Pacifica had no way of explaining why she was over there again.
It obviously wasn't her fault that she hadn't come up with a reason for being there again. As she laid down to try and think of a decent enough excuse, the exhaustion from staying up so late finally caught up to her, and within about 5 minutes, she was out like a light. It wasn't until after she had gotten done with her daily rountine and she was near the Shack that she realized her mistake.
As she approached the building, she began to wonder what had made her think this place was a hovel. Sure, it wasn't exactly as big or as beautiful as Northwest Manor, but that didn't mean that it wasn't nice. Being out in the woods was gave it a certain rustic appeal, with the smell of the pines resonating through the air, and the rundown look, whether intentional or not, added to the mystery of the aptly named Mystery Shack. Perhaps when she got older and inherited her family's fortune, she could build a little vacation house near here.
She held back a laugh. That was only if she inherited her family's fortune. From the way things were going with her parents now, she'd be happy to get even a penny of what they owned. She had disobeyed them, and let in a bunch of common folk into their party just because a ghost threatened to burn down their mansion. If she had really been a Northwest, she would have dove into their safe room and waited till everything had burned down around her. Sure, they wouldn't have a house anymore, but they were rich. They could live out near one of their many vacation homes until they either rebuilt or decided to move somewhere else. It would've been so easy...
So easy, and yet so hard.
Because things had changed. She wasn't the same young valley girl stereotype that she had been. She used to not care about other people's well-being. She flaunted money around like it was nothing. She had been a jerk who didn't care if what she said or did hurt someone. That was how she had lived, and no one opposed her.
But the Pines twins had helped open her eyes, and see things from their point of view. They may have been drastically different, but they were different nonetheless. They had made her feel like Pacifica, an individual person, instead of a Northwest, like she had always been.
And that was why she was going to them, because without them, she probably wouldn't have ever given this place a second thought.
She hesitantly approached the door, raising a shaky hand clenched in a fist. Why was she so nervous? She had never felt this way before about...well, anything really, so why was she feeling this way now? Was she sick? Did the Pines accidentally infect her with some kind of...poor people disease? Is that why she was so scared?
Maybe I should go... She thought to herself, lowering her hand. They probably don't want to talk to me after what I've done to them...
No, you can't! Another voice in her head cried out in fear. You need to get help, and they are probably the best choice you have to getting better.
Even when I insulted the both of them multiple times on more than one occasion?
Well, no...but you can still ask them anyway!
Then what? Are they gonna wave some magic wand around my head and suddenly make me a better person?
It's better than being who you are now!
Eww, gross! I do not want them putting any magical things in my brain. Maybe I can find something else to fix myself. I think I saw something in that weird nerd book of Dipper's about some kind of cave in the woods that can help. I could try looking for that. Or maybe I can-
"Ugh! Would you shut up, brain!" She exclaimed, slamming her head into the door in frustration.
It took her about 3 seconds to realize her mistake.
"Uh oh."
"Dipper, can you get the door?"
"Why do I have to get it? You heard it the same time as I did."
"Because I'm too busy bedazzling Waddles! I have to keep redoing it because he keeps chewing it off!"
"What?!"
"Stop squabbling, you two! I'm trying to watch Baby Fights! Dipper, go get the door."
"Why can't you get it?"
"Because this chair is too comfortable and I'm an old man. Now go get the door!"
"Ugh, fine..." Dipper grumbled to himself as he slowly staggered his way over to the door.
And he froze as he saw who it was behind it.
She did the same.
They stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, both of them equally shocked and confused as to what they wanted to say. How could they? Sure, they weren't exactly friends, but they couldn't really be classified as enemies either, with what happened at the mansion. They were in some kind of inbetween at the moment, a limbo of sorts, where they knew who they were, yet didn't really care if anything happened to them or not. Which made Pacifica wonder why she was doing this in the first place all over again.
Because they're nice. She said to herself. Because they helped you, even after you made fun of their family to their face or behind their backs. Because they're good people, and they try to fix someone when they see them hurting. Because they're-
"Pacifica?" Dipper finally asked in a very confused and shocked tone as he found his voice. "W-What are you doing here?"
And as she stared back into his eyes, her eyes glistening in the summer sun, the dam of tears she had been holding back ever since the party almost broken, he knew.
Something was very, very wrong.
She opened her mouth, and the words tumbled out before she even knew she had said them.
"I need your help..."
