Author's Note: It's coming to an end. Everything comes to an end, and, that being said, here's the last chapter for The Second Beginning. Honestly, I had tons of fun writing this; I didn't know how successful and great it would be, but here we are now! I know how it looks like this fanfic is coming to a complete end, but no, just this story. The next story is like another episode or something. Still deciding on what it should be about and the name. It's been a blast! Thank you all for this journey! This is told in Marcie's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls, just the picture. And now …
Final Chapter
Percy Sutcliffe is the king of jerks. He just is, no question. Don't even try to deny it.
When we found out we had to go to his and Grandparents' lame-O party, Chris, Jesse, Oliver, and I immediately refused. But then, Dad said, "No, no, I said 'Northwest' party," and Oliver said yes.
I know my mom's a Northwest, but what is it with them? Society thinks their like the Rockefellers or something. ( "That's because they are," Jesse always says. ) Whether we liked it or not, Mom and Dad made us all go-which meant we had to get dressed. SERIOUSLY.
"What do you think the gist is?" Jesse asked, adjusting his bright blue tie. He and Chris were wearing the same navy blue suits with their sleeves rolled up, but they didn't wear ties. They had their hair slicked back and everything with gel. Dad wanted us to match, so he made me wear a high-low, royal blue dress with silver heels and a long train. Mom curled my hair and I wore it in ribbon-tied ringlets. ( Her outfit looks like this: search?safe=active&rlz=1C1AJZK_enUS840US840&tbm=isch&q=high-low+dress&chips=q:high+low+dress,g_1:formal:MVJhuN32V0M%3D&usg=AI4_-kSHllWzjloQSQxqyUOYLiuZGY_aog&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwibzd-vpIXiAhVGba0KHSymCoEQ4lYIKygC&biw=1536&bih=706&dpr=1.25#imgrc=oaT1GxdKzl-MqM: and her brothers looks like this but without the tie: search?safe=active&rlz=1C1AJZK_enUS840US840&tbm=isch&q=suits+boy&chips=q:suit+boy,g_1:kids&usg=AI4_-kTB6HHe2MrU72uMVytcPU-qBB-zTg&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwil3saXpYXiAhVKSq0KHetSB7YQ4lYILCgC&biw=1536&bih=706&dpr=1.25#imgrc=7SWmgEMa_x_2oM: )
Mom and Dad were matching too, with Dad wearing a black suit with a black bow tie* and Mom wearing a sleeveless black dress with long wavy hair and shimmering earrings*.
"You all look amazing," Dad said after we'd taken pictures. "This'll go right into scrapbook."
"You're turning into Mabel, you now that, right?" Mom asked, applying gold eyeshadow and wine red lipstick.
"I know, I know," Dad joked around, putting his arms around her.
"So … when are we heading to the party?" Jesse asked, holding the six-fingered we found a couple of days ago.
"When Soos gets here," Mom said. "Remember, we don't have a car yet. And it's fine to come fashionably late; after all, we're the Guests of Honor."
"And so why do I find that suspicious?" Chris asked, frowning. "If I didn't know any better, Mom, I'd say it's a trap."
"A trap?" Mom thought aloud. "Christopher, they're throwing a party for me. I know you all seem skeptical, but think: why would my parents hurt me?"
"They hurt you by making fun of us," I glared. "They hurt you by picking on Dad. What did he do wrong?"
Dad sighed, sitting on a nearby couch. "When your mother and I were twelve," he said, "I was told to banish a ghost that resided in her home. I later realized that the ghost had been there for centuries, all because Mr. and Mrs. Northwest didn't invite commoners to their annual parties. I later-well, your mom, really-defeated the ghost, and the commoners were let back in."
"And I was grounded for three whole years," Mom sighed. "Dad never liked Dipper. Maybe it was because he wasn't rich or maybe he was a different social class, I dunno." She looked towards Dad and clasped his hand. "But I love your dad no matter what. He's smart, but can be so oblivious. He's strong yet vulnerable and raw. He's brave yet fearful of what's to come. And he's handsome … because he just is." Mom cupped Dad's face and kissed him right then and there.
"Ew, sick!" Jesse covered his eyes. "My eyes need to be bleached!"
"Please consider the fact that we're young," Chris said, averting his eyes.
"Yuck!" I frowned.
But Mom and Dad were still kissing and holding each other amorously. Finally, ( thank goodness ) they stopped.
"Puh-lease get a room next time," Chris said, wiping his eyes. "Do vampires vomit? 'Cause I'm about to."
"No," Dad said, holding Mom. "At least, I don't think so."
"Well, it's a good thing we have this," I smiled, holding up the six-fingered book. "What should we call this?"
"The Journals," Dad shrugged, "and it's a good thing you have that on you. You never know when you might need it."
"That may be right," Chris-Chris nodded, feeling his gums. "So do my fangs just pop out when I'm mad or something?"
"It seems," I said, looking out the window. "Oh, look! Uncle Soos is here!"
And here he was, but he was here with Aunt Melody, Aunt Wendy, and Uncle Mark. Uncle Soos and his wife were dressed in black, whereas Aunt Wendy and her husband were dressed in red.
"Arriving in style," smirked Jesse, climbing into the RV. "So, are we going to pick up Oliver, Aunt Mabel, and Uncle Gideon?"
"No," Aunt Wendy said, driving off as soon as we had all gotten into the RV. "They're headed there via their via a taxi. I offered, but Mabel said no. They'll ride back with us, though."
Before long, we made it to the Northwest party, and gosh, was it glowing! There were lights everywhere, a long table dedicated to all kinds of goods, sauces, and drinks, and a guest lists of celebrities, dukes and duchesses, sports players, and, of course, Percy Sutcliffe.
As soon as we walked into the ballroom, the majority of the people in the Grand Hall turned to gasp at us. They especially gasped at Mom, who, apparently, used to live here.
"Pacifica, darling!" Grandma Priscilla knocked into us, pulling Mom into a hug. "We're so glad you made it and brought our heirs-"
"Second-in-line, heirs, actually," Percy Sutcliffe said, walking up to Grandma. He, I hate to admit, looked pretty attractive, with a fitting suit and gelled hair. He winked at Mom. "Glad you're here, Pacifica. You, and the-" He scowled at us and Dad. "-Your entourage."
"Gee, thanks, Percy," Mom rolled her eyes. Dad frowned next to her when Grandpa walked up next to us.
"I'll be honest," he said, "I actually thought you wouldn't make it-and fashionably. But here you are with our heirs and your putrid husband."
"But, my, Pacifica," frowned Grandma, "why'd you choose that color? I would prefer lakefoam green."
"Of course you would," Mom rolled her eyes, "but I like this dress and I'm keeping it."
"Yeah, leave our mom al-" Chris began, frowning, but Percy cleared his throat.
"I'm surprised you made it," the jerk said, "but I'm not surprised at how people of your class is behaving."
"Our class?" Dad barked, voice rising shrilly. "It seems as if you've never changed, Northwest."
"I could say the same thing about you, Pines," scowled Grand-oh, what the heck?-Preston. "I'm surprised you threw on a suit today, Pines."
"Everyone's surprised this evening," Mark shook his head.
"Tell me about it," Oliver agreed.
"Are you making fun of my brother?" Aunt Mabel asked, hands on hips.
"Oh, I'm not making fun of him, per se," Preston snickered. "I'm simply telling the truth, but don't worry." He bent down, staring at me, Chris, and Jesse. "This is the last time people like your father will enter our gates." He looked up to Pacifica. "Daughter, if you truly love us"-he held up a bell-"you will never bring your 'husband' here again."
"And your putrid children," scowled Percy.
"Heirs, darling," Priscilla corrected.
"Don't speak to Dipper like that!" Gideon nodded at Dad, who nodded back. "Or the kids!"
"Yeah, and where's Old Man McGucket?" Jesse asked. At that, everyone froze. After we met Preston and Priscilla for the first time, we hadn't talked about him. "The old guy who used to live here? Did you kick him out or something?"
Preston stood there for a while, but then took a deep breath. "Guards," he proclaimed, "remove my daughter's husband, our heirs, and their sickly entourage from our building. Now." He glared at Mom. "We're going to have a talk you're not going to like, young lady."
"No," Soos said, shaking his head. "We're not going to leave. We're family, and family never leaves anyone behind." He turned to Dad. "Except maybe you, Dipper."*
Dad sighed, but then glowered. "We're not going anywhere."
"Alright, then," Priscilla nodded, frowning, and snapped her fingers. Immediately, all of the guards began to circle us with weapons in their hand.
"Dad, what do we do?" Chris asked, huddling in our circle. "I'm scared."
Mom and Dad looked around, readying themselves with their own weapons. "Remember what I told you about controlling yourself?" Dad asked.
"Yeah."
"Forget about it."
And forget about it he did.
Immediately, Chris turned into that adorable bat and zoomed through the ballroom, taking out as many guards as possible. But he was inexperienced, so he fumbled; he then turned into a deer and flashed his eyes, which apparently, hypnotized some of the guards.
"I enjoy a good fight," Aunt Wendy said, as she and Uncle Mark swung-literally-into action. They picked up their axes and swung them around, headlocking as many people as possible. Mom and Dad shot a few people with their gun that shoots photon energy, Uncle Soos and Aunt Melody threw forks at people, Aunt Mabel roundhoused kicked a few guards, Oliver bit someone, and Uncle Gideon hissed at people. It was a … weird fight, but in the end, everyone was doing something.
Everyone except for me.
Next, a guard cornered me as everyone else fought off sentries. I don't have any weapons-
But the book.
I flipped through the pages as the guard walked towards me and saw the first incantation I saw-
"Kcab meht gnirb! Kcab meht gnirb!" I screamed, but then everything stopped. A gust of wind blew through the hall, taking everything and everyone into the air.
"What's going on?" Chris screamed, floating. I don't know why HE was mad; he can fly!
"I dunno-" Jesse begun, but stopped.
Immediately, three holograms popped into existence. Two of them looked exactly alike, with their square-shaped glasses, gray hair, and old age. One wore a brownish-gray trench coat, red sweater, black pants, and gray boots. The other wore a fez and a black suit. The third was a short old man with a long white beard, a large brown hat, and brown overalls.
"Agh!" the old man with fez frowned. "What happened?" He rubbed his head, then took in our astonished facial expressions.
"Grunkle Stan?" Aunt Mabel asked, breathless. "Great Uncle Ford? McGucket?"
Silence.
"THAT's a Grunkle?" Jesse asked, pointing.
Immediately, we all dropped to the ground, and Grunkle Ford and Stan, and McGucket were no longer holograms, but people.
"Aw, fiddlesticks!" McGucket cries. "I haven't been on these floors in months!" He turned to the Northwests. "What did y'all do to my house?"
"What'd you do?" Dipper asked me, avoiding their eye contact.
"I dunno-" I shrugged, hugging the book to me.
"I have the perfect escape," Stan winked, throwing a bomb to the floor. Immediately, me, Jesse, Chris, Mom, Dad, Ford, McGucket, Aunt Wendy, Uncle Mark, Aunt Mabel, Uncle Gideon, Oliver, and Stan vanished in a puff of smoke. I honestly don't know WHAT THE HECK happened that moment.
All I did know things would never be the same.
* These are MCU movies references.
Author'sNote: And folks, we're finished. It has been a wild ride, certainly, but don't worry, more will come in the future. I don't know when, exactly, because my school's STAAR testing again next week, but it should be in two or three weeks time. Maybe the end of May or the beginning of June, to be accurate. Whew! Thank you all very much for this wild ride, and this entire story was inspired off of Journal #3. I borrowed it from my local library, brought it home, and just flipped through the pages to read notes and etc. As I did, I realized, "Not all of these were in the show. What if I do a fanfic on this again … but with Dipper and Pacifica's children? And The Second Beginning was born; by the way, what stories do you guys want me to write? What should the title of my next story be? Leave it all in the comments?
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