Unlucky Lazy Susan, a gravity falls fanfic

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Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.

Been feeling a little down so felt like doing a couple of unlucky stories.

Also I have an ao3 account now so that's a thing.

Pacifica Northwest, twelve years old, flinched when she went through the dine door. There was a small bell above it that went ring-a-ding-a-ling when it opened. She stood in the front opening and glanced around the small room. Her nose wrinkling up and the extra layer of makeup starting to crumple on her cheeks. She could feel it and instinctively reapplied some more.

It was a great stress relief for her. Whenever she felt ugly, or was reminded that her family had lost a significant portion of their fortune, or she was vulnerable...Well a couple of layers of make up made it all slightly better! She wrinkled her nose. It stunk of grease, and fat, and butter. Just copious amounts of butter. She glanced at a few of the patrons. Some hill billy looking garbage stain of a human being was snoring in a corner with his head in his hands.

"Oh! Pacifica! Hello!" A loud shrilly voice shouted from the kitchen. The woman with the lazy eye, dead tooth, and three feet of blueish silver hair came bustling out of the kitchen. Rubbing her hands on an absolutely filthy rag. Which probably explained why the place had a negative six star review on the website com.

"Glad that you got here! Your parents kept on trying to push extra hours, but I told them the law is weirdly strict on that! Only six hours! And that's with a half hour break! With full pay of course! So why don't we just-"
"I'm here under protest. I don't want to work here." Pacifica said with a frown. Her forehead wrinkling. She was probably getting that weird unibrow that she got whenever she was angry. She knew she had it. She wasn't a moron. Like some people in this one horse town.

"Well glad that we got that bit of teenage rebellion out of the way! We're going to need all hands on deck for when we get the evening rush! So glad that you managed to make it on time!" Lazy Susan said as if she hadn't heard Pacifica's tone of utter and complete contempt for the diner.

"Ugh. I'm going to have to prepare the food too or something? This is demeaning. I can't believe my parents are making me work here." She knew that she could talk them into something better. Maybe working at a jewelry store? Or running a bank? Anything at all then...customer service...

She shudder at the thought.

"No food for you missy...But speaking of. Have you eaten today? You look thin. And worn out." Lazy Susan said with a frown. She grabbed Pacifica by the chin and roughly held her face one way and then another.
"HEY! What are you doing! Watch the merchandise! Just because you look like a hag doesn't mean we all want to!" Pacifica shouted in irritation. Lazy Susan ignored all of that and hummed. She grabbed a handful of napkins from a dispenser sitting on the counter. Dunked them in a cup of water and aggressively rubbed Pacifica's face. Pacifica shrieked and squirmed and then stepped back shaking her head. Water flying from her face.

"What was that for?!" She shouted. Lazy Susan's hand shot out and gripped Pacifica's face again. Susan tsked before pushing Pacifica to the counter and plopping her on a stool.
"Sit. You look tired. And thin. You've got to eat. You're so young!" Pacifica was about to protest when Susan dropped a large plate in front of her. It had a pile of fried eggs, yellow and glistening, a stack of wheat toast, two pancakes, seven strips of bacon sizzling in their fat, a small bowl of diced fruit (Mostly grapes) and four sausage links the size of an old man's knuckle. And then a large cup of black coffee and another glass this one was orange juice.

"What is all this! It looks like something a prisoner eats!" Pacifica shouted at Susan who grinned and rested her fists on her wide hips.
"Thanks! Learned everything about cooking from my Mom! She was in and out of jail now and again back in the day! Enjoy! Your shift starts once every last bite of that plate is cleaned! And not a second before! And you only get paid when you're on your feet and getting orders from customers! Not a moment before!" Susan said before turning and marching back towards the kitchen.

Pacifica looked at the pile of greasy fat food and felt herself gag. This was horrific! She was a Northwest! She hadn't eaten anything like this before in her life! She was used to cavier! And fine dining! And not this...this...this trailer trash rejects! She wanted to go home. Go back to sleep. Forget that she was poor. That her parents hated her. How they had threatened to do...things...to her if she didn't go and find a job.

She needed this job. She had no choice. She shivered. Screwed up her face. Took a small forkful and pressed it to her lips. Her eyes shot open. This was delicious! She chewed quickly and started piling some more up. Then chugged some coffee without thinking. She paused. It was bitter. And tasted old. She had never had coffee before so had no context for it. She ate some more of the greasy good food that gave Greasy's it's great name.

She spent the rest of her shift with an upset stomach since she had never eaten that much greasy food before in her life. Or that much coffee.

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Pacifica Northwest, nineteen years old, flinched as she stepped into the diner. That stupid bell was still making the same racket. The worst noise in the world. It was the worst sound ever since she first started working in this place. And had stayed the same horrific noise until her final day working there a year ago.

There was a sudden burst of flame from the kitchen and a shocked squawk as Lazy Susan noticed her best, and only, waitress, walk through the front door.

"PACIFICA! HI!" Lazy Susan shouted as she bustled from the kitchen. Leaving the pancakes on the griddle where they were probably going to burn. A few truckers were talking in a nearby booth. A few of them nudged each other and gestured towards Pacifica. Their voices got a little more private. But she could tell they were far more...lewd...

"Hey Susan." Pacifica said as she adjusted her sunglasses to hide her eyes a bit better. Her entire body felt like it was shivering. And she probably was. It was late February in the Northwest. And she had been hitchhiking all this time. Hoping to save a bit of cash.

Susan embraced her and instantly Pacifica's knees gave out under her as she clutched at the older woman. She reeked of lard and cigarettes. And was so totally and completely happy with it. Susan pulled back. Her excited grin turning into a concerned frown.
"Pacifica? What's the matter? You look like you haven't eaten in days!" Pacifica's stomach growled and she let out a bitter chuckle.
"Yeah well when you learn you're poor you try to save cash on meals." Pacifica within seconds of saying that found herself bustled into a booth, a stack of flapjacks in front of her and a huge mug of black coffee in her hands.

"What happened?" Susan said easing herself down across from Pacifica. Her normally goofy face composed into a mask of seriousness. Pacifica sighed and took a sip of coffee. She quickly readjusted her sunglasses. She didn't want them slipping too far down her face.
"Susan...I'm not rich." Pacifica said as seriously as she could. Susan quirked an amused eyebrow and gestured towards Pacifica with a cynical smile.

"Okay. Let me rephrase that. I'm not Seattle Washington rich. I'm not New England Country Club rich. They nearly laughed me out of New York City. I went to Seattle for college right? That's why I left. And well...It's so much more expensive then I thought! Want to know how we could afford the mansion out here? Literally the most underhanded ways possible. It was legally a historical landmark so Dad didn't need to pay taxes or upkeep. The cash we did have when I was growing up was old money. And it was running out fast." Pacifica sighed and cut a corner from a pancake. Chewing on it and sighing.

It was actually delicious. Susan knew how to cook. Sure it had an absurd amount of salt and butter and lard and god knows what else that definitely went to people's ass's. But it was great and she had only had a hot dog from a truck stop in California in the past three days. And it had almost made her sick.

"So, living in a small shitty town I thought I was the richest person in the world right? Well wrong. I went to Seattle and my 'lifestyle' didn't last a week. And guess who was too dumb to even try to apply for a student loan. I transferred to New York City hoping it was cheaper on the east coast." Susan gave a small gasp and covered her lips.

"They have gangs out there! And worse! Washington DC!" Susan said. Pacifica snorted. How she had missed that simple backwoods bumpkin mentality. Susan had never set foot outside of Gravity Falls and probably never would. Pacifica couldn't fault her. She had seen the outside world. It sucked.

"Yeah. Well I blew all my cash there. Scrounged up enough to fly back to see my parents and well..." She sighed. Her head still hurt. Her parents had moved down to sunny California, just ahead of some really slimy debt collectors. And loan sharks. And worse. Pacifica leaned back and took a deep breath. Her voice was starting to get shaky. And she hated that she thought she was going to cry and minute now.

"And when I got there they asked where all the money was. And why didn't I come back with more money. And how could I hate them so much that I didn't bring money..."Pacifica felt her chest heave, brought her hand up to underneath her glasses and winced. Susan's own hands went out fast and pulled them off. She gasped when she saw the black eye. It was slowly starting to turn green. And the long thin cuts near it. As if someone had tried to scratch the poor blonde girls eyes out.

"Oh sweetie." Susan said. Pacifica felt the dam break and she was soon sobbing. Snot, tears. Everything. She felt pathetic. She felt gross. And she just cried. And cried. And cried some more. Susan held her hand. Shushed her.

Pacifica finished her food. Went into the back and got an old apron. She slept on Lazy Susan's pull out couch. It reeked of cat. And she slept like a log.

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"Can't they turn that thing off?" Pacifica growled as she sat beside Lazy Susan's hospital bed. Susan coughed in response and took a sip of water from the cup Pacifica was holding. A bendy straw poked out of the top.

"I'm pretty sure it's what's keeping me alive." Susan said. The beeping filled the hospital ward. The thin paper curtain was drawn for a bit of privacy. Pacifica ground her teeth together and snorted.
"The people here are idiots. I'm getting you transferred tomorrow to a better one. A bigger one. Upstate." Pacifica said with ferocity. Susan quirked an eyebrow and shook her head.
"You can't afford that Pacifica."
"I don't care. I'm not letting you stay in this dump. I don't care how much it takes to make you well again." Pacifica shuddered. The scene still ran through her mind. Driving to work early. It was chilly. Getting out, seeing the front door ajar. Seeing Susan's foot. See it twitch. See how blue and old she looked. And so soon. Pacifica wasn't even twenty two. But Susan looked so damn old.

"And they'll just tell you the same thing. Crappy lungs. Crappy stomach. Crappy everything." Lazy Susan shrugged "I'm old and eat like crap? What do you expect them to say? It's starting to get to the end of the line for me Pacifica."

"Don't say that! At least not like that!" Pacifica shouted. Her eyes widening, looking red and furious. Lazy Susan frowned.
"You look stressed. Have you eaten today?"
"ME?! EAT?! SUSAN! You're hooked up to more wires then a a...I can't think of a good metaphor right now! Damn it! You're...you...I..."Pacifica slowly petered off as she saw Lazy Susan's concerned look. The hoses in her nose were hissing slightly. Pacifica's face started to crumple and she felt the gross sobs starting to come out again.

"Why do you have to leave me? I don't have a mother. I don't have a father. I don't have friends. I have you. I just have you. Why do you have to leave me and just...just..."

"Pacifica. Look at me. Sweetie. Look." Lazy Susan said with as much firmness as she could muster. Pacifica stared at her. Wet tears rolling down her face. "I am an old lady who lived and worked in a greasy spoon diner next to a highway. I've left this town twice. I've seen weird magical mayhem. And I am happy. I don't regret a thing. Sitting around at night watching god awful tv. Fostering cats. Feeding thousands of people. Meeting you. I have no regrets. And I hope that you have none too. But we lose people. People die." She let out a deep hollow sigh.

"It's okay."

Pacifica held Susan's hand in hers and let the tears flow.

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"It was a good service." Wendy said standing next to the blonde. Pacifica nodded dully next to the red headed statuesque stunner. She didn't move her eyes away from the gravestone. That was it. That was all that was left of 'Lazy' Susan Wentworth. An absurd number of people turned out. After all Greasy's was one of the very few places to eat in the town. Which meant it got a lot of return customers.

Which meant that Susan knew pretty much everyone in town.
"Yeah." Pacifica said turning to look at the red head. Wendy was still taller then her. She had always been lanky and from the size of her was probably always going to be lanky. And absurdly tall.

"So are you staying in town now? I mean with the diner and everything." Wendy said trailing off. Pacifica took a deep breath and looked out over the small Gravity Falls graveyard.

"It's mine now. So I guess so." Pacifica said with a heavy sigh. She had gotten it all. Susan's crappy house, her crappy cats, and the crappy diner that Pacifica had worked at for so long now.
"Its good to have you back. I'll see you around I guess." Wendy said giving Pacifica's shoulder a little knock with her fist. Pacifica nodded in response. She walked down to the parking lot. Got in her car and drove to Greasys.

The bell above the door went ring-a-ding-a-ling. She smiled a bit to herself. Even that damn stupid bell reminded her of Susan. Pacifica grabbed an apron and went to the back. The day was just starting after all. And customers were probably going to start coming in soon.

Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.

Also I have an ao3 account now so that's a thing.