(Before we start I want to explain before hand that my version of Reverse Falls differs from the majority I've seen in that this version is set in the canon world. The twins were sent up to their Grunkle Stan's for some fresh air, their family is not super rich. Stan owns the Mystery Shack. All the names are the same. I don't see any reason to change them. There are only a few major differences. At least at first. I think it would be more interesting to look at Dipper and Mable slowly BECOMING these cold, distant, homicidal characters from the cute lovable twins we've come to love. With that being said, let's get stated!)
Pacifica Northwest sat on a cold stool, staring at her parents through a glass panel that stood between them. She picked up the phone hesitantly, she wasn't really sure what she wanted to say.
"So how are things?" she tried
Her mother snatched the phone from her husband before he could even get a word out. "Oh Pacifica! It's been awful! there's no butlers or servants. I asked for a simple oyster platter for lunch and the kitchen staff couldn't even manage that. Do you know what they gave me? Spaghetti and meatballs! Do I look like I eat complex carbs to you? Not to mention these horrid orange jumpsuits. It's a nightmare!"
'Well that's what happens when you go to jail mother.' Pacifica thought bitterly
Pacifica's father, Preston, took the phone back from his wife. "Pacifica. Listen to me. What is left of the estate?"
"Nothing." Pacicifa replied half-heartedly, her father looked like he was about to cry "It's all gone."
"Oh I just can't believe this is happening." Preston said softly " We only cheated our taxes fifty thousand dollars. That's practically pocket change!" he wailed
"So what happens now?" Pacifica asked "Who's going to take care of me?"
"You'll go stay with your cousin, Richard Press." Preston said
"I have a cousin Richard?"
"Apparently he's your next of kin. Anyway he lives in Boston, he'll be here to pick you up in about a week. Until then you'll have to stay in a hotel. But make it frugal. Only four stars this time!"
"What? No way! I don't want to go to Boston." Pacifica argued
"And I don't want to be in prison. We don't have a choice here, sweety." Preston snapped "Unless you can find someone in town who dosen't hate us and is willing to let you stay with them."
Pacififica hung her head. she knew her father was right. she'd never be able to stay in Gravity Falls now.
"I'm going to get it back you know." She said into the phone "Our money, our estate, our reputation. I'll have it all waiting for you by the time you get out. I promise you." She hung up the phone and walked away.
*************************Scene Change**************************
"Gideon Charles Gleeson, you clean up your room this instant!" Bud Gleeson ordered in as close to an angry tone as he ever got
Gideon sighed "Yeah Pa, sure." He agreed just to get his Dad off his back. Admitably, his room was a total mess, papers and books were spewn all over the floor, there were candy wrappers laying around, his bed was unmade. But Gideon was a little proud of his messy room. He thought it reflected a kind of 'mad-scientist' feeling. And Gideon really didn't want to clean it up anyway. He had more important things to do with his summer then make his stupid bed.
He buried his nose in an old leather bound book again and went back to his notes. He was currently examining one page that looked like blueprints for some machine. But he had no idea how to read them. It looked like they were incomplete. He closed the book and looked at the six fingered hand on the cover in gold, the hand had a 3 in the palm.
"This is infuriating. There must be another two journals out there. If I had them all, figuring out the secrets of this town would be a sinch! But of course I get the one that's cut off, mid-way."
He had begun pacing around his room. He glared at the journal as if it might start talking and magically tell him the secrets of the town. At this point, it probably wouldn't surprise him.
Of course he'd get the unfinished edition. He always got the short end of the stick. He was fat and short and his voice was incredibly high-pitched. He was an easy target for bullys during the school year. The one break he'd had was finding this journal in the woods one day. It was filled with incredible secrets about the town and mysterious creatures who lived in the woods. Now Gideon was determined to find the other two and learn all the secrets of the town.
Maybe he didn't need the other journals though . . . Maybe if he could track the journal back to it's source and find the author . . .
"Gideon! What did I just tell you!" Gideon jumped at his father's voice from the doorway
"This room is a pig-stye, boy." Then he spotted the journal open on Gideon's desk and made a bee line for it. He picked it up and held it tightly in his fat hand "This book again? Gideon I have just about had it with your conspiracy theories. I'm taking this."
"What? Pa, no! I need it." Gideon protested
"Well tell you what." Bud offered "I'm going to put this in my study, and you can have it back when you've finished cleaning this room!" on that, he shut his son in his room
Bud Gleeful heaved a sigh once the door was closed. He didn't mean to be so hard on his son. He knew better then anyone how real the secrets of Gravity Falls are. And he also knew how dangerous that could be for a twelve year old boy. Gideon didn't need to get involved in that.
He stated down at the number 3 on the six fingered hand. completely unaware that, across town, in the home of his biggest business rival, laid another journal with the number 2 on it. In the hands of another, not so different, twelve year old boy.
**********Scene cHAAAANGE***********
"It's amazing, Mable! Grunkle Stan said I was being paranoid, but according to this book, Gravity Falls has this secret dark side." he held up a page for her to see as proof
"Whoa! Shut up!" his twin sister shouted, giving her brother a playful shove
"There are all these creatures that live out in the forest. And there's magic spells and codes and -oh man!" He could barely contain himself.
Mable returned his excited smile. This was hardly the first time Dipper had been obsessed with the paranormal or some conspiracy theory. But she loved to see her brother so excited.
"Where's Grunkle Stan?" Dipper asked "I gotta show him this and rub it in his face!"
"Rub what in my face?" Stan's voice came from the doorway
"Oh nothing much. Just THIS" He opened the journal to a random page and shoved in in his Great Uncle's nose "Documented proof of all the wired things in this town. Ha!"
Stan took the journal from his nephew and examined the page "What's this? Some kind of dream journal you wrote?" he said, sounding in no was surprised or convinced
"What? No. I didn't write it. I found it out in the woods! There was a metal tree and a trap door and a . . . goat? . . . for some reason? Seriously what's with the goat? Is he a pet or what?"
"Better not to think too much about it." Stan said "Look kid I'll give you points for creativity but if there's one thing I know as a professional conman is that written documentation can ALWAYS be faked. You wanna convince, you'll have to try harder than that."
"What?" Dipper said, a little crushed "B-but it's real! I swear!"
"What's this a talking triangle? Kid that's hilarious! I'm keeping this thing for laughs." Stan said, trying to walk away
"Wha-no!" Dipper ripped the book out of his Uncle's grip and held it protectively "This is mine." he said firmly
For a second, Granule Stan didn't say anything, and he and Dipper just stared each other down. Dipper mentally steeling himself for some comment about him being paranoid.
"Eh, whatever. Not like I care." Grunkle Stan said, in the same creaky voice as always. He took a sip of his can of Pitt soda and walked away
"Are you F*%&!#$ SERIOUS!" Stan roared in his mind "The kid's been here like a week and he's already found a journal. I've been looking for that thing for thirty freaking years!"
Dipper sat down on the floor heavily with the journal in front of him. "I can't believe that didn't work."
He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice Mable talking to herself.
"Attention, Doctor Mable, it seems we've got a sad twin brother on our hands. Condition is mildly serious." she said in a nasally voice
"Ah yes, I am familiar with this condition. I know exactly what to do." she replied to herself in a deep-throated tone
She then proceeded to walk over to behind her brother, stick both index fingers in her mouth before shouting "CLEAR!" and giving him a double-sided wet-willy.
The effect was instantaneous and hilarious. Dipper's spine straightened out as if he'd been electrocuted, he screamed, and wriggled himself out of Mable's reach.
"Mable! That's gross!" he scolded
"Don't question my medical genius." Mable replied plainly
Dipper heaved a sigh "I just want someone to take me seriously about this." he explained
Mable smiled 'Works every time.' she thought to herself. She'd been using this trick for years. Dipper would always manage to say exactly what was making him upset. Allowing Mable to know exactly how to cheer him up.
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better. I believe you." Mable said, putting a hand on her twins shoulder
"You do?"
"Of course! If Grunkle Stan wants proof, we'll smother his with proof!" she said, raising her fist to the air "All we have to do is find something in this journal and bring it back to him. If we show him something supernatural in front of his own two eyes there's no WAY he can deny it."
"We? You mean you'll help me?" Dipper said, his spirits lifting a little
"Of course. Monster hunt! Monster hunt!" she chanted
"Didn't you say you had a date or something?"
"Pffft. He's already like a half-hour late. Mable Pines waits for NO MAN!"
Dipper smiled "Alright journal, let's see what you've got." he said as he and his sister began to pour over its pages
**********Transition**********
Shame burned brightly in Pacifica as she stepped onto the Gleeful car dealership. It was embarrassing enough losing her house, now she had to sell her family cars too? But it was the fastest way to get even some of her families money back.
"Ah, Pacifica Northwest. How are you today?" Bud Gleeful greeted her
Pacifica made herself steely. She didn't need this guys false kindness. She knew what everyone in town thought of her and her family
"I came to see your offer for the fourteen Northwest cars I'm selling you." Pacifica said, business-like
"Ah, yes, of course. Here it is." Bud fished a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her.
Pacifica's face fell when she read the amount "But this is only a fraction of what they're worth!"
Bud knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder "Now Pacifica I'm sorry. But with the IRS impounding the cars and your parents being exposed as frauds . . . Well, their value has gone steeply downhill. I can only sell them for so much. I hope you understand."
She did understand. But that didn't make it any easier to hear. Still, she stealed herself and forced her voice to come out even "What if I throw in the go-karts?" she said, crossing her arms, and refusing to look at him
Bud scratched his chin "Well that is something different. Tell you what. I'm a little swamped at the moment, and if you'd be a dear and get the paperwork out of my office for me I'd be happy to talk business with ya."
"Alright." Pacifica half-growled and walked on
"Second door on your left, darling. Can't miss it." Bud called after her cheerfully
The Gleeful house was nice, if middle-class. There were doilies and family pictures everywhere, and it smelled finely of sickly sweet flowers. The whole place had a very clean and pleasant feeling to it. Pacifica recognized the Gleeful's son, Gideon, in a number of pictures. She'd never met directly, but Gravity Falls was a tiny town and no one ever did anything she didn't hear about. She'd heard rumors of him being a local oddball. Always hanging out in the woods, muttering to himself, that sort of thing. Though people did agree he had good manners and was very cute in a teddy-bear way.
It wasn't until Pacifica was actually standing in Bud's office that she realized she didn't actually know what she was looking for. She didn't want to go back outside again and have to ask. So she just started rummaging through everything, figuring maybe she'd know it when she saw it. She opened one of the desk drawers and found an old, red, leather-bound book sitting on top of a stack of papers.
"What's this?" she took out the book and studied the gold six-fingered hand on the cover with the number 3 written inside. She shrugged, opened the book and read the first page. "It's hard to believe it's been nearly six years since I've started investigating the strange happenings in Gravity Falls, Oregon." she flipped through the pages a bit. She saw illustrations and descriptions of strange creatures and other magical things. She was about to write it off as just some wiredos paranoid ideas when she stopped on a specific page and what she saw made her gasp aloud.
Gideon was making his way downstairs. He'd finally finished cleaning his room and was ready to reap his reward.
"Pa?" he called out
Pacifica heard someone call out from the stairs. She assumed it was Gideon. There was no way she could sneak out the entire book without him noticing, but she needed this information!
No answer. Maybe Pa was in his office "Pa! You in there?" he called again
The voice was getting closer. In a panic, Pacifica ripped out a few pages and shoved them in her leggings and shut the book just as Gideon came in.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked, then he noticed she was holding his journal "Don't touch that!" he snatched the book from her and held it close to his chest instinctively.
Pacifica didn't bother biting back her laugh. Gideon, with his albino shin and hair, short, chubby stature, and high-pitched voice, was simply too adorable to take seriously. He wore a black hoodie, jean shorts, and sneakers.
"Chill, kid, I don't want your dumb book." she said non chalantly, and started to walk out of the room "Oh, and tell your father I've changed my mind" she added "He's not getting anything from a Northwest."
Gideon recognized Pacifica, of course, it was impossible to live in Gravity Falls and not know the Northwest immediately. She was pretty, he guessed, she wore a lot of make-up and Gideon wasn't even sure what he found attractive in girls yet. Her blond hair went past waist and her blue eyes drew attention with a heavy amount of purple eye shadow and mascara. She wore a short purple dress and cardigan with black leggings, fashionable boots, and hoop earrings.
"Wait." Gideon called after her.
Pacifica had to fight to not get mad. She had to go now! But she put on a bored expression and turned to face him.
"I, uh, I just wanted to say I'm mighty sorry about what's happened to your family." Gideon said sweetly
For some reason, this was the last straw for Pacifica. She glared at him angrily for a moment before she could even find the words.
"No you're not!" she declared "You and this entire town can just put a lid on your fake sympathy garbage! You think I don't hear what you whisper about me when you think I can't hear? You think I don't see the looks people give me when I'm walking down the street? You think I don't know what you think of me?" she jabbed her finder into Gideon's chest with each sentence, forcing him to retreat up the hall "And then you turn around and pretend you're sorry. Or that you understand what I'm going through. Don't you dare claim to understand how I feel. And don't you dare say you're sorry for me!" she was practically yelling now, and Gideon was running out of room to back up "If there's one thing I don't need. It's sympathy from a pathetic, low, albino-loser-baby LIKE YOU!" this time she shoved him hard and nocked him down.
For a moment, Gideon just sat there and stared into Pacifica's furious glare. Then she turned around and walked away.
"No one's ever going to feel sorry for me ever again." She muttered under her breath as she stormed out of the house
*************Back to the twins!**********
"Alright aaaaaaand we're here." Dipper said, finally looking up from his journal "According to the journal, there are crystals that grant the users telekinetic abilities hidden somewhere around here. We just have to find them, learn how to control them, and-"
"And then we use our new found powers to protect humanity as the unstoppable Tele-twins, right?" Mable interrupted
"What? No." Dipper said, raising his eyebrows at Mable weird suggestion "We'll just use them to prove Granule Stan wrong and then we'll . . . I don't know do whatever people with telekenesis do."
Mable gasped and clapped a hand to her rosy cheek "Think of all the sweaters I could knit at once." she whispered intently.
"Um, yeah, sure, you-you do that." Dipper agreed reluctantly "Now, the journal was hidden using a trapdoor, opened using a switch inside a metal tree. If we can find another metal tree, maybe it'll lead us to the crystals."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Mable said "Let's get knocking."
It took them a while, but they eventually found the trapdoor. Inside was a small red and gold chest with a golden padlock. Dipper picked it up and fiddled with the lock a bit.
"Hmm, maybe there's a key around here somewhere."
"No need. Hand it here, brother." Mable said, holding out her hand
Dipper didn't argue and gave it to her "So what? Are you gonna pick the lock with a hairpin or something."
"Nope!" Mable set the chest on the ground with the loco facing up and then stomped on it so hard she broke the lock "I AM THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION!" Mable cried, raising two fists into the air
"Wow, you, you really didn't have any trouble with that." Dipper observed nervously "Should that concern me? I feel like that should concern me."
"Whatever, let's just see what's inside." Mable responded
Dipper knelt down, set the chest right side up again, and opened the lid of the chest. As he did this, his and his sisters vision was blinded by an immensely bright blue light.
***********badabapa**********
Gideon was sitting in his room, leafing through his journal and trying to stop thinking about Pacifica. She'd really scared him earlier, but she was right. Gideon had always been a little jealous of the Northwest power and money, so he wasn't really sorry for them when they got found out. He'd only said he was, because it seemed like the right thing to do.
He was barely even paying attention to his journal, he was so lost in thought. But when he came across a certain point, and suddenly the book was out of order, that was enough to snap him out of it. Gideon had read through this journal enough times to have the order of the pages completely memorized. So when four entire sheets were missing from the sequence, he defiantly noticed.
Gideon began flipping through the book frantically. Like maybe the pages would magically appear again in another spot. No such luck. He looked frantically at the spine and saw the ripped edges of the torn out pages.
"Pacifica!" he hissed
Meanwhile, Pacifica Northwest was running through the forest like a mad woman. She had no idea how long she'd been running for when she finally stopped and leaned against a tree to catch her breath. Her hair was no doubt a mess and she was sweating pretty hard, no doubt ruining her make-up too and her expensive boots were caked in mud. But, surprisingly, Pacifica didn't care. If this worked, she could just buy it all over again.
She pulled out the pages she'd taken and, pushing her hair out of her face, began to study them. She'd accidentally taken more then she needed, but that didn't matter.
"Shouldn't be far now." Pacifica said aloud
She began to run off again but was cut short when another figure barreled into her, knocking her down.
"Hey!" she yelled, jumping to her feet.
The person was presumably a teenager, with pale skin and a blank expression. He was tall and lanky. He had huge brown bangs covering one of his eyes and his cheek looked to be bleeding.
"Uh, sorry." he said in a grungy voice
"Why don't you watch where you're going?" Pacifica challenged, giving him a harsh shove in the chest for good measure.
"Whoa, hey wait-!" the guy said in a radically different voice as he lost his balance
What Pacifica didn't see coming was that the guys entire chest fell off his body.
She screamed in horror. Did she just kill a man? Then she noticed there were two heads sticking out of the teens pants where his body should be. And his chest was starting to move around in three distinct lumps. Pacifica was about to scream again when out popped three little bearded men. Less than a foot tall each. Pacifica suddenly found herself laughing.
"O gosh, I can't believe I was scared by you! You're just a bunch of cute little-"
"Aaaargh!" The tiny men yelled and pounced on her
**********This is a transition**********
"That's it?" Dipper said, looking at the 'crystals'. There were two and they were bulky and too smooth and so blue they looked artificial "They look like junk"
"I could find more believable gems in my bedazzler." Mable noted
Dipper took one on his hand and held it up to the sun. For a moment, he thought he saw something in the center. A little triangle or something. But he decided this must be a brand or logo of some sort, and the crystals were fake.
"Argh!" he cried "I can't believe this. Granule Stan was right all along."
"I'm sorry, Dipper." Mable said "But at least I got some great bugs for my next arts and crafts project."
"Why would that make me feel better?" Dipper deadpanned
"It makes me feel better." Mable assured him
Dipper clenched his fist around the gem "Ugh, this is so humiliating." he vented "Can you imagine Granule Stan's reaction when he finds out we spent all day on a stupid wild goose chase?" he sighed "He was right. There's nothing wired about this town. I was wrong the whole time." He hung his head in defeat
Then Mable gasped loudly "Dipper. Look!" she pointed behind him
Dipper turned and gasped himself. Surrounded by a bluish light, the chest was floating in mid-air!
"A-am I doing that?" he stammered out
"I think you are. Try making it do something else." Mable said
Easier said then done. Dipper wasn't even sure how he'd make it float in the first place. Or why it didn't fall now. Experimentally, he reached out his hand and closed his eyes. He concentrated on picturing the chest shooting upward and jerked his hand upward. He peeked out in time to watch the little chest shoot upwards a couple feet. In disbelief, he brought his hand back down, and the chest floated gently down with it.
For a moment, both twins just stared in awe at the floating chest. Then Dipper cried out so suddenly it made his sister jump "Haha! Take that Granule Stan!"
He made the chest fly around the two of them in circles. Partially out of joy, and partially so he could see he could do it.
"How are you doing that? You gotta yeah me!" Mable demanded
"It's all about visualization. Having a clear understanding of what you want to happen. And verily importantly to never lose-" he was interrupted by the sound of the chest slamming into a tree and shattering to pieces
"Concentration." he finished, he cheeks burning. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment "I, uh, guess I need a little more practice." he admitted
Mable didn't pay any attention to that. She walked over to the broken pieces of the chest, cradling crystal in her hands. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The broken pieces of the chest began to glow blue again. All at once they rose together into the air and quickly reassembled into the chest. Fusing back into place as if nothing had ever happened. Then Mable gently lowered the chest back to the forest floor.
"Wow. Not to shabby, sister." Dipper said, trying not to sound down it seemed to be easier for her
"C'mon. Let's go show Grunkle Stan." she replied "Race ya there!" and she took off
"Oh, you're going down." Dipper said, chasing after her.
****Dun-dun-DUUUN*****
"Alright, look. The more you struggle, the more awkward this is gonna be for everybody!" the brown haired tiny man called to her
"What are you even doing to do with me?" Pacifica demanded, punching away another gnome
The gnome signed and rolled his eyes "Alright. I guess you deserve some explanation. Guys, guys, settle down." he ordered, seeing as they listened, Pacifica assumed he must be the leader "So, we're gnomes. First things first, get that one out of the way. Jeff, that's a bunch of other gnomes, you don't need to bother remembering their names. And, long story short, we've been looking for a new queen."
"A queen?" Pacifica repeated
"Yeah. See, we were courting this girl Mable. But you'll do. So what do you say, Blondie? Will you join us in holy matrignomy. Marti-matrimony. Blah! Can't talk today!"
Pacifica considered the offer for a moment "So if I marry you, I get to be a queen?"
"Mmhmm."
"As in a queen with jewels and money and power?"
"Yup! What do you say?"
"Alright."
"W-wait. Seriously?" Jeff said, suprised
"Yeah. Why not?" Pacifica replied, shrugging
"Sweet!" Jeff cried "Most girls usually fight us tooth and nail once they find out we turn our queen into a gnome from a human, and force her deep into the forest where she can never return to society."
"Wait. What?" Pacifica cired
"I-I forgot to mention that, huh?" Jeff realized, embarrassed
Just then, a golf kart crashed through the cave opening. Pacifica saw Gideon Gleeful driving the cart.
"Oh great. This guy again." Jeff said
"Pacifica Northwest!" he cried "I've come for the pages you syole from me!"
"Perfect timing." she said, getting in with him, not the least bit scared "Get me out of here!"
"Hey, perfect timing." she said, getting in with him "Get me out of here and the pages are yours!"
Gideon didn't say anything, but just drove away.
"Hey, no way! You agreed to be our queen!" Jeff cried furiously after them "You will regret this. The gnomes are a powerful race! Do not take lightly our-"
"Schmebulock."
"Yes I can see they're getting away!" he snapped "Gnomes of the forest ASSEMBLE!" he roared
Out of the woods came hundreds, if not thousands of gnomes. Together, they all interlocked arms and formed a massive gnome monster.
"There. You happy now?" Jeff asked redundantly
"Schmebulock!"
Up ahead, Pacifica kept watch behind them, beginning to grow panicked "Hurry, before they come after us!" she insisted to Gideon
"Please, gnomes have the legspan of . . . of . . . Well you get the idea. They're really short. There's no way they can keep up with us." Gideon assured her
As if on cue, that's when the massive gnome monster appeared and roared into the sky.
"You had to say it." Pacifica said
"Yup." Gideon dead panned back, and stomped on the gas
They raced of along the forest trail, but the monster was so huge it barely did any good. The monster ripped up a massive tree and threw it in their path
"Look out!" Pacifica cried, terrified. She grabbed the wheel from Gideon and jerked to the left. The two went off the road but Pacifica maneuvered though the trees like it was child's play. Somewhere in the confusion, she and Gideon had switched places.
A couple gnomes landed on the cart and started gnawing on it. Gideon tried to fend them off, but then one of them jumped onto his face and started brutally scratching his face.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" Pacifica ordered. She grabbed Gideon by the back of the head and slammed it down into the dashboard a couple times. Thus slamming the dashboard into the gnome until he let go and went flying off.
"Thanks, Pacifica." Gideon managed though clearly dazed with pain, and now with two black eyes
"Don't mention it." she called back
Finally the cart raced out of the forest. Only they two then smashed through the gate of the (still closed) pool and crashed into the bottom of an empty pool and crashed into the bottom of an empty pool. Pacifica's heart was going a million beats a minute. How was this happening? She looked over saw Gideon was dazed, holding his head in his hands, but generally alright. She was surprised she felt so relieved.
But more importantly, there was no where left to run. There was no way they could get the cart out in time, and the gnome monster was stomping closer every second.
"I'm sorry, Gideon." Pacifica said before she ran away, leaving him to deal with the gnome monster alone.
Gideon's vision was blurry, his lip was bloody, and both his eyes were throbbing. He could blurrily make out Pacifica's outline. She seemed to be saying something, but he couldn't make it out. Then she ran away. Gideon wanted to call out, but he couldn't.
He looked up and saw the gnome monster looming over him and it clicked what had happened. Pacifica had abandoned him, left him for dead after he'd saved her from a horrible fate. Why was he surprised? She was a Northwest, after all. They never cared about anyone but themselves.
The gnome monster reached out its massive hand to grab and crush the golfcart. Gideon closed his eyes and decided not to struggle. Maybe when they saw Pacifica wasn't there, they'd leave him alone.
"Hey ugly!" Pacifica's voice broke through, loud and clear "Over here!"
Gideon turned his head, and through his clearing vision he could make out Pacifica standing on the roof of the equipment shed. She was holding some kind of hose in her hands. But he didn't have long to think about it because Pacifica turned the valve and began spraying the monster in the face with water. The hose had so much pressure going through it, it knocked the few on the very top off immediately, they went flying off into the forest with incredible velocity.
"That is for kidnapping me." Pacifica declared "And THIS!" she yanked the valve hard again, pushing even more water out at even harder pressure. The entire chest of the gnome monster was washed away in minutes "Is for messing with Gideon." Pacifica finished, she jumped down from the roof and sprayed away the few gnomes that were left and not already running in panic.
She shut off the valve with a finalizing clink and examined her work with a proud, hard expression. it seemed all Gideon could do was stare at her in awe.
Finally, he managed to find his voice "How did you . . . how did you know that would work?" he asked
"They use these hoses to fill up the pool. My family used the same kind in our private ones at home. I used to watch the maintenance people as they filled it up." Pacifica explained. Then she pulled out the pages she'd stolen and handed them to him "Here. I'm sorry I took your stupid pages."
"What did you even want them for?" Gideon asked
Pacifica showed him a page he'd already seen many times "I saw this page about growing and shrinking crystals. Do you know what people would pay for something like that? I could have my family fortune back in a week! Then I wouldn't have to move." she added disheartedly
"What? You're moving?"
"Yeah. To Boston, apparently. I just saw that and figured maybe I'd have a chance to make things stay the same." Pacifica said "But I had no idea what kind of stuff is out in that forest. I'll never make it to the crystals."
Gideon felt a surge of true sympathy for Pacifica for the first time. Before he'd just seen her as a shallow, spoiled brat. Now he realized she was still just a kid, with her own problems, just like him. Her make up had come off, and Gideon (with fully cleared vision) decided she was pretty. But, more importantly, she could be a great friend. He'd be sad to see her go.
"What about you? What so important about this stupid page anyway?" She asked
Gideon smiled smally, he pulled out his journal and showed it to her. "I found this journal out in those woods a few months ago." he opened it up and showed her some of the pages as he talked "It's filed with the secrets of this town. And advice on how to deal with the creatures out in the forest. I've been trying to decode it's mysteries, but without much luck. See this page here? It's supposed to a blueprint to some kind of machine. I can't figure out what. But I believe it could be used to achieve ultimate knowledge. And you took half my lead."
Pacifica turned the page over and saw he was right. "Oh, sorry."
"I know, it sounds a bit crazy. But-"
"No it doesn't." Pacifica interjected
"I-It doesn't?"
"Not any more then housing down an army of gnomes." she said "Well, see you around. Maybe." said, going to walk away
Ah, I'm gonna regret this. Gideon thought to himself
"Wait." he called after her "Listen, uh, there's a spare room in my house. It's no five-star hotel but . . . I bet I could convince my parents to let you stay there . . . if you want, that is."
"You do that for me? Why?" Pacifica asked, sounding totally confused
Gideon scratched the back of his head nervously "Ah, I don't know. I guess once you battle a thousand gnomes
For a minute, Pacifica didn't even respond, then she offered Gideon a grateful smile. That was all the answer he needed.
**********Jazz Hands**********
It was getting late by the time the kids returned. Stan had already closed up shop for the day and stripped down to his undergarments. He was sitting on the porch, drinking a cup of coffee and trying not to worry about the kids too much. He didn't like them going off into those woods. But he knew telling them they weren't allowed would both seem unreasonable and be impossible to enforce. The Shack was in the middle of the woods after all. So bringing it up would just seem suspicious.
Either way, he was very relieved to see them come back out again.
"There you runts are. I was wondering where you'd run off to."
"Granule Stan, you're not going to believe this." Dipper announced
Oh, no. Don't tell me he's already started using that journal. Stan thought bitterly
"We looked through that journal I had and we found these magic crystals." he said, proudly producing an incredible tacky, fake-looking teal crystal
"Where'd you get that? The convenience store? Is this for an arts and crafts project?" Stan said in as unimpressed a voice he could manage. He snipped it out of Dippers hand and held it up to the light, but Dipper took it back just as quick before Stan could get a decent look.
"No, they're real. And I'm gonna prove it. Right here, right now." Dipper declared "If the crystals weren't magic, could I do THIS?"
Dipper shot out his hand. Next thing Stan knew, he was being lifted into the air upside-down!
Oh man, it's worse then I thought.
Stan had to act quickly. Dipper's face was already going red with concentration. Any longer and he'd end up over-exerting or damaging his mind. Neither of which was desirable.
"Yeah, nice party trick. But I've seen better in my day." he said in as unimpressed a voice as he could muster
"What?" Dipper gasped. Stan instantly crashed to the floor none too gently.
"Are you actually saying you STILL don't believe in the supernatural?" his great-nephew demanded
"Yeah, when'd younger up the wires kid. I could make some good money off that if I try it out on tourists." Stan continued, getting up
"I-I don't believe this." Dipper said. He sounded heartbroken, but Stan knew it was for the best.
"Look, kid, I've said it before and I'll say it again, there's no such thing in the supernatural. All that lore about mystic crap in the forest is a butch of hooey drummed up by guys like me looking to make an easy buck. Give it up, already!" Stan snapped, he went inside and slammed the door in his grand-nephew's face.
**********Sleepytime!**********
Late that night. Stan made his way into the twin's room in the attic. It was late enough that they were both sound asleep already. The perfect time to go through their things, find those crystals and that damned journal and get out. He'd deal with what to tell the kids in the morning.
But as he tried to approach their beds, he found he was repelled back by some kind of invisible wall.
"What that-?" Then he saw something that shut him up real quick.
Maybe he'd been there all along and Stan had just been too tired to notice. Maybe he'd just appeared there. It didn't matter. The point was he was there. Floating between his grand-niece and nephew's beds a blue triangle with arms and legs somehow attached. It wore a bowtie and a tophat and carried a cane. It had a single, lidless, eye in its middle. His legs were crossed in front of him, like he was sitting comfortably.
Stan's own two eyes were wide with fear at the sight of him between the children.
The triangle brought one finger to where it was assumed his mouth would be if he had one. It sent a clear message. Keep quiet.
Then, as if on cue, Dipper began to stir in his sleep. Tossing and turning, his eyes squeezed shut hard like he was having some horrible nightmare. Stan tried to reach out for him, but was pushed back by the force field again. So all he could do was stand there and watch as the geometric figure floated over and ran his fingers slowly through Dipper's hair. Pushing back his bangs and exposing the odd birthmark on his forehead. The Big Dipper. As the triangle kept running his fingers through Dipper's hair, he seemed to relax. His breathing went back to normal and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully once again.
Stan met the demon's eye. The message was clear.
Suddenly, the triangle swooped up into Stan's' face so their eyes were only an inch apart.
"Boo." He whispered
Stan woke up screaming, in a cold sweat, alone in his bed.
(So yeah, clearly this chapter focus on Dipper's desperation for Grunkle Stan to believe him. As well and Pacifica and Gideon becoming friends. As of right now, the characters are basically their canon selves. Unfortunately, I'm not the best at writing Mable's silliness without degrading her character and making her look dumb or insensitive. But that aspect of her character will probably fade away pretty quickly anyway. I'm not going to bother with EVERY episode. Just the really plot-relevant ones. Or the ones that really develop the characters as a whole. Basically whatever featured either Pacifica or Gideon as a villain in canon. and a couple scenarios of my own design. I can't promise regular updates. Planning this 'episode' out took a while on it's own. For right just tell me what you think, good or bad, and we'll see what happens.)
