A Voice, a Tree, and a Star (Dipper x Reader) DISCONTINUED

Northwest Mansion Mystery

this is not the full story, just part of it. i figured id give you guys something for waiting for so long. Sorry again. Next time i'm on this i should be able to post the entire story, plus some more. 

  I was hanging over at the mystery shack again, watching TV wth Dipper. Ghost Harassers was coming on, a full marathon, too! I was excited and so was Dipper. He was really happy that I had my memories back. And I didn't want to ruin that by telling him my nightmares. And that I know who that dark version of me is. I'd give it some time. Just a little longer.

"Be strong bladder, we're not moving 'till sunset." Dipper said patting his belly. I laughed and kept my eyes fixed on the TV. The show was interrupted by the news. "We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news!" Toby Determined said.

"Ahhh, what?" Me and Dipper complained. "Its starting!" Mabel yelled jumping onto the chair with me and Dipper still on it. "Turn it up!" Candy yelled joining her. "Make room for Grenda."

"Make room for us!" I yelled climbing out of the pile of people on the couch.

"Sorry y/t/n." Candy said but Mabel and Grenda quickly hushed her before I could tell her to use my real name, not my youtube one.

"Well, tonight's the night, but I've been out here for days!" The camera pulled out of close view and showed Toby wearing no pants and a rip shirt that covered the part no one wanted to see. "The Northwest family's annual high-society shindig ball soiree is here."

"Northwests." I growled. I hated that family, but mostly their daughter. There once was a time where I thought of her as a friend. Now? I hope that the being with 88 different heads would separate her 88 different times.

"And even though common folk aren't let in, that wont stop us from camping out for a peek at the fanciness."

"ooh!" The three girls were now laying on the ground in front of the TV.

"Okay, can somebody please explain why people care about this?" Dipper complained. I was happy we had the same feeling towards this whole event. "Its just some stupid party for rich stuck up people that would soon use someone for their fame or fortune then actually make friends with them." I clenched my jaw thinking about Pacifica.

"But the have rich boys." Grenda ignored what I had said, practically completely. "They say each gift basket has a live quail inside." Mabel contributed to the ignoring me factor, too.

"Give me your life, Pacifica." Candy dropped herself on the tv screen, which showed an image of Pacifica in a dress with makeup waving at a crowd. I think I was there to see that thing.

"Guys, in case you've already forgotten, Pacifica Northwest is the worst." A knock on the door interrupted him. I moved over a little to let him get up. "And that's not just jealousy talking. I'd say that to her face." He opened the door and I seen Pacifica standing there, sunglasses on with a purple cloth rapped around her head, trying to hide who she is. She couldn't, really.

"I need your help." She said.

"You're the worst." Dipper slammed the door. I laughed as Mabel, Candy and Grenda gasped with horror. Dipper pointed back at the door and said, "See."

Pacifica knocked at the door again. Dipper reluctantly opened it. "Look, you think it's easy for me to come here? I don't want to be seen in this hovel." She shooed some flys away. "But there's something haunting Northwest Manor. If you don't help me, the party could be ruined."

"The lumberjack." I whispered to myself. My dad told me about the lumberjack who was killed in a mud slide and cursed the northwest's. Now she has my attention, for once.

"And why should I trust you? All you've ever done is try to humiliate me and Mabel." Dipper crossed his arms and Pacifica straightened her stance. "Just name your price, okay? I'll give you anything."

"Your head on a silver platter?" I muttered to myself.

"Hi Pacifica!" Mabel's voice made me look up. She was standing by the door and grabbed Dipper's shoulder. "Excuse us."

She dragged him out of the doorway and held him at arms length. "Dipper, don't you see what this means? If you help Pacifica, you could get us invites to the greatest party of all time!"

"What? Mabel, this is Pacifica we're talking about." Dipper tried reasoning with her. I've learned from experience not to reason with a Mabel. She'll win, even if your right. That's the power of Mabel.

"But its Candy and Grenda's dream."

"Dream." The echoed. Dipper looked at me, and I didn't have to read his thoughts to know that he was asking for my help. "Sorry Dip, but this ghost sounds like fun." He sighed and turned back to Pacifica. He leaned against the doorframe and held out a hand. "Fine, I'll bust your ghost." Pacifica was about to shake his hand to seal the deal, but Dipper pulled away quickly. "But, in exchange, I'll need four tickets to the party." Pacifica growled and dug in her bag. "Fine, your just lucky I'm desperate." She pulled out four invitations that shined like gold. Pretty.

"Whoo! Desperate, desperate, desperate!" The girl's chanted together. "Grenda, get the glue gun! We're making dresses!"

This seems like it'll be an interesting evening. A ghost, a party, Pacifica and my little Dips. What could wrong?