[🔶] Gravity Falls: Rewritten!

Chapter 31: Today is a Good Day

PLAY INTRO!

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"Good morning, Gravity Falls!"

Shandra Jimenez's polished voice filled the diner as her poised figure graced the screen, dressed impeccably with a practiced, picture-perfect smile.

"The sky is clear with no chance of rain, as confirmed by our meteorologists. Produce prices remain steady, so today's shaping up to be a great day!

"It's been one month since the grand opening of Gravity Falls' very own clinic, led by the town's heroine, Y/n. Her remarkable healing abilities have made her the go-to doctor, putting the unnamed former town physician out of business—though he's found new success selling calendars—-"

Y/n shook her head, biting into her sandwich. The Greasy's Diner buzzed with early morning patrons rushing through breakfast before work.

Pacifica Northwest, now clad in a waitress uniform, paused beside Y/n. "Not another day passes by without the news talking about you, huh?"

Y/n snorted softly, rolling her eyes. "Gravity Falls is small enough for news to run dry, I guess. But I do feel bad for the doctor."

"Oh, please." Pacifica waved a dismissive hand. "If he wanted to stay in the game, he shouldn't have been up against a doctor who literally cures people with magic."

Y/n pressed her lips together, clearly wanting to argue but instead focused on her food. Pacifica didn't miss the hint of guilt in her expression. Stepping around the counter, she placed a reassuring hand on her back.

"Hey, don't stress. He's happy selling calendars now. Good luck to him getting a date, though—"

Y/n let out a defeated laugh. "Why did you have to make that joke? It's so bad."

"Because I knew you'd laugh," Pacifica smirked. "Feel better?"

She smiled faintly. "A little, yeah. But you know what would make me feel even better?"

Pacifica sighed dramatically but grinned. "Coffee?"

"As dark as my soul, please."

"That doesn't even make sense." Pacifica rolled her eyes, walking back to the coffee maker. She was halfway through reheating it when a customer on the far side of the diner waved for assistance.

Tightening the bow of her apron, Pacifica strutted toward the booth with a confident sway, notepad and pencil already in hand.

Y/n watched her go, pride flickering in her chest. Who would've thought that Pacifica Northwest—the once-snobby princess of Gravity Falls' richest family—would find herself working at a humble diner?

Her parents, predictably, had been livid, forbidding her from such a "disgraceful" job. But Pacifica had stood her ground, defying them once again. Y/n couldn't tell whether Preston and Priscilla eventually respected their daughter or feared her, but either way, Pacifica seemed to relish the newfound freedom.

She was earning admiration from the townsfolk, too. Pacifica had once confessed to Y/n how good it felt when a patron thanked her for serving pancakes—even if she didn't cook them herself—or smiled at her like an old friend.

Y/n had laughed at the admission back then, not out of mockery but genuine amusement. This was a girl who had once lived for extravagant parties and shallow compliments, now discovering the simple joy of kindness.