Uncertainty - Stanford Pines x Reader (female)

Chapter 52

As I left the bathroom, I tugged at the hem of the pants Stan had brought me. They were plain, slightly loose but comfortable enough—and clearly borrowed, though he hadn't said from where. He only gave me a lopsided grin and shrugged when I asked, so I decided to let it slide for now. I could feel the jacket still hanging off my shoulders, the fabric heavy but oddly comforting as we made our way down the hallway.

At the end of the hall, we found Mabel and Dipper waiting in the dim light, their expressions a mix of worry and excitement. Mabel's eyes widened as she took in my new look, and she let out a soft giggle. "Nice outfit upgrade, Y/N. Did we miss anything big, or is this just how we're rolling now?"

I shot her a look, trying not to smile. "Let's just say things got interesting."

Dipper stepped forward, looking from me to Stan with a wary frown. "You guys okay? We thought we heard voices... like, more than usual." He paused, glancing at the mirror we'd just left behind. "Was there...?"

"There was.", Stan answered, a hint of gravity returning to his tone. "We found a letter, too, from someone named Cecilia. And we... well, we actually spoke to her. Heard her voice clear as day."

Dipper's eyes widened, the spark of intrigue unmistakable. "Seriously? What did she say?"

I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair as I recalled the raw emotion Cecilia's voice carried, her desperation to be remembered. "She asked for help. For peace. It felt like she was trapped here, like she couldn't rest until... something was set right."

Mabel shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself as she looked between us. "Poor Cecilia... so, what's the plan? Are we going to help her?"

Stan exchanged a glance with me, then nodded. "We're going to try."
"But we need to be smart about it. Rushing in blind won't do her any good, and we don't even know what's keeping her here.", I added.

Dipper nodded, already in full investigation mode. "Alright. We need more information. Maybe check out any historical records, family history, or any tragedies tied to this place."

"Exactly.", I agreed, feeling my determination solidify as we brainstormed. "If we can understand what happened to her—who she was, why she's stuck here—it might give us the key to setting her free."

Mabel glanced down the dark hallway, her eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and excitement. "So, if Cecilia was a servant, do you think she could've, I dunno... been mistreated? Maybe that's why she's trapped here?"

I crossed my arms, brow furrowed as I considered it. "It's possible. Old families like Pacifica's didn't always treat their staff well. If something happened to her here, it might've left her spirit restless."

Dipper rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "There has to be something in the house that ties her here, something unresolved or some unfinished business. We could start by looking for records in the library, but... it's probably faster to go straight to the source. If Pacifica's parents know about Cecilia, maybe they'll have answers."

I nodded, the pieces starting to fall into place. "And if they know anything about how she died or what might've happened to her, we can get to the bottom of this. Maybe it'll be enough to help her move on."

Mabel tilted her head, giving us a wary smile. "I mean, Pacifica's parents don't exactly strike me as the helpful type. They didn't even want us here in the first place."

"Yeah, but they might talk if they think it'll make us leave faster.", Dipper pointed out, glancing between us with a determined expression. "Besides, if they're hiding something, we might be able to read between the lines."