AN: Another Sunday means update time!
Thank you AngelPines for pointing out the typo! I'll be sure to fix it!
And not to worry, Arylia Scry, I'm still doing Sock Opera, it's one of my favourite episodes!
Finally, THANK YOU Marty the Bill Fan for your amazing fanart in Gravity Falls amino! I love it!
Chapter Fifty-Seven: Parties
"Who do you think Brandon McPersley is going to choose?" Mabel asked Pacifica excitedly as she, the blonde, and Candy and Grenda watched Gravity Falls' Bachelor.
"My money's on Juliette," Pacifica said. "They have some serious romantic tension."
"Agreed! They're practically made for each other!" Grenda said. "I'm naming the ship Bralliette!"
"I think it should be Marcia," Candy objected. "She's super sweet and they like similar things, Juliette and Brandon hate each other; I don't count that as romantic tension."
"Yes! Can-Can knows what she's talking about!" Mabel cheered, giving her Korean friend a high-five. "What about you, Waddles?"
The pig snorted and and pressed his snout on one of the girls who was giving a commentary.
"Hmm...he might have a point, I mean Jessica is nice and they have chemistry," Grenda mused.
"Grenda you traitor! Don't abandon the Brandon X Juliette ship!" Pacifica threw a handful of popcorn at her.
Grenda grinned and dumped the popcorn all over Pacifica's head. Waddles squealed in delight before hopping on the blonde, gobbling popcorn off her.
At first Pacifica was disgusted, but after a few seconds she giggled at the tickling Waddles tongue was giving her.
The other three girls burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Hanging out with her friends was honestly making Mabel feel better, hurting Matthew and Penelope's shady plans where still at the back of her mind, but she didn't feel so awful.
"I heard Brandon was having a series finale party tomorrow!" Candy said once she could stop laughing. She showed them his Facebook page.
"His daughter is soooo lucky!" Mabel said. "I'd love to be invited to awesome parties!"
"You just might, your brother is Matthew Pines, remember," Pacifica said gently heaving Waddles off her body. "I'll probably go to, with my status and all."
"Too bad for us," Grenda lamented slightly.
Pacifica waved hand. "C'mon, invites usually include a plus-one. I can bring one of you and Mabel can to, if we get invited."
"Us? At Brandon McPersley's Party?" Candy squealed in glee.
"Speaking of invites..." Pacifica handed two golden letters to the two girls. "To The Party tonight."
Candy and Grenda gasped before Fan-girling and tackling the Northwest in a hug.
"Hey! Is this a group hug? Give me some!" Mabel yelled jumping on top of her friends.
"PACIFICA." Came the loud voice of Mr. Northwest.
The girl's bedroom door opened with a flourish and in came Preston.
He surveyed the popcorn covered carpet and wrinkled his nose. "You have to get dressed." He said finally.
Pacifica untangled herself from the limbs of girls before brushing herself off.
"Dad, relax the party's in five hours, we have—."
"And," Preston cut off his daughter. "Your—" Preston glanced at Candy and Grenda with narrowed eyes. "—company can leave now."
"But—."
Preston held up his bell and gave it a ring.
The girl flinched and bowed her head, nodding slowly. "Um...I'll see you guys later?"
Candy and Grenda nodded silently and left, the happy atmosphere gone from the room.
"And you, Mabel," Preston said. "Can get something presentable from Pacifica."
Mabel looked between Candy and Grenda's disappearing forms to Pacifica's subdued posture, to, Preston.
She scowled, her bow glowing warm, unknown to her, her eyes had turned a faded pink.
Preston was still staring at Mabel, waiting for an answer when a bunch of magenta coloured hands phased through the wall, reaching for the man...
At this point Mabel had returned to her senses, shaking her head vigorously to rid her head of the light headedness.
"No?" Preston asked slowly. Pacifica gave the girl a worried look.
"No! I-I mean that's not what I—" she looked up, the hands phased back into the wall.
"Yes, I'll have Pacifica get me something."
Preston nodded in approval before leaving.
"I'm sorry, Mabel," Pacifica muttered.
"It's Okay!" Mabel said poking the girl's cheek cheerfully. "You didn't choose for your Dad to be a poop face!"
Pacifica covered her mouth to stop a laugh but couldn't help it, she giggled and Mabel joined her.
"I'm going to take a bath," she said finally leaving Mabel to enter her en suite.
Mabel looked back up at the upper wall, where the hands had been.
...M-A-B-E-L...
"Ellie..." said a cool and familiar voice.
The woman opened her eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust them, before turning to her head to the side.
"Damion..."
The young boy smiled. "Glad you're awake. A lot has happened since the car crash."
"Car crash—?" Then everything cane flooding back to her. The snow monsters the car slamming into the tree...Kouri...
"Is she—?"
"Safe."
Ellie Pines sighed in relief before turning to her brother. "The twins? Matthew?"
"That...is a more tricky story," Damion said, now sitting on the hospital bed.
"Like I said, lots has happened. Your eldest son had his heart broken."
"What?" Ellie said, trying to sit up but grimaced at the pain and lay back down.
"Wendy Corduroy left him due to his shady past. A shame, really, I do feel bad for him." Damion looked as sorry as a child getting gifts for Christmas.
Basically, he wasn't sorry at all and Ellie knew it.
"Would it be wrong to assume you had a hand in this?" Ellie said darkly.
Damion looked down on his sister, his lips parted and curled into a cruel grin, his dark eyes glittering with mirth.
"No."
...M-A-B-E-L...
The same day, once he had shaken Penelope off, Matthew sat and stared at the biggest lake in Gravity Falls.
The very lake Wendy's mother died in. He closed his eyes as guilty squids swam laps through his gut.
He could vaguely hear people laughing as they fished and swam, once or twice he saw the tail of the Gobblewonker.
He walked towards the lake's edge, staring at his reflection, he slipped off his eyepatch, his gold eye revealed.
'I'll always be apart of you kid! Always!' Bill's words echoed in his mind and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"What if I don't want you to be?" He whispered. "What if I'll never be happy because of you?"
Matthew could've swore he heard the sound of Bill's mocking laughter, he couldn't be sure though.
"Maaaaaaathew!" A shrill girlish cry could be heard, cutting through Matthew's thoughts.
He turned to where a group of girls where in bathing suits.
The one in the front, a blonde girl was in a pink bikini had her hands on her hips.
"Matthew! Come swim with us!" She said with a grin.
"I don't have my swim trunks," Matthew said. 'Or any trunks for that matter.'
"You can swim with just your underwear..." the blonde girl purred, the girls behind her giggled.
Matthew sighed and swiped a hand through his hair. "Look, ladies, I can't swim..."
"But we can teach you! Can't we girls?" The blonde turned to her entourage who answered with a chorus of "Yeah!"
"Um look..."
"It's not like you have anything to do," Blonde Girl pressed. "That lumberjill dumped you."
Matthew grimaced.
"I called it," a girl in the back said. "I KNEW she was a tramp."
This comment was followed by a chorus of "Mmmmhmmmm." From the group.
Matthew furrowed his brow. "She's not a—"
"Come on!" Blonde Girl grabbed Matthew's arm and pulled him closer towards the lake.
"Just take your shoes and shirt off, keep your jeans on if it's that embarrassing," she said.
Matthew sighed, figuring Blonde Girl and her cronies wouldn't leave him alone until he complied, he threw his shirt and Jean jacket off before slipping off his shoes and socks.
"I'm Reagan BTW..." Blonde Girl smiled. "You probably know me."
"You were the one who started The I Love my Flaming Matthew club on Twitter, right?" Matthew rose an eyebrow.
"Aaaaand the daughter of Brandon McPresley? You must've heard of him."
"Mhm," Matthew said uninterested. "Let's get this over with."
Reagan stepped into the shallow part of the lake and turned, "Come, Come, I'll help you in!"
"I'm fine, thank you," Matthew said calmly, stepping into the water, hissing at the frigid water soaking his jeans and causing the fabric to cling to his legs.
"We can start with floating, it's like, super easy."
Matthew blinked twice, Reagan's hair suddenly became a fiery red, her brown eyes turning a fiery forest green. Her face then peppered with freckles.
Wendy.
Matthew smiled, accepting the little illusion his mind was giving him and coming towards...
Yeah, he forgot her name.
...M-A-B-E-L...
"For the last time, Dip! You look fine!"
"You're sure?"
"Ugh, Yes!" Mabel crossed her arms as Dipper adjusted his bow tie for the millionth time.
The brunette was wearing a pink silk pouf gown that Pacifica had picked out for her, since it matched her dress and a matching pair of heels.
"What's in to you today? You're kinda...annoyed?"
"Well when you're around the Northwests for so long, you get like that."
Dipper flinched. The salt in his sister's voice was nearly tangible.
He frowned and began to swipe some probably invisible dust.
Mabel scowled and left with a heavy sigh.
"Yeesh, what are you, Mabel, a saltine cracker?" He mumbled.
Dipper considered slicking his hair back, but decided not to, he almost forgot about his embarrassing birth mark.
There was a sudden tap on his window.
The boy turned, coming face to face with a familiar blue jay. Wasn't that the one attacking Arnold Evergreen?
Dipper smirked, anyone who attacked that walking ball of ego was a friend in his book.
He unlatched the window, reading the letter with a frown.
"Dipper Pines" it read.
"The following people must never, under any circumstances, be left alone.
Mabel Pines
Stanley Pines
Matthew Pines
The first is being haunted. The second is their next target. And the third is being seduced. They must be accompanied by someone trustworthy. They are in danger.
This is not a joke.
-Anonymous"
Dipper titled his head and frowned as the blue jay flew away.
Mabel was being haunted? By what? Stan was WHO'S next target?
The letter rose more questions than answers. Still, if the letter was telling the truth, it'd explain Mabel's strange behaviour and perhaps the weird attacks that where going on.
Dipper neatly folded the letter and put it in his night drawer.
As he walked downstairs, he could see the Northwest praising her dress choice.
Mabel put on a plastic smile. 'Your sister is being haunted.'
"What are you hiding from me, Mabel?" Dipper whispered with a heavy heart.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as Pacifica stumbled into him.
The boy cried out, his shoes loosing their footing on the stairs.
Pacifica grabbed his wrist, but was dragged down by his momentum the two yelled, tumbling down the stairs, Dipper falling on his back and Pacifica on top of him, their foreheads slammed together.
"Pacifica Elise Northwest, what in Nathanial's name are you doing?" Preston demanded.
Pacifica squeaked and tried to get up, but her purple heels had no traction on the carpet and she fell on top of Dipper.
On the second try she quickly scrambled to her feet a long with the blushing Dipper, Who was squirming since Preston was glaring at him longer than he felt comfortable.
"Pacifica! Why are you wearing purple?" Priscilla demanded.
"I like it," Pacifica said. "Besides, the diamonds are sea foam, aren't they?"
Priscilla looked peeved, and Preston opened his mouth to say something when Stan walked through and yelled, "Good news kids! We're moving out soon!" The old man stopped when he saw the Northwests staring at him.
"What are you wearing?!" Preston half shrieked.
"What? It's a suit—!"
"Not YOU you're brother! What IS that?!" Preston gestured madly behind Stan where Ford had settled himself in one of the dining room chairs buried in a book, he looked up and glanced around, confused.
"Mr. Pines, you can't be seriously wearing that, can you?" Pricilla asked eyeing Ford.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Ford asked, Dipper could hear a good deal of self consciousness in his voice.
"You look like an interdenominational techno punk who caught a cold and decided to buy a sweater! We're meeting the most famous and powerful people in the world, you can't—can't where THAT!" Preston said dramatically.
Stan coughed loudly to cover up a laugh.
That's when the lights began to flicker on and off.
"Huh? What's going on?" Mabel exclaimed.
"It's happening!" Preston yelled as the China began to float.
The three children and Priscilla and Stan dived under the table. Ford ducked the occasional plate and stared at everything bug eyed. "A ghost?" He mused, half-heartedly dodging a spoon.
"You are my possessions! Obey me!" Preston yelled shaking a fist.
The flying china finally stopped.
"Great Uncle Ford, What was that?" Dipper asked in panic as he crawled from underneath the table.
"A ghost," Ford squinted. "Definitely a ghost."
"Well we can't have a ghost!" Preston yelled. "The Party is in an hour!"
"We'll just have to exterminate it I presume!" Ford said, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of coming in contact with the supernatural.
"Only YOU would say that so cheerfully," Stan stated.
"Then exterminate it!" Priscilla shrieked.
"Right... exorcising slipped my mind, Dipper, do you have Journal 3?" Dipper cheerfully took the book from inside his suit pocket. "Here! Any chance I can help—?"
"I'll take it from here my boy!" Ford enthusiastically rolled his shoulders and marched upstairs.
"So...how exactly is he going to find it?" Mabel asked Dipper.
"It's Grunkle Ford! He knows everything!" Dipper said. "Trust me, he'll get rid of it before the party."
...M-A-B-E-L...
AN: Well, finally finished this up!
More Matthew drama and some Dipcifica, along with a lovely little Mabel problem! The McPersleys are going to be important later on too.
Also, "Stem What Hated" (it's an anagram)
Fantasy Fan OUT!