I'm back! Wow, I took a long break. Everyone who cares, I am so so so so so sorry for this gigantic hiatus DX. I had lost interest in writing fanfictions, especially for Gravity Falls, in the long break the show took as well. This might suck a lot because I haven't written pretty much anything in a while, so again sorry DX. This one-shot was inspired by the newest episode. I absolutely loved Dipper and Pacifica in that episode ^^. Okie, I'll start! Hope you enjoy!

My hand ran over the course wall, my fingers falling into the grooves of the bark that laced the dark hall. The light of my candle danced across the walls, illuminating the haunting faces of pure terror that tracked me as I passed by. I pushed my way through all the fauna, my muddy feet leaving marks on my parent's plush carpet. Their favorite if I recalled correctly. The sound of my footsteps echoed off into the dark.

I remember the night of the party like it wasn't ten years ago, like it wasn't the past I've left behind to keep my parents happy. I was moping inside the painting I had found with him. It was full of my parent's betrayals, and their parent's betrayals, and- you get the idea. The sound of me clicking the flashlight on and off must have attracted him to where I was. I barely gave any notice to him when he entered the room, yelling about trees or something. The topic quickly changed when he saw my form.

"Pacifica?"

"Do you want to know why this room was locked away? It holds all the bad things about the Northwest's. All the bad things about me. I lied to you! All because I couldn't stand up to my stupid parents!" I cried out. "You're right, I am just another link in the world's worst chain."

"Look, Pacifica. I-I didn't mean what I said before. You're the best thing that's ever come out of this mess," he tried to comfort me. I gave him a gracious smile as tears laced my eyes. Our moment was interrupted by a deep voice that came from the Grand Hall. He shouted in distress and ran out of the room. I quickly followed suit but was yanked back by a gruff hand.

"What the- DAD?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I screamed at my father. I watched as lights flashed from the Grand Hall as I was being dragged down to the panic room. The last thing I heard was his cry of help, that spine-crinkling, blood-curling, heart-shattering cry that I could've stopped. I-

A sudden guffaw startled me back to reality. I looked around in fear, as I remembered my parents' warning so long ago. Never return. No matter what. Not for anything. Not for anyone. If you do, we'd disown you in an instant and cut you off from all the fortune our prized family owns. I scoffed at such a silly reason to not return. But I knew the real dangers. The vengeful lumberjack still remained, determined to kill any living Northwest... like me. I shivered at the thought but continued my trek.

I could feel my self getting closer to my destination, I could just feel it. The statuettes surrounding me dwindled in number, until only small twigs that stretched followed me. The temperature shifted, getting colder with each step. I hugged my jacket tighter, keeping the candle I held close. I bent down and set the candle, still burning bright onto the ground. My shadow grew bigger in its light as I ascended the few stairs to the fireplace, to- I looked up to see him.

I hate to admit it but, he looked pathetic. His face was frozen in a forever scream, his arms flailed out like a puppet. Tears gathered up in my eyes as I chuckled the slightest. It was funny, honestly, how his name fit him so perfectly. Dipper Pines. It was his fate I suppose, the hat he chose to wear, his name. I walked slowly up to him, my feet bricks. I let the tears fall as I touched his lifeless form, unscathed from the blazing fire that had taken place apparently shortly after the... attack. It was like time waited for this moment.

I grabbed his hand as I was draped in darkness in the sudden disappearance of candle light. I felt the room drop to sub zero temperatures as the laughing grew louder and louder. I smiled sadly as I held his hand. I wasn't scared when I felt my legs stiffen in excruciating pain. I looked up for a second, small smile plastered on my face, as I looked at the lumberjack. I felt the wood wrap around my face and knew I was over. I took one last breath and squeezed Dipper's hand. The sound of creaking wood filled the room.

Hope you enjoyed! This is just writing practice, so it might not be the best thing I've done ^^". Sorry if anyone had done this idea! Til' next time! Onwards Aoshima!