Okay, I want to start with Pacifica's story; (a tube labeled with her name can be seen in The Hall of the Forgotten). This story takes place right after The Golf War. I think that her memories of the Lilliputtians were erased since she never mentioned afterwards. This will be in Pacifica's point of view.

Okay, usually when I play mini-golf, no little golf-ball elves try to kill me. That's the last time I go to the Ye Royal Discount Putt Hutt. But to be a little honest, it was kinda the most fun match I've ever played. My parents were still at their party and our butler was washing the dishes so I had time to myself. Good thing, because I need to recap everything.

I marched up to my room and flopped down on my four-poster bed, the thousand-thread-count sheets rubbing against my new V-neck. I recently made V-necks in style and I'm thinking about making a W-neck, like the one Mabel's servant made. I change into a more comfy T-shirt and sweatpants. The design on the shirt reminded me of Mabel's sweaters. When I met her, I thought those sweaters were childish and unfashionable (who wears sweaters in summer?) but now they seem creative and quirky. It's weird, now the Pines family isn't so bad.

At first, I didn't like Mabel because she was weird and immature. She kinda still is, but she saved my life. I guess when your rival saves your life, they seem less bad. I wouldn't have done that, but Mabel had a clear shot to escape but she rescued me from being grinded to pieces. And I remember when her loser brother boasted that my family was a fraud, did Mabel know about that and chose to spare my feelings. Ugh, Dipper Pines. He has the most stupid nickname (or did his parents hate him and put Dipper on his birth certificate?), he goes on make-believe adventures with his nerd crew, and he keeps wearing that awful hat. I guess that his hair is ten times worse if he insists on wearing a hat. Without his bad style choices and his lack of masculine features, he's kinda cute. OMG, did just say that? Yikes, I want to forget that.

I try my hardest not to think about that crazy golf match, but everything needed answers. Who were those mini-monsters? Why did they want to kill me? Why does Mabel know them? I had to know what really happened. Those little putt-putt jerk-face gnomes didn't exactly have magical powers, just a windmill and a couple of plastic mini-weapons. They weren't even that much of a threat, the only reason that they almost succeeded was because that had me and Sergei captive. Although, those little golf ball things were good at kidnapping. They tied me up like Gulliver.

I had to tell this to someone right? I can't let this happen to anyone else, especially not my besties, Lisa and Meredith. Avoiding Ye Old Discount Putt Hutt wasn't gonna cut it. Someone else could get captured by those sticker-loving maniacs. I think of that inspirational monologue about rivalries, maybe she was right. But this was about those Putt Hutt freaks. I grab my phone, ugh, those freaks texted almost everyone. I hope that they haven't reached Lisa and Meredith. I wouldn't say that to their faces because I'm not the mushy type but Lisa and Mere are the most loyal friends I've ever had. I shouldn't be so controlling with them. I sent a message to Lisa first.

Pacifica: U there?

Lisa: Why did U say I'm dumb?

Pacifica: That wasn't me. Uh, I was actually texting Dipper.

Lisa: LOL. Wait, why were U texting Dipper?

Pacifica: Just to make fun of him?

Lisa: Didn't even think he had a phone.

Pacifica: Such a loser, right?

Lisa: How was UR match?

I was about to type a response when I heard a strange sound. It was like someone was picking a lock. A patter of footsteps followed. It was mad creepy. I put my phone down and tiptoed out the door.

"Mom, Dad? You home?" I whispered as I walked down the stairs. I peered out the window. A strange black moped was parked near the driveway. Did Dad buy a new car? It was awfully ordinary. I held my breath and walked into the foyer. "Mom, Dad?" I whispered again, truly afraid. Someone was here.

A shadow crawled over the floor. Another thief was trying to steal our fortune, I was prepared this time. I grabbed my pepper spray was ready to strike when a pair of leathery hands grabbed my arms and blindfolded me.

"Who are you freaks?! Let me go! Do you know WHO I AM?!" I screamed as I stuffed into a trunk and hauled away to Who-Knows-Where? I could feel two pairs of big man-hands carry me out the trunk (you are not putting your hands there, Man-Hands). I smelled old files and dust; it reminded me of the Gravity Falls History Museum I went to as a kid during field trips. Soon I heard a group of voices chant some made-up words. Why did I leave my phone behind?!

"Who is the subject of our meeting?" a voice called.

"This girl," a group responded.

Then they remove my blindfold and a big group of robed people faced me. I was about to scream and attack them when I realized they belted me to some barber's chair.

"Pacifica Northwest, what is it have you seen?" the leader intoned.

"How do you know my name? Where am I? Have you been stalking me?"

"Little girl, we just want to help you. We can rid you of those horrible blights on your mind. We know that you have been troubled by supernatural plague," the leader said.

"Nothing but those little Putt Hutt freaks," I exclaim.

The members nodded and one of them opened a metal box that appeared out of nowhere. The leader grabbed what was inside, a weird blow-dryer.

"What are you doing? What is that? Let me GO!" It was too late. The man typed in PUTT HUTT FREAKS and pointed it right at me and pulled the trigger.

A bolt of blue electricity shot right at me and hit my forehead. All I could do was scream loudly. It really hurt, like I was being blasted with lightning. Once it was over, my mind felt like it was lifted, a burden offs my shoulders. I couldn't remember what I was texting Lisa. What happened at the match? What did Mabel do?

"Pacifica, what do you know about little Putt Hutt freaks?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"It is UNSEEN," the members chanted.