Breaking the Chain

Prologue

Prologue

A few weeks had passed since the Northwest's held their annual Party for all the high elites from societies all around the world, or better known as "That time a Lumberjack Ghost gave everyone Wood."

Since then, Pacifica has been less obedient than she has in the past. She's learned to resist the call of her parent's Bell, and doing things on her own. She's even stopped caring so much about what's "In" or "Out", in fashion terms, and wearing what she thinks looks good. Granted, this took a bit of getting used to, especially with her parents being so strict.

Her parents have grounded her many times for these acts of individuality, but this only made her spite for her parents grow. She honestly began to despise being even called a Northwest, She wished she could go back in time, and grow up in a regular family. One that loved her not because she would be molded into an exact replica of the same greedy, back-stabbing types of their family who would inherit mass fortunes, but because of her uniqueness and personality.

She didn't need a servant to learn how to be the best at Mini-golf, in fact, what's the fun in anything if you treat everything like a competition? Did she even have any natural talents, or were they all a product of her parent's conquest to mold the perfect child?

A chain is only as strong as it's weakest link. if that's true, then the Northwest Chain must be battered and rusty, with only gold paint to give it the superiority complex that other regular chains don't possess, to give it the illusion it's better than everyone else, despite the fact it's not able to even keep a mouse from breaking it into pieces.

Pacifica stared out of her window, it was cloudy. Very cloudy, would probably rain soon. Her room overlooked the entire town, and so she could see the statue of Gravity Fall's founder, Nathaniel Northwest. There was a time she looked at that statue in admiration, with a sort of Honor. But now it only was a grim reminder of what fate awaited her, a train wreck disguised as a Golden Temple.

That is, if Pacifica stayed with her family. The Northwests would only drag her down, she needed to get out of this rut.

Pacifica then see's a light at the end of her dark tunnel of self-deprecation, a rather large one at that.

The light was shining from a place she visited only twice, the Mystery Shack. The name did leave a foul taste in her mouth, the only two times she went there it felt like a total heckhole. But... those were times she was still under the bonds of her parents. Maybe it's not as bad as it seems.

She also remembered something else, only since the party did Pacifica realize how little her family really cared about her. It didn't matter who she was, they'd still mold her into the perfect little star that she's meant to be. But the funny thing about stars are, eventually they die out. Pacifica didn't want to go that way.

Dipper. Out of all the Pines, she knew Dipper was the one she could actually tolerate. Unfortunately, he was also the one who hated her the most. But ever since the party, she knew his opinion changed, and if it didn't ,she'd prove it to him.

She needed to see him again. She didn't know why, maybe to thank him or... something. She would've never realized this truth until it was too late if it weren't for him, heck, she would've probably been turned into Wood. She needed to do something to express her gratitude...

She made the decision that night she'd leave her house, tonight. The light of the Mystery Shack, for some reason, was so bright it dulled out any other building, tree or obstacle. She felt as if it were calling her.

She put on a dress and boots, and an umbrella in case it rained, and began her escape.

The house was rather large, so the chances of her being caught were slim. However, it was imperative to her escape she was not caught by one of the Night Watch. It was rather ridiculous how they only had one guard protecting the entire mansion, for how large it truly was. Or maybe there were two, but either way, it was a ridiculously small amount. There should probably be 12, but no, apparently one is good enough.