Dipcifica: New summer, New start...

Chapter 42

hey guys! I actually had this chapter laying around in my google drive for a while, but I never got the chance to publish it. I decided today would be a good time, as a little rare chapter in the school week that hopefully brightens your world of homework and assignments! enjoy!

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Pacifica's POV

I jumped as Zack shrieked from the driver's seat.

"I see it! I see it!" He cried.

"See what?" I rushed to the front of the RV.

"The sign! It's the sign!"

"You're making no sense!" I flicked his ear. "What are you talking about?"

"The Gravity Falls sign," he breathed.

"Why did you get so surprised?"

"I-I think I saw a gno-gnome," Zack stuttered.

"Ah," I straightened up. "You're going to see a lot weirder things than a gnome."

Zack let out another ear-splitting scream.

"What is it this time?" I scowled.

"A f-flying thing...a unic-corn...creature...foot..." Zack passed out in his seat, leaving the wheel unatended.

A wave of panic rushed through me and I hauled Zack out of the seat. "I have no idea how he's going to survive this," I mumbled to myself, plopping down in the soft leather seat. Making a sharp left, I rounded the corner of a hill and continued steadily down the road. There were no cars in sight, the buildings were burning, and weirdness covered the town.

As we neared Gravity falls, I spotted headlights turning the corner. Fear overtook my hands and I stopped the car, waiting as silently as I could for the car to turn the bend.

A worn-down pickup truck greeted me, and the window slid open to reveal a certain red-headed lumberjack.

"Wendy!" I had never been this happy to see the teen in my life, and I unbuckled my seatbelt, jumping off the RV and rushaing towards her.

"Blondie! Is Dipper in the van?"

"Yeah, but he's hurt. Is the Mystery Shack safe?"

"It's good. Protected by the unicorn hair thing, remember?"

"No," I had absolutly zero idea what she was talking about.

"I'll tell you later. Follow my truck. I'll show you the safe passages through the town,"

"Thanks," I smiled up at her. Sometimes...secretly, though...I would wish to be like Wendy Courderoy. Strong, confident, bold...a role model.

I slowly proceded after Wendy's car along the red-misted road. Zack was still conked out on the bed, Stacey had emerged from her twenty minute shower and was telling Zack a story even though he couldn't hear her, and Dipper was sleeping. Again.

Turns out a 13 year old cannot drive an RV through narrow streets filled with burning cars.

We ended up hitching a ride in Wendy's truck, though we all had to squish up in the uncomforably hot and stuffy confinement.

"So..." Wendy attemped a converstaion. "How's life?"

"Not good," I responded. "Could be better,"

Wendy chuckled. "You can say that again. This place is a mess." she pointed at a car that had sprouted wings and eyeballs and was eating bricks.

"Ah."

And akward silence fell over me and Wendy's atmosphere.

"Here's the Mystery Shack," the lumberjack girl chirped, breaking the ice. "I'm surprised the spell held up past that last Weirdmaggedon."

"Okay, you really need to explain this spell to me," I rolled my eyes.

"Later," Wendy said. "Get your friends out of the car and get inside as quick as you can. The weirdness bubbles are..." she shuddered. "Really weird."