HAT: Woohoo! So many favs, follows, and reviews! Y-you... you can tolerate me! *hugs everyone* It makes me wanna sing "A Lovely Day" and so I shall look it up and listen to it while you read. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls or its characters, just this plot (which will reemerge... eventually) and the OCs. Onward, Aoshima!
After about twenty minutes the two of them doze off and are awoken by movement. Immediately Stanley gets up and crouches defensively over his kit with his teeth bared, claws out, and hackles raised. She feels her claws slide out while she peeks from under her guardian to see what danger awaits them. A shadow creeps over them and Stanley bunches up his muscles to pounce when a pair of cat ears pick and a silver muzzle is stuck through the crack.
"Stanford!" Stanley sighs in relief.
"It's just you, Uncle Stan," Pacifica sighs in relief.
Stanford frowns. "What're you two doing here?"
"Hiding from McGucket," Pacifica answers.
"Oh, yeah, he did throw a cat off from the roof one time didn't he?" Stanford mutters in thought.
The brown kit frowns. "When did this happen?"
"You were at school," Stanford assures.
Stanley scowls. "I had to catch the thing and it clawed me up- it as so scared."
The smaller tom nods. "Yes, it was."
"I take it you didn't find a cure?" Pacifica asks, noting her uncle still being a cat.
He sighs. "We had to talk to some of the gnomes to learn that it actually wears off after a while. They say the most it lasts is a week."
"You mean I'm gonna be a cat for the entire break?!" Pacifica yowls, running from between her guardian's front paws.
"Probably," the leander tom shrugs.
She wishes dearly to be able to rub her temples because her head is pounding right about now. "Okay... okay... fine, we're cats for a week... what do we do for food?"
Stanley shrugs. "I guess we hunt."
"Wait, wait, wait wait... you mean... like mice? And we eat them? No! I'm not doing it!"
"If you get hungry enough, you will," Stanford points out.
I have to change back before I get hungry, I absolutely have to, Pacifica thinks.
"Did the kids tell ol' Fiddlesticks that we were all cats?"
"They're doing that now," Stanford replies.
"I guess it's safe to come out now," Stanley grunts and nudges her side with his nose. "C'mon."
"Uncle Stan, why're they called dogtails when they turn people into cats?" Pacifica asks as they pad towards the living room.
"Heck if I know," he scoffs.
When they enter the living room Pacifica's taken aback by seeing McGucket in the recliner getting teary eyed. She immediately rushes forward and presses her side against his leg. Before she knows it she's picked up and he's hugging her to his chest.
"I'm sorry, P'cifica, ah didn't know it was you," he murmurs sorrowfully.
"It's not your fault, you didn't know," she reassures, but realizes that he can't understand her so she rubs her face against his cheek and- and she didn't know she could do this- purrs.
He chuckles and scratches her behind the ear. "Thanks, darlin', yer too nice."
"What about me!"
"Give it a rest, it's Pep we're talking about. You didn't get thrown by the looks of it," Stanford replies cooly.
Stanley sighs. "You got a point."
Pacifica decides to ignore them at this point and focus on comforting McGucket who still smells a bit guilty, but she can't hold a grudge against him- he naturally hates cats. Soon enough she's resting on his chest... or rather resting on the beard that rests on his chest while he gently pets her.
"Pacifica seems so... calm... are you really our Pacifica?" Dipper asks.
Pacifica hisses, "Shut up, Dipper!"
Mabel giggles. "Yep, that's our Pacifica, alright!"
Pacifica rolls her eyes and gets comfortable again. After who knows how long she's picked up by her scruff and carried to the couch where she's set down next to a warm body and she pushes herself into the body until she's curled comfortable and then drifts off once again.
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Pacifica groans quietly when someone nudges her. She tries to bat them away, but they come back and she opens he eyes with a yawn. At first she's confused to see a brown cat with a silver muzzle and large brown eyes, but the previous day's events come rushing back to her mind and she groans and puts her chin on her paws.
"I know, I know," Stanley murmurs sympathetically.
"A few more minutes?" She tiredly begs.
"No can do, kiddo," he replies and nudges her flank. "Get up!"
"Whhhhyyyyy?" Pacifica demands.
"Because if you don't, I'll go upstairs and claw up Sammy beyond recognition," Stanford replies, making her get up. "Good, now we can go eat."
Pacifica trails after him. "What're we gonna eat?"
"Mice," Stanford replies.
HAT: Is it sad that when I read in reviews "I finally cracked" I'm all like *rubs hands together and laughs maniacally* "Yeeeesss! It's working! *lifts up hands with fingers curled in "it's alive!" pose* It's working!" or something like that...
Stanford: Yes.
HAT: No one asked you, 'Ford!
Stanford: *raises eyebrow* HAT... I say this with as much professionalism as possible... you need help.
HAT: ... and your point iiiiiiiiiissssss...?
Stanford: *face palms* N-never mind... J-just... review everyone. *walks out*
HAT: *follows him* Fooordsyyyyyyy!
Stanford: And for the love of- *frustrated noise* Stop calling me that!
HAT: *snickers* Nope!