Author's Note : The Unnamed Gnome has gifted me with more information about the Pines family. Let's take a look, shall we?

Chapter 4

"And that's why we're back," Dipper nodded, frowning at Soos.

The thirty-year-old man ( I forgot Soos's age in the show ) nodded, munching on a candybar. "That's some deep stuff, dudebros."

Ford, Mabel, Waddles, and Dipper dragged Stan back to the Mystery Shack, which was being remodeled. Lately, ( and after Weirdmageddon ) more people were coming into the Mystery Shack. Seeing this, Soos and Melody renovated the shack, and it now looked more like a white manor with aisles dedicated to mysteries. At the moment, the Mystery Shack was closed and was going to have another show at nine PM.

Mabel frowned at Stan, who was snoring on the living room's recliner. Ford paced around the room, looking over a few notes.

"Do you know what's wrong with him?" Melody walked in, frowning as well.

"No, he just starting sleeping in the diner," Dipper frowned, "and as soon as he started speaking, Uncle Ford told us to bring him here."

"This can't be," Ford said, pacing back and forth. "This can't be."

"Don't worry, hambones," Soos said, rubbing his hands together. "Soos, the handyman, has this."

"But I thought you were Mister Mystery," Mabel cocked her head.

"My multitasking is both a blessing and a curse," Soos said, flipping his hat backwards. Then he smiled and looked over Stan. "Now, let's see what's broken …"

"Nothing's broken, Soos," Ford said, leaning over Stan. "At least, yet."

"What is it, Uncle Ford?" Dipper asked, concerned.

"According to my notes," Ford said worriedly, "Stan may be possessed."

Pacifica closed the front door and took a look around her two-story foyer. The stairs extended to the second floor, where her mediocre bedroom was. She hung her coat on the rack, placed her keys in her purse, and marched up the stairs, journal in hand.

"Pacifica Northwest!"

Pacifica winced, and turned around slowly, only to see Priscilla Northwest, her mother. Mrs. Northwest was not used to working by herself, so cooking had been a disaster in the past two years. Luckily, Pacifica had dinner experience from working at the diner, so she had been preparing breakfast, dinner, and lunch.

"Hello, Mother," Pacifica made a face, trying not to wince.

"How was work today?"

"It was good."

"Can you believe the news?" Priscilla barked. "Those dreaded Pines twins are back!"

Pacifica tried not to smile. "You don't say?"

"Why, yes, darling!" Priscilla frowned. "They caused Weirdmageddon, didn't they? Were in cahoots with that Bill Cipher and brought him to life."

"But didn't Dad try to join Bill? Isn't he the reason why we lost everything?"

"We didn't lose everything, Pacifica."

Pacifica jolted, and spun to see Preston, dressed in a fancy suit. He leered out of the shadows and leaned to face his daughter.

"Those Pines only cause trouble. Especially the one with the weird hat."

Pacifica's fists clenched. "He didn't cause trouble. He saved us from the ghost!"

"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady," Preston scowled. "Those Pines are no good."

Pacifica stared back into Preston's eyes, and then clenched her fists more. "I understand, Daddy."She marched up the stairs.

"And where are you going, young lady?"

"To my bedroom, Daddy."

Preston lurched a bit, shocked by her sharp response, and heard her bedroom door close. Pacifica looked around her bedroom, all to find a small portrait of Dipper Pines near her bed. She cradled it close to her chest, but then thought of an idea.

I'll just deliver this to Dipper; no biggie.

Pacifica smiled but then crawled out of the window slowly. She ran across her lawn, down the streets, with her phone's flashlight on to guide her. As Pacifica walked close to the shack,she thought more and more of Mabel, the Stans, and Dipper. She couldn't help it; Pacifica loved him! Ever since his daring self came back to warn them of the ghost, even after the Northwests had betrayed him! Pacifica, with a lovesick sigh, knocked on the door and waited patiently.

"Is that your friend?"

"No; Grenda usually head-butts the door."

The door flew open to reveal Dipper and Mabel Pines. Pacifica held in her breath, trying to not stare at Dipper too much.

Dipper bashfully smiled. "Hey, Pacifica. Great to see you! You've come at a really, really bad time, thoug-"

"Dipper's just joking!" Mabel laughed. "Come in, come in!"

Pacifica looked around the remodeled shack and began to grin to herself. She prefered this version from that woodsy, grandpa-like scent!

"Dude, why's your girlfriend here?" Soos asked, pointing at Pacifica.

Dipper blushed, inhaled, lurched his head back, and shouted in a loud, puberty-like voice, "She's not my girlfriend!"

"Gee, calm down, dude," Melody said, putting her hands down. "Look, I just called Wendy; she's on her way."

"What'll Wendy do?" Pacifica asked.

"Cool things down with her teenage-y ways," Ford replied, looking over her brother.

"Or charm the pants of off Dipper," Mabel winked.

Dipper made a face. ( What his face really looks like: search?q=dipper+facial+expressions&safe=strict&rlz=1C1GCEB_enUS749US749&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwimnr-W49rfAhUOnq0KHc4_BJcQsAR6BAgAEAE&biw=1366&bih=626#imgrc=MUVLFxNwffoV2M .)

"Mabel, I told you I'm over Wendy."

Grunkle Stan, eyes cleared, lurched up and laughed, "Ha! Dipper's the object of ridicule!" But then, immediately, he fell back into the chair again and kept mumbling gibberish.

"Dudes, I think Dipper's ridicule is the source to bring back Stan!" Soos smiled.

Dipper made another face. "Really? Seems like someone hadn't changed."

"Gee, Dipper, why you ackin' so salty?" Mabel said, wagging her head.

Dipper's voice started to raise with frustration. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I'm not salty!"

The room overlapped with "Yes, you are," "You are pretty salty," and "Dude's the saltiest person I've ever met."

"Anyway," Ford said, "I think Soos has a point. Dipper, do something stupid so others can ridicule you!"

"Aw, don't make me do this, Great-Uncle Ford!" Dipper whined.

"Sorry, Dipper!" Ford shrugged. "There's no other way to do this."

"Oooh!" Mabel lifted a video camera. "He should do the Lamby-Lamby dance! Or the song from the musical Mom and Dad took us!"

Dipper sighed. "Alright, alright. I'll do it."

Soos shut off the lights, Mabel lit up lanterns, and everyone circled around a dramatic Dipper. *

"I saved every letter you wrote me

From the moment I read them

I knew you were mine ( No, no wait )

You said you were mine

I thought you were mine

Do you know what Angelica said

When we saw ( wait, wait ) your first arrive

She said,

Be careful with that one love,

He will do what it takes to survive

You and your words flooded my senses

Your sentences left me defenseless

You built me palaces out of paragraphs

You built cathedrals

"I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me

I'm searching and scanning for answers

In every line

For some kind of sign

And when you were mine

The world seemed to burn, burn

You published the letters she wrote you

You told the whole world how you brought

This girl into our bed

In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives

Do you know what Angelica said

When she read what you'd done?

She said, "You've married an Icarus.

He has flown too close to the sun." ( I'm sorry, you guys. )

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy...

Your sentences border on senseless

And you are paranoid in every paragraph

How they perceive you

You, you, you…" Dipper began to tilt his head, singing loudly, making everyone laugh. Even Stanley recovered for a moment.

"Keep singing!" Mabel shouted. Pacifica couldn't agree more; Dipper was an amazing singer! She wondered why he didn't sing more!

"I'm erasing myself from the narrative

Let future historians wonder

How Eliza reacted when you broke her heart

You have torn it all apart

I'm watching it burn

Watching it burn ( Pacifica cheered for him, clapping. )

"The world has no right to my heart

The world has no place in our bed

They don't get to know what I said

I'm burning the memories

Burning the letters that might have redeemed you

You forfeit all rights to my heart

You forfeit the place in our bed ( Pacifica and Mabel begin to cheer, and does Ford, Stan, and Soos. )

You sleep in your office instead

With only the memories

Of when you were mine

I hope that you burn …"

The entire room was silent, with Dipper bowing his head down. He hoped he did well, even though he lost his dignity and self-confidence.

"I should have been soprano the whole time," Dipper added. Mabel inferred with his sentence with whoops, similar to Ford, Soos, Pacifica, Melody, and now, Wendy.

"I'm going to burn my ears after that," Stan grumped, and everyone laughed. "But you're better at singing than your own uncle."

"Finally! Mr. Pines is back!" Soos cried.

"So this is why I'm here?" Wendy laughed.

"Nice performance, Flip-A-Dip-Dip," Pacifica smiled, nudging Dipper.

"Dipper. Just call me 'Dipper'."

Mxvw fdoo klp Glsshu.

Author's Note : I'm so sorry I took so long on chapter three just because of this chapter! I'll try to develop the villain in the next chapter, but that may take a while, since I'm going to be testing in school for the next couple of weeks. Have a great day! I started listening to Hamilton, and it's not that bad, actually!