Gravity Falls: Mind of Cipher

Part 6 - The Race to the Bridge

    Pacifica sat in the passenger seat of her father's prized sports car, arms folded, watching as Dipper played with wires beneath the dash.

She wore a different set of clothes now, pilfered from one of the garage's wardrobes. Her family had a lot of wardrobes.

She now wore her usual purple jacket over a light violet set and soft tan boots - they were much better than the horrifying, hillbilly clothes she'd had before.

    She glanced through the side window. Through a hole in the separate garage, she had a clear view of Northwest mansion. It seemed to be faring much better than the rest of the town - it was still mostly intact - but it was now occupied by less than savory creatures.

    One of the windows shattered and a creature hurtled through, taking the thick red drapes with it. Multicolored, flashing lights and howling laughter poured through the breach.

    Some party those freaks must be having, Pacifica thought, as another window shattered, this one letting free a burst of acrid yellow smoke.

Dipper yelped, sparks flying, and car suddenly burst to life. Then he rose and sat back in the driver's seat, which he had pulled all the way forward.

"Ready?" he asked.

"If by ready you mean ready to see the afterlife, then no, not really."

Dipper laughed.

"Here we go," he said, turning forward and grabbing the wheel.

Pacifica sat still for a moment. The car revved as Dipper pushed the gas pedal.

The car didn't move. Frowning, he pushed down harder, and the engine roared again. The car stayed in place.

"What's wrong with this car? Why won't it move?" Dipper asked, frustrated.

"You have to put it into Drive, dummy," Pacifica said.

Dipper's face flushed.

"Right, of course, Drive. I knew that," he said. He didn't move.

"You have no idea how to drive a car, do you?" Pacifica sighed.

"Well, I mean, I haven't had any formal training, but I've driven a golf cart and ... watched when others who were driving ... and ... um," Dipper stammered.

Pacifica raised an eyebrow.

"No," Dipper finally said.

"Ugh, trade me seats. I'll drive," Pacifica said.

"You've driven before?" Dipper asked, surprised, as he took her seat.

Pacifica sat down in front of the steering wheel.

"Oh course not, dummy. I'm just not as much of a dork as you."

With that she threw the sports car into Drive, grabbed the steering wheel, and floored the gas pedal.

The car sprung forward, speeding out the open door and down into the manor's long driveway.

Pacifica gripped the wheel in excitement. She spun the wheel as the car reached the Northwest Gates and the car lurched as it turned through the gap where the gates had been - some creature had ripped them away at some point.

She glimpsed one twisted half of the gate in a tree to the side as she jerked the wheel the other way, sending the car screeching onto the main street back to the town.

Dipper found his voice and let out a terrified shriek as he grabbed widely at the passenger buckle.

"For a guy who single handedly captured a ghost with nothing but a mirror, you're kinda a wimp, Dipper," Pacifica laughed.