Okay, so I’ve decided to write a bit of fanfic. A month ago, I didn’t even read fanfic. Now I’m crazy about it.
Enough about me, though. I don’t know if this counts as AU or if it’s something else entirely (like I said, I’m kinda new to fic). It’s basically what might have happened if Pacifica listened to her parents and left the gates closed. It’s mostly from Pacifica’s perspective, with a touch of Dipper and Mabel.
This fanfic probably sucks, but if it gets to even FIFTY notes I’m throwing myself a victory party… Bipper style (not Northwest style because the majority of them are selfish jerks. Besides, I’m cray-cray about Bipper).
This is my first fic, so don’t expect this to dump feels all over you. I mean, it might. I don’t know.
no no no
this wasn’t supposed to happen
why did the northwests have to be so stupid
they knew this was coming
they did nothing
if it wasn’t for mabel he wouldn’t have come back
was she okay
could she breathe
he couldn’t breathe
Pacifica grasped the lever that would open up the gates to her home. The lever that would stop the curse. She began to pull. The door opened a crack.
Preston Northwest gasped. “You dare disobey us?” He pulled out a small bell. The ringing stung Pacifica’s ears. She tried to block the sound, tried to block the traumatizing memories.
What would happen to everyone if she didn’t break the curse? Would they just stand there? Would the twigs turn into branches? Would they die?
Pacifica didn’t want them to die. Especially Dipper.
Dipper. He had come back for them. A look of terror frozen on his wooden face. Not as brave as he pretended to be, but still playing the hero.
Pacifica wasn’t a hero. How could she be, when all she ever did was do her parents’ bidding?
The bell kept ringing.
She just couldn’t do it.
“I’m sorry, Dipper,” she whispered. She climbed into the trapdoor. “I really am.”
breathing was difficult
lungs on fire
pine trees burn
why would he be any different
it hurt to breathe
it hurt to think
Pacifica’s stomach grumbled. She wished she could eat another sandwich, but they were already running low. It was ridiculous. Her parents, who always had more than enough, were wasteful, eating two at a time whenever feeling even slightly hungry. Only one day had passed. Only ten sandwiches remained.
She wasn’t sure how, but the ghost couldn’t get into the panic room. He was noisy, though, screaming at the top of his lungs and smashing his axe through the floorboards above.
They were running out of time. Food was becoming scarce. This was the longest she’d ever gone without showering. The Northwests weren’t going to last another day, let alone a week.
Without warning, the ground began to rumble. Pacifica fell to the floor, slicing her delicate hands on the broken glass from the last time this happened. She only had seconds to nurse her wound before the laws of nature snapped.
Pacifica’s hair, which had been brushed thoroughly only hours before, rose above her, tangling itself around the other objects floating toward the low ceiling. Mr. and Mrs. Northwest clung onto every valuable item they could reach.
The first time it happened was hours ago, when nobody was prepared. One of the reasons they didn’t have enough food was because the Northwests refused to eat anything that touched the ground. But the sandwiches still rose and fell, falling with a splat.
Were ghosts supposed to be able to switch gravity? She supposed so, since they could lift things in the air and chuck them across the room. Dipper probably knew.
Why didn’t she open up the gates to the commoners? Why couldn’t she just be a rebel for once?
The gravity switch was lasting longer than the other three times. Were they going to last longer and longer each time until it eventually lasted forever? Pacifica did not want that to happen.
A bright light shone through the cracks of the trapdoor. If they were outside, they could have been blinded. That was odd, since the first three times, there was no light. The gravity switched again, and everything was normal.
what was going on
why couldn’t she move
why couldn’t she breathe
something pressing against her chest
but there was nothing there
Pacifica couldn’t stand it any longer. She walked calmly towards the ladder, careful not to wake her sleeping parents or the butler. Her heels just barely balanced on the rungs as she climbed.
“Pacifica Elise Northwest! What do you think you’re doing?”
She turned, glancing down at her parents. Preston stood below, his hand poised to ring the dreaded bell.
“I’m going to open the gates.”
He rang the bell.
Impulse took over. She started down the ladder. She couldn’t save anyone. Her fear and selfishness was too strong.She was just another link in the world’s worst chain. Dipper was right all along.
But what else had Dipper said? “Just because you’re your parents’ daughter doesn’t mean you have to be like them.” The words rang louder than the bell. They shook the fear right out of her.
Preston dropped the bell in surprise. “What do you mean, no?”
She swallowed. “"I-I’m going to let everybody in. I’m going to stop the curse.” She wobbled on the ladder, almost losing her balance. Stupid high heels. Stupid parents. Stupid ghost.
Mrs. Northwest narrowed her eyes. “Think about what you’re doing. Do you really want to let a bunch of nasty people into our beautiful home?”
Pacifica began her careful climb up the ladder. “Mom, we can’t even be in our home. I have to save everyone before it’s too late.” Before they starved.
“We’ll think of another way.”
“This is the only way!”
“Think about what you are doing!”
“I am thinking! For the first time in one hundred fifty years, a Northwest is actually thinking!”
“I HAVE TO SAVE THEM!” Pacifica screamed, mascara running down her cheeks.
Her parents looked at each other.
”I have to save them,” she repeated. “All of those people are important for a reason. If we don’t break the curse…well, I have to free them.” Especially the most important person of all. The person she couldn’t stand just days ago.
Pacifica pushed the trap door open. There was nothing her parents could do to stop her.
“Hey ghost! You want me to-”
She was wasting her breath. The ghost was gone.
If it wasn’t the ghost switching gravity, what was?
He had kept his promise. Everybody was still wood. Most had landed at odd angles when the gravity switched. The living taxidermy was still moving about, but seemed to be less villainous. It was almost as if there was a forest growing in her home.
The Northwest Woods.
She walked around carefully, staring at the statues with terror and sadness. How could she do this? Why did she have to be so afraid of the bell? All of this could have been avoided.
She paused for a moment when she reached Mabel. Suddenly, she didn’t seem so bad. Sure, she was ridiculous and weird. But, kind of like Dipper, her weird quirks suddenly seemed more interesting.
When she reached Dipper, Pacifica winced. The wood was chipped from the gravity changes. She heaved him back to a standing position.
After everything she did to him, he still believed in her. Still comforted her when she felt useless. When she felt like there was nothing she could do about who she was, because she was just another spoiled Northwest.
He still believed in her, and she betrayed him.
There was only one perk of everybody being wood.
There was nobody to judge her every move. Nobody to force her tears to halt.
was that mabel
he needed mabel
he needed to wake up
he needed oxygen
in the end he wouldn’t receive those three wishes
in the end
this was the end
Okay, that’s all for now! Part 2 coming soon!