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Rewrite 04/19/2020

Chapter 2

Every second that passed, a click followed immediately, reminding how slow and fast could be, and the hands of the clock seemed to still, anxious before a second became a minute, and a blonde girl she sat down, silent as her blue eyes stared down at the large plate in front of her, with mashes potatoes with bits of veggies mixed in generously in her Father's attempt at being more healthy, but the smell of burnt meat lingered in the air to tell the failed attempt at cooking a successful dinner. She missed her mother's cooking.

She carefully moved the food around on her plate, making some sort of little face, playing around with her food. she suddenly became as stiff as a board as a yellow envelope, she disdainfully thought of it hatefully, before it was torn open in front of her. He didn't say anything as he then pulled out a letter, sitting down in front of her, his meal barely touched and she glared at her own meal as if to blame it for whatever is happening to her at this moment. She could feel his stern eyes and only relaxed as his gaze turned away, most likely reading the letter carefully before a pleased smile crossed his face and a sigh of relief left her, "Better than last year," he congratulated her with eyes shining with pride, "Not a single grade below an A. No less expected from a Northwest."

"Of course, Daddy," she grinned, swallowing the anxiety that danced in her throat, preening at his compliment and the proud look in his eyes, her stomach feeling the hunger that had been hiding behind her fear. She began to eat, pleased as her hard work paid off, reminding herself to thank one of her teachers for accepting to round her grade so she could end the year with a report filled with A's

"So, how was your day, Pacifica?" He asked cheerfully, interrupting the click of silverware that played in to their comfortable silence that had been in the air, and she stopped, placing her fork down, as it clinked noisily on her plate, meeting his warm and loving gaze. She smiled, she enjoyed these little moments despite how awkward it feels at times.

"...It's been okay," she shrugged, as she thought about her day, it's been a week or two since school ended and summer break began, and already one of her friends, Jenny invited her out, and she considered telling the truth but decided to skip around it, "Just hoping to be able to hang out with my friends this summer."

"Well, I see no problem with it," he answered, "as long as you keep to your studies and stay ahead of your class, I rather your grades not slip when you begin your semester after the summer, however being able to communicate with your peers is also important for your future."

She beamed at him, although a voice in the back of her mind wondered why it even mattered when school just ended but she didn't comment, "thank you, Dad!" she cheered, shoving a mouthful of potato in her mouth and she scrunched her nose at the slightly bland taste, she ignored it and swallowed it down.

She allowed them to sit in silence for a while before a nervous smile crossed her face, wondering how to phrase her question, her Dad was a great guy, he would always accept her choices in life as long as it made her happy and didn't mind anything as long as she tried her best but he was sometimes a bit uptight and extreme about certain things and let his religion get the best of him and didn't like the idea of her doing anything that's against their religion in his own words nor associate with people that aren't the most acceptable in his eyes.

She didn't meet his eyes as an embarrassed blush crossed her cheeks covering the dust of freckles that sat on her face, "Is it okay if I could...go to that event that'll be occurring in Gravity Falls?"

A raised eyebrow in response at her request, "I hope you're not talking about the Mystery Twins..." he said, his gaze intense as a sneer touched his lips at the thought of them, "You know how that's against the Bible? They could cloud your mind with their witchcraft."

She shook her furiously in response, knowing it'd be futile to try convince him of letting her go, already knowing that she twist the truth a bit so she could at the least go out, "Of course not.." she clutched onto the cross hanging down her neck, a nervous tick she grew into, as she nervously strung a lie together to feed to him "It's a smaller event that's not as popular...Just wanted to watch the stars with some friends...it's happening that week..." she fidgeted, "And you know how much I'd love to see it..."

The intense gaze never left her as if trying to figure out if she was lying or not, his eyes scanning her nervous face he could easily write off as fear of them saying no, a hopeful gaze staring up at him, her blue eyes wide and he he looked down, "Fine...as long as you bring that Gleeful kid with you and what's her name...that Candy girl with you, I don't trust that Devon boy you hang around...I don't like how he looks at you whenever I see him nor that Jenny girl since there's an unsavory rumor about her in town...you always hang with them and you know I don't like it." He stated, his plate empty as he got up, taking her empty plate

"Devon doesn't look at me in any way, he's just a friend!" She defended firmly, "And Jenny is a good person, those rumors about her are false."

He appeared doubtful of her claims, "He does look at you in an...odd way and Rumors always do have a grain of truth to them."

"..." she tapped her feet as she slouched in her seat, "...Why do I have to bring Candy too? Isn't Gideon alone okay?"

"What's wrong with Candy?" He questioned.

"I-I already told you..." she muttered, uncomfortable at the idea.

"Enough." He said, "Candy is a nice girl, it's better to treat her nicely...please for my sake and our livelihood...It's hard enough already."

She gripped harder on the cross imprinting marks on her hand, "Okay...I understand, I'll bring Candy with me." she gritted out.

"Thank you," he smiled at her.

Pacifica got up and began to leave immediately, eager to leave as the air slowly soured.

"Pacifica"

She stopped at the doorway out of the kitchen, "...Yes?"

"For a fire to spread, one needs wood and oil, and a spark, a fire doesn't simply appear out of nowhere."

"...I know," she huffed, rolling her eyes before she disappeared from the line of sight of her Father.

He sighed as the quick footsteps disappeared as the door shut close, he pressed his face into his hand, before placing himself back on the chair, sitting their for who knows how long, only to be disturbed by the sound of the front door opening and clicking softly as it was closed, revealing the tall beautiful figure of his wife, dirty blonde hair with light streaks of gray as her eyes like their daughter greeted them.

"Dinner is on the stove." He said simply.

"Thanks," she responded tersely.

"How was your day?"

Her cold gaze snapped towards him, "Do you really care?"

He shrugged in response, "When will you stop being so cold and return to being my dutiful wife?" He smiled, in his attempt to make a joke.

She scoffed.

"I guess never—"

She cut him off sharply, "When we are in a financially stable lifestyle," she glared, "If you would stop spending our money to indulge yourself in, I don't know maybe... the flesh of other women, or gamble our funds away."

"I only did it once and I already said I was sorry," he said softly, "I've been going to therapy now to work on it y'know... will you ever forgive me?"

"No...and we both know it had been more than just once," she responded bitterly, obviously trying to stay calm as she took slow steady breaths, her voice angry as she continued,"The reason I'm even still here is because we have our daughter to think of, to make sure she gets the future that she should have."

He sighed, "I know...but, I... still love you." He whispered in her ears as he got up and wrapped his arms around her stomach despite her tense figure and her clenched fist, whitening as she gripped hard on the back of the wooden chair.

"Take. Your. Hands. Off. Me," she said carefully and slowly, pushing him off "you have no right to touch me or tell me you love me after going around sleeping with those..those..harlots."

He took his hands off her and bowed his face, "I...I'm still sorry...for making you feel the way you did."

"We had a daughter to set an example for!" She said furiously, in her attempt at being quiet, a sigh left her, "I'm not hungry anymore."

She headed into the living room, before turning to him, a glare on her face, "You're not even sorry for what you did, just that you were fucking caught."

What they didn't know was that Pacifica was on the stairs, listening to their every word, she bit her lips and she slowly returned back upstairs, her desire to get water forgotten as a seed of guilt grew inside her, as she went to bed trying to forget what she had heard tonight, regretting ever going down there to, her eyes tearing up wondering if she was the reason her parents were unhappy, forced to be together even when her mother didn't want to be in this house. She knew this wouldn't be the last time they fought nor was it the first time. She had hoped that when her mother got home, she would get to see her smile again for once. She really missed her mother.

"...I'm sorry."

She closed her eyes and let out quiet sobs.

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A limousine passed a sign driving passed a sign, turning into the town known as Gravity falls, inside the vehicle, the Twins, Dipper and Mabel sat in boredom, Mabel staring outside watching the towns folk staring down in awe at the limo, their eyes squinting desperately to see who was inside hidden behind the tinted windows, it was not everyday they saw someone driving something so fancy in their town, and they quietly wondered if it was the Choi's, "As always, the town's people are plain and boring, it still stuns me that they belong here...the most unique town ever..." she muttered, twirling a strand of hair in her hand as talking to to her brother, "I wonder if they are still filled with buffoons as I remembered?"

"It's been years since we've been here, let's hold our opinions until later." He said, glasses sitting on the tip of his nose, while turning the page of the book that show intricate design and figures, words in a foreign language, he pushed his reading glasses back, fixing its position to the bridge of his nose.

"Um..." a voice interrupted gaining the attention of the Twins, their gaze unrelenting as both raised an eyebrow in question as the older girl fiddled with the ends of her shirt, "Mr. And Ms. Pines, sorry for the interruption...I was wondering for a while now...but why did we take a limousine...wouldn't it have been better to take a more normal transportation to hide our presence..."

Silence filled the air as she trailed off nervously, their piercing ice blue eyes concentrated on our bodies, before the smooth voice of Mabel cleared the tension.

"That's because we would 1. prefer our complete comfort. 2. And often other vehicles are uncomfortable, especially for my dear sister as small spaces make her fairly irritated, and while buses on the other hand seem the best option, we rather not waste money on more things, especially if there's a possibility of not using them again. Last of all, We would abhor sharing a space with a bunch of sweaty tourists if we decided to go with the common route and take a bus while we carry our own things." She said snarkly.

"...I understand, Ma'am." She replied, though a bit unsure.

An amused smile quirked the lips of Dipper, "You just wanted to go out in style." He muttered.

Mabel eyes glimmered for a moment before she shrugged uncaring of how true his statement could be, and she returned her gaze on to the streets of Gravity Falls, before a glint entered her eyes and a mischievous smile crawled across her face, "Maybe you're right, brother..."

"Hm?"

"There seems to be a unique set of crowd compared to the last time we were here."

Dipper met the gaze of his sister and he looked at her, his expression unchanging as he replied, "I see." He turned away, "Don't cause too much trouble."

They continued in silence until they arrived in front of the large home of their Grunkle Stan, and they had their separate suitcases picked up by the butler's of the estate, Dipper's a simple black while Mabel's a vibrant blue as they walked into the entrance to see their Grunkle walking towards them, his face stiff, before he went and hugged the both of them, a soft smile on his face. "I missed you two..."

"We...missed you too," Mabel wrapped her arms around him, clinging on to his form, as dipper responded reluctantly, his form tense, only relaxing when their Grunkle Stan released them from his grip.

"I'm sorry..." Stan apologized softly, "I forgot that you're not comfortable with skin contact...but you and Mabel have grown so tall, I remember when you both were little...Mason..Mabel...you were both so small..."

Mabel looked down as she listened quietly, Dipper interrupted as he fixed the front of his tie as he stated, "Call me Dipper."

"What...why?" He questioned in confusion, looking down at him, "You said you hated the name, didn't you?"

"I prefer to be called Dipper in the public, can you direct us to our room, Stan?" He asked politely, straight to the point.

Mabel walked forward, already ready to explore the mansion herself, "I'll see you later."

"Will you be okay, Mabel?" He asked worriedly.

She waved, leaving her suitcase with them, "She'll be fine, she's always good at finding people, and has a great sense of direction."

Stan nodded before picking up Mabel's and Dipper's bags, heading upstairs to lead Dipper into a large room with two separate queen sized beds, soft shades of green filled the room, Dipper walked around, finding a large closet for the two to share and a glass door hidden by curtains leading outside on a balcony for them to look over.

"Thank you Stan," he nodded in approval, appreciative of sharing a room together, back in California they shared separate rooms, they didn't mind the arrangement, but according to the man, it was inappropriate for a girl and boy to share a room, even if they were blood related, he didn't really understood, but at the time he didn't care and his powers were still too new to control, "This room would do."

Stan left the room, sending a worried smile to them, leaving Dipper and the older girl there by themselves, "What was your name?" He asked in apparent boredom as he sat cross legged on one of the beds.

She swallowed nervously, her tongue dry as she didn't meet his eyes, "Stacy Dale," Dipper was an attractive teen, looking older than his age would show, puberty treating him quite well with unblemished skin, and sharp features, the only imperfection was the birthmark on his forehead he wore proudly, for reasons only a small few knew of, she watched as smile graced his lips and a blush crossed her cheeks, "How long until our equipment arrives?"

"..I-in a w-week, sir.." she answered, watching the way he set glasses down, his fingers slender, she couldn't help to watch his every movement, precise and never wasted, she swallowed thickly as he loosened his tie, and she feared to meet his eyes as she worry if he could read the many things that crossed her mid, she liked boys younger than her, the way they fumbled at the attention of an attractive older woman. Each one was different and reacted differently, but this was a job and she should react professionally.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He said as the smile on his lips turned cold.

Her dark brown eyes met his icy gaze, her grip tightening on the suitcases she held in her hands, "You know..."

She waited as she looked into his eyes, watching him stand up, she held her breath as she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes, "I hate the way you look at me." She froze as he continued, "It's absolutely...disgusting."

"What..." She gaped at him, she never been told that before, in herself she knew her strange desires and taste were maybe to some extent wrong and somehow he could see through her, see the kind of thoughts she had of him, and she wondered if he was truly psychic. She didn't think of herself as bad since she never forced any of them. Rather they were really eager, so she don't think it is wrong to even have the thoughts.

"You have two weeks. Two weeks to finish your job and to prepare yourself and leave, I don't want to see you again." He stated, before practically kicking her out the door slamming shut, leaving the girl to fall on her knees in front of the door, staring blankly at it and she hoped she could possibly maybe somehow changed his mind. She really does need this job.

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Pacifica barely sent a glance to both her parents as she left, heading inside the Gleeful Wonders and Conspiracy Theories to see familiar platinum blond hair deeply indulging into a brown book with golden plated six fingers with the number 3 on it, she frowned before sneaking up behind him, whispering, "Where did you get that book?"

He jumped in shock, shoving the book underneath the cushion pillow on his side, looking up at Pacifica with innocent baby blue eyes, "H-hi, Paz," he stuttered as his mind wandered towards the inscriptions in the book.

Trust No One

"Is that so?" She smiled before seemingly dismissing the subject, leaving Gideon to sigh in relief, suddenly at a blink of an eye, the book was in Pacifica's hands and Gideon was being used as a chair, he panicked, struggling underneath her, whining, "Give it back...!"

Pacifica continued reading through it in amusement, "Trust No One, Huh?" She quoted, before pouting, "I thought you'd trust me out of everyone in this town, this really breaks mama's Heart, 'Deon."

"I'm sorry—" he gasped, "but stop calling yourself my mum, and get your fat arse off me!"

Pacifica tinted pink in the cheeks, "Who taught you such foul language." She frowned as she got off of him, leaving him to hold his chest, gasping for breath, "I will spank you. And stop being dramatic."

He stuck his tongue out as she glared at him, "Can I have my book back?" He asked, she nodded giving him back, "I'll explain about it."

"So what's this book?" She asked, folding her arms.

"Dad sent me out to put up flyers and I found this out while in the woods, it was in a secret place in a tree and it mentions all of the odd things that's been going about in this town!" He rambled excitedly, "whoever wrote this researched this and from my guess this is the third book!"

She nodded thoughtfully, "so there's a book 1 & 2, maybe possibly beyond a 3rd book... but based on the assumption that there are only 3 books..."

He nodded eagerly, "That means they are hidden around gravity falls! And this book could be a clue to find the rest!"

"Assuming that the other books weren't found already or are in gravity falls." She finished calmly, "And that none of this is a cruel prank left for you."

"...oh..." He said in slight disappointment at the idea.

"But sounds like a great treasure hunt for this summer!" She said cheerfully, his eyes lit up the thought and nodded in excitement, "I'll help you!"

"Thanks Paz," He said sincerely with a shy smile.

"No worries, always fun to hang with the coolest kid in town!" She grinned as he beamed at her, "speaking of hanging out, wanna come with me to the Mystery Twins event?"

His eyes widened before whispering furiously, "You know my dad wouldn't like that..!"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him~" she sings songs to him.

He frowned and thought carefully, "Okay...If you say so...but you're a bad influenza."

"Bad Influence," she corrected cheerfully, "But you know I'm the good kind~ I'll pick you up in a week's time and in the meanwhile until that event we can work on our little research and treasure hunt tomorrow."

He nodded as he returned his attention back towards the book, his eyes glinting excitedly, leaving Pacifica to wave goodbye before an annoyed expression crawled her face as she headed towards Candy Chui's house.

"Remember..." she whispered to herself, "Be the best Kiss Ass so she says yes."

As she stood before Candy's intimidating House, a fake smile crept on her lips as dread filled her.

She really didn't want to talk to this bitch.

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End Of Chapter 2

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