Under Pressure: A Gravity Falls Story

I Can't Catch A Break!

2 years later.

The weather hadn't let up all day, the rain kept coming down and the sky still was grey and depressing. One car made its way along the roads of Gravity Falls up towards the giant house on the hill, Northwest Manor. Inside the car was a solemn faced Dipper Pines, his twin sister Mabel, their Grunkle Stan, and Waddles the pig. All wore black clothing in preparation for what was coming, lots of tears and communal remembrance. The car slowly climbed the hill and stopped at the gate. "Let them through." a guard said to his buddy in the gate booth. "Welcome, Pines family, to Northwest Manor." The guard said automatically and stood aside to let them pass. The four got out of the car and hurried to the front door, their umbrellas had to be left at home due to a technical malfunction thanks to Waddles eating habits.

Stan knocked and was almost immediately greeted by a butler. "Ah, the Pines family, you've arrived just in time. Miss Rosie will be with you shortly." And with that he disappeared into who knows where. They waited for a total of 15 minutes before Rosie came down the stairs, she was also dressed head to toe in black save for a simple necklace. "Ready?" She asked shakily. "No one is ever ready for these kind of things." Dipper said sadly and looked towards his Grunkle, a small tear escaping from his weathered eyes. The group made their way to the Fourier with some umbrellas graciously provided by Rosie. This was a private communal so only a select few could witness this.

Three graves stood before the group, each containing the name of a lost loved one. The grave of Candicine Shiu struck the most sadness for a crying Mabel Pines. Grenda and Marion then walked out dressed in black and mourned with her. The image of Candy's death was still fresh in Mabel's mind and made her cry harder. Stanley Pines looked at the grave marked "Stanford Pines" and grimaced. The grave may be here but Ford had left explicit instructions for him to be cremated and scattered through the woods so no monsters could feed off of his remaining intelligence that still permeated in his ashes. Stan had nothing to say, but his silence was well enough to convey his sorrow for his brother's death.

The final grave was a fair deal more decorated than the others, because on the grave was a name that held value in the house. A name that was never to be forgotten in the lifespan of now or ever.

"Tauriel Northwest"

Everyone bowed their heads respectively and prayed over the lost souls that hopefully made their way to the arms of the Lord. Inside the house their were sounds of clicking heels on tile floors, two pairs of feet were making their way to the Fourier. Finally the duo arrived, a man and a young woman, and everybody turned their heads to see who had come to pay their own respects.

The man was Martin, wearing a midnight black tuxedo and a purple tie. He kept a calm demeanor but was suffering from literal heart break over the situation before him. The woman besides him was a more mature Pacifica Northwest, wearing a black dress embroidered with small, dark red and purple jewels. "Sorry, someone had to fix their hair." Pacifica said in an accusatory tone and looked at her father but her face had a small smile on it. Martin smiled back, "Like father like daughter, I didn't think it took that long for even your mother to do her hair!" He said jokingly, receiving various laughs from the crowd.

They all stood over the graves and paid their various respects, long enough for the rain to let up and eventually stop. Once they were done the group of friends, family, and lovers all went inside to enjoy a banquet in honor of many various occasions. "So, does anyone know where Giffany, Mark-Anthony, Wendy, Soos, Luke, and Mystia are? I sent them invites a month in advance but they never showed." Pacifica said, directing it mainly at Mabel and Dipper.

"Well Wendy was too busy with Tommy to come, I swear she's the kind of mom that already planned his entire future ahead of time and he's only two years old!" Mabel said, making everybody at the table either laugh or grimace in acknowledgement. "To think, once she was once some bum teenaged cashier working for me, now she's this multi-tasker mother who goes to school and manages an entire lumber yard in Portland. Told you hard work pays off." Stan said triumphantly, cracking open a Pitt Cola and drinking it. "Also robbery, larceny, pug trafficking, grand theft auto, impersonation, false advertisement..." Dipper could have gone on but the erratic gestures made by Grunkle Stan had reached frantic levels, everybody started laughing. "She doesn't do it alone, Soos is there to be like the handy man/babysitter/odd job guy for hire to help Wendy out while she does other stuff." Mabel said as she not so sneakily gave Waddles a piece of the steak they were eating.