A sportscar, coloured deep-red, glided its way across the streets. If the owner of the car heard that description of her car, she would angrily shout how it's a rosso trionfale GranTurismo Convertible, and that they should feel lucky that they can even feast their eyes on such a beauty of a car. Of course one would only find it cute and somewhat unbecoming that a young girl would start talking about cars with such a fierce light in her eyes, but then again the Northwests were always known to be an eccentric family, even among the upper class.
Anyways,
The convertible slid to a stop in front of a house with a FOR SALE sign put out in the front lawn. The door opened, as a man in a Hugo Boss suit stepped out with a calm and professional demeanour, before briskly walking over to the other side to open the door on the right. A young girl with bright blonde hair stepped out, the air around her brimming with self importance and pride. She took one look at the house that used to be of the Pines. Had it been two years prior, she would have laughed at what would have been a pathetic excuse of a house from her perspective. But ever since she saw the twisted world of Bill Cipher, how everything turned insane, no matter it's price, Pacifica Northwest turned a new leaf: she now laughed only at those who had the economic wealth, but did not strive to use it for the good of the people.
She quietly tutted in her mind, as images of a young boy with a pine tree cap crossed through her mind. She should've shaken them off, but somehow felt powerless as she let those black, dotted eyes stare deep into her, and let that sproingy hair of his repeatedly tuft against her own. Yes, Pacifica Northwest yearned for Dipper Pines in the same way that he yearned for Wendy whats-her-face back when he was still in Gravity Falls, but she was different from him in that she was in no way giving up on that boy. He had something special that no one else had, to add on to his vastly advanced academics, and his rapidly growing bod. Yes, Pacifica Northwest invested in voyeurism in order to gain access to pictures she otherwise would never have ever gotten, but that is besides the point. She had the resources to reel him in, and a desire that grew stronger by the minute. Yes, Pacifica Northwest was going to enrapture Dipper Pines in ways he never knew were possible, but only once they swore under the cross, because good girls don't doodly oodly until they were happily married.
Pacifica Northwest was somewhat of a romanticist, who often wrote the script to her own life within her head as she was experiencing it. Of course, it did help that she was a hopeless daydreamer, a habit formed soon after Dipper left Gravity Falls and the only thing she had to remind herself of him being the memory of them embracing each other back at the Manor. Even now, Pacifica was finding new ways to entertain her thoughts, as she formulated a plan to track down Dipper Pines, and possibly seduce him into pledging her eternal servitude. She was about to do her infamous evil laugh, something she knew sounded silly but couldn't help doing, when a familiar voice called out to her.
"Pacifica! Darling, I was looking everywhere for you!"
Chad Darlingstein, heir to the Darlingstein foundation, a massive corporation that primarily dealt with making factories in LEDCs for big companies to buy and use for production of their various goods. Preston Northwest had hurriedly signed a marriage contract between Chad and her daughter, thinking that the added fortune couldn't do any harm to the rapidly falling name of the Northwests. Pacifica, of course, loathed Chad with every fiber of her being. What was there not to hate? Chad was filthy rich but used money so poorly that he probably wiped himself with bills in the washroom, he was given the privilege of attending the world's finest academic institutions for his elementary and middle year program,but almost failed every class as he spent most of his days trying to swoon every girl he set his eyes on. He was handsome, but only in the most bland sense of the word. You could clearly see signs of plastic surgery around his perfectly molded lips, the unhealthy glow of an artificial tan hanging around him like a wet blanket on a radiator. Pacifica could go on and on about how this individual annoyed her to no end, but she did not want to waste any space in her mind for anyone other than Dipper.
Wow, I have an unhealthy obsession, she thought.
Chad, not knowing in the slightest why his darling Pacifica was standing still in front of a cheap home, called out to her, before somewhat forcefully sliding his hands from her shoulder to her hips, before he felt a sharp pain coming from his foot.
"Excuse me, Darlingstein Junior, but I recall you promising me never to approach me with those filth you call hands?"
Chad winced as he massaged his feet. Pacifica's heels were sharp like a needle, and hurt a hell lot more than one, too.
"You'll have to excuse me, Lady Northwest. I was only trying to greet you like a Darlingstein would."
"Enough." Pacifica coldly responded. She quickly turned back to her car, snapping at her chauffeur who quickly repeated a set of motion that somehow enabled Pacifica to be safely seated in her car at the same moment that the car accelerated away into the distance, the whole thing taking only mere seconds to happen.
Chad, after making sure Pacifica was long gone, contorted his face into a hideous scowl.
He silently vowed to make Pacifica pay for her insolence, and when he did, he wouldn't stop even if she begged for his forgiveness.
A week later, he had the perfect opportunity for his revenge.
Pacifica was to travel without her parents over to Tokyo, for a group meeting with a number of daughters of the upper class for their monthly lunch session. Chad was intent on following along as her suitor, which would give him all the chances he could wish for.
Just a few more days, Chad mused, just a few more days before everything starts in motion.
