like that, and you will refer to me as Ms. Northwest" I say with a snotty tone. This shithead pissed me off now, he's going to pay

"And you ,Pacifica Northwest, I expected better from you, dating a blunt-headed idiot. Clearly I was wrong, people never change" the man chuckles. Did he just insult me, and what does he mean that he "expected me" to choose better, do I know him?

"You little punk, I'm gonna gut you" John says as he moves his jacket back to reveal a sheath knife that was hooked to his belt. As John pulled it on the man, he responded by pulling collapsible baton. He hits John in the kneecap and wraps his arm around his with the knife in his hand and all of a sudden, I heard a snap, followed but a scream of pain, the entire bar fell silent and watched us. John dropped the knife which the man catches, he snapped it in half, throwing the blade at the dart board and getting a bull's eye.

"Now, do you know who I AM?" the man asks John and I, but both of us are in shock to what just happened to talk. He slams the baton on the ground to close it and to scare us (I think) because we both jumped.

"Well for future advise, DON'T MESS WITH A PINES!" The man yells at John, now weeping on the floor in pain. And at that, the man takes his sunglasses off his hat and puts them on. It reveals a blue pine tree on it, and that's when I knew.

"Di...Dipper? Is it you." I ask in the most shaky voice I could, trying to make him feel bad so he would talk to me.

"I wasn't kidding, you deserve better but unfortunately, people tend to not change." he said with righteous but disappointed tone in his voice. And with that, he walks towards the door when the bartender asked him for his tab. Dipper gave him a hundred dollar bill, "Keep the change" Dipper said with a low and rough voice and he leaves the bar. The crowd was still dead silent from the fight, mumbles and whispers filled the air as he left the bar. "Was that him?","Dipper is that town hero right?", "Isn't the bar named after him?".

I scrabble to the door when I see two things, a black GT Mustang pulling away with skids and a roar. And what wasn't surprising, John's car being towed away. 'Great, just fucking great' I think to myself as I head back into the bar, calling 911 since John has most likely a broken arm. And his parents are going to blame me, as usual, fun. 'This is going to be a long night'.

Hey, I'm thinking about starting a new series off of this so if I get maybe two follows or some favorites, I will continue. Like, Comment, Recommend future stories and chapters, Just no flames, Thanks. And I willlllllllllll see y'all later.