HAT: I almost want no one else to review with the current number of reviews (123)... almost. Review everyone!
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and OCs, Gravity Falls belongs to Alex Hirsch and Disney.
"What do we do?" Pacifica asks, shrinking into her guardian while her sapphire eyes dart this way and that to see if McGucket is nearby.
Stanley lowers his head and licks the top of her head- most likely out of instinct- in a way she finds oddly comforting. "Calm down, kid, we're alright. Just so long as they get back within the next half hour, everything will be fine."
McGucket- while in a place where he can get food easily and doesn't eat as much possum (and raccoon if he's desperate)- still will attack any "trespasser" no matter what the animal if given the chance. He even attacked a stray dog until the kids got to him so now he mostly just chases them off "the territory." Cats happen to be one of the more frequent ones aside form raccoons and possum. Quite frankly, she doesn't want to get kicked out at all.
"Where're we gonna hide until they get back?" Pacifica asks.
He frowns and looks around as if this will give him an answer. "Not suuuure... He could be anywhere." Pacifica hears a bang and- thinking it's McGucket- dives between Stanley's legs to crouch underneath him. Stanley pads over to the open door and she moves to a side of the room so it's not within view. "Don't worry, kid, it's just Soos."
She's surprised how terrifying being small is. What if Soos steps on her and she dies? Has anyone considered that? "Oh? O-okay."
He frowns and pads over to her. "You're really scared aren't you?"
"I'm not used to being smaller than a shoe- even Dipper can accidentally kill me like this!" She snaps.
He presses his side against hers comfortingly- a cat version of a hug?- and says, "Don't worry, 'Ford and I won't let anything happen to you."
"You know what he does to cats! He's convinced they're evil, Papa Stan!" She hisses with her hackles rising. "He literally punted one through a window after it tried to steal his food."
He rolls his eyes. "It's okay, everything's gonna be fine, okay? Besides, you gorget that we've got teeth and claws- we're gonna be fine. Promise!"
She frowns and shakes her head. "Well, I'm gonna find someplace to hide."
"C'mere," Stanley grumbles, picking her up by the scruff and padding though the kitchen until he finds a place that he's confident he can jump.
Why do they keep carrying me like this? It's not like I can't jump high, she thinks with a frown.
He uses his paw to open a cabinet and stretches his body so that his paws are resting on the corner while he places the girl-turned-kit inside.
"What're you doing?"
"I'll come back and get you when I know where Fiddlesticks' at- kay? Don't leave here- you'll probably break your neck or something," he grumbles while closing the cabinet.
Pacifica grumbles under her breath about how just because she's nervous being stepped on and killed size doesn't mean that she's useless as a cat. "Heck, I can probably jump on the counter no problem."
Not only is her ability something on her mind, but how terrible a hiding spot this is. She's where the food is- canned or otherwise- and McGucket comes in here all of the time so to be hidden here is the worst thing possible. She needs to find a better hiding spot.
She pokes her nose out of the cabinet and sniffs carefully, but when she doesn't smell anything aside from the fading scents of everyone that's been here- including herself. She wrinkles her nose at the smell of cheap hair dye and wonders what damage it's been doing to her hair. Perhaps not dying it anymore will be an improvement?
Concentrate, Pe-Pacifica, she thinks and looks down at the counter while mentally checking her new body's abilities. She's confident she can make it with no problem and without help of the other people-turned-cats so she bunches up her muscles and aims for the spot just below her. She leaps and hands on her front paws heavily and slides a little, but doesn't fall off of the counter- thankfully.
Ha! She thinks and then jumps down to the floor. Now, let's find a better hiding spot.
"Whatcha doin' here, lil kitty," a menacing country voice asks, making her fur stand on end.
No, nonononononono, when did he get in here?! Pacifica thinks while turning to see the old man with a deranged smile on his face.
Immediately she breaks into a run into the living room and dives under the couch. "Papa! Help!"
The couch is lifted and she darts towards the stairs, but being a kitten she can't climb them as fast as her chaser and ends up being picked up by her scruff.
"You ain't got no right bein' in here," McGucket says while walking towards the nearest window back in the kitchen.
"Papa!" She shouts as she's thrown.
Before she can even make it over the sink she's tackled and midair. They tumble onto the counter and without a word Stanley picks her up by the scruff and takes off running into the living room and into the museum. Stan squeezes between a few boxes and then sets her down. While he peeks around the corner Pacifica internally promises to save every cat she can from McGucket because he's more terrifying as a cat than she ever saw him as while a person.
"I told you not to move," Stanley growls quietly while turning to her. "Why did you move?"
"I figured he'd find me there if he got hungry and that if I move I'll be safer," she admits.
"I hid you there because McGucket's too short to see you if you're at the very back," Stanley explains before sighing and lying down next to her. "We might as well get comfy, the others won't be back for a while."
Pacifica curls into his side and puts her head on her paws. She feels a little guilty for having put them both in danger by getting out of the cabinet, but she's more worried about whether or not the twins will find a cure. They only have a week before she has to be in school and they don't have an entire summer to see if it wears off. People will ask questions if she and her guardian suddenly disappeared and was never heard of again- though they probably wouldn't care if she had disappeared...
"Papa?"
His ears perk and swivel toward her, while he glances in her direction. "Hm?"
"What if we're like this forever?"
He licks the top of her head comfortingly. "Don't worry, Pep, we're gonna be back to human no time."
HAT: This dissolved into nothingness...
Travis: Um... why'm I here?
HAT: Because I asked. You've gotta do the thing.
Travis: *pouts* I thought that was for the original Gravity Falls characters...
HAT: *gapes* Are... are you jealous I give all my attention to them?
Travis: You made me and you don't put me in anything, really.
HAT: *glomps him* Oh, my sweet little Travy-
Travis: Don't call me that.
HAT: I promise to use you more often!
Travis: *gets hopeful look* ... promise?
HAT: Pfffft! Nope!
Travis: *sighs* You're so mean to me.
HAT: Love you, Travy!
Travis: Review. *walks out*