Author's Note: Someone asked me what happened to my Longest Time story. This is a replacement to that story. The main ship here is Dipcifica, but it'll take a little bit for that to happen. Thank you very much for reviewing, and here is the chapter.

Chapter 2. To the Mystery Shack.

Pacifica changed out of her dress into a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants. She put on a sweater. She then opened her window. A gust of cold air hit her. She shivered quietly, because she heard the guests leaving. Even though her father had soundproofed her room, people could hear if the window was opened. She crouched under her window, and soon she heard the last car drive away. She then waited until she heard her mother and father go into their room. She started climbing out of her window. She had done this a few times before, but that was a few years ago, before her parents started doing what they usually did.

She got to ground level quickly. She started walking to her bike when she heard voices. Pacifica found a bush and ducked under it. She listened to the people's conversations.

"I'm glad that Mr. and Mrs. Northwest talked to us about the whole situation," said a man's voice.

"So am I, David. That daughter of their's had no right to ran away from our little baby. Very disrespectful. They're lucky that we're still going threw with the plan," said a woman, who was obviously David's wife.

"Yes, yes, yes, Whitney," said David. "What did they say that happened?"

"That she threw up from excitement," Whitney said.

"Please," said another voice that Pacifica recognized. It was Jackson Avalon. "She looked more nervous that I was when I found out about the plan."

"Oh, be quiet, Jackson," said David. "We really shouldn't be talking about the plan outside of our house or the Northwests'. Someone could hear us!"

"David, stop being so paranoid," said Whitney.

They finally got into their car and drove away. Pacifica waited until they were out of the guests' driveway when she got out of the bushes. What plan were they talking about? Her mother and father obviously knew about it. So what was it? She got on her bike and thought about this the whole way.

Pacifica forgot how far away the Mystery Shack was from her mansion, especially on bike. She checked her watch, and it was almost midnight. She for a second thought that they would be asleep, but the Pines family was so hyper and strange, they would probably be awake until two in the morning.

She finally got to the Mystery Shack at exactly midnight. Sure enough, the lights were still on. She parked her bike next to the shack and knocked on the door, but the door flew open. She saw a girl (who Pacifica guessed was Mabel because of the sweater) and a boy (who she guessed was Dipper because that person was reading a book and looked about the same age as the girl) sitting on the couch. The girl was paying attention to the show that was on while the boy was using a lamp above him to read his book. In the kitchen were two old men in an argument. She guessed that the one who was about to punch the other one was Stan, and the one with six fingers was obviously Ford. She cleared her throat and everyone looked at her. She waved awkwardly. "Hi," she said.

"Pacifica!" Mable said and ran over to her. "How are you? I haven't seen you since my birthday party a few moths ago!" Mable hugged Pacifica so tight that Pacifica couldn't breathe and she thought that some of her bones were breaking. Pacifica's hood fell off just as Mable got out of the hug. "I hope that you can stay for a-why are you bleeding?" Mable pointed to Pacifica's nose. Pacifica felt it and she was still bleeding.

"About that," Pacifica said as Ford gave her a tissue. She stuck it up her nose. Dipper led her to the couch and had her sit down. "Um, I was wondering if maybe I could stay here for a little bit."

"Why? What's going on with your parents?" Dipper asked, sitting on the ground across from Pacifica. Dipper looked pretty good. He was six feet exactly. He had bags under his eyes for some reason (probably because of his crazy family). He was a little skinny.

"Well, they did this," Pacifica said. "And they've done other things as well. They have punched me, kicked me, locked me in my closet, they've burned me with cigarettes and cigars, among other things." She sighed. "I was wondering if maybe you guys could help me. Of course you don't have to if you don't want to."

"Of course we're going to help you," Mable said.

"Wait, really?" Pacifica said.

"Well, duh," Mable said.

"Well what are we gonna do?" Dipper asked.

"I could beat up your parents," Stan said. "They do not scare me."

"How about we find another solution, Stanley," Ford said. "How old are you?"

"Twenty," Pacifica said.

"Perfect. You technically could've left when you turned eighteen, but you can leave now and stay with us. You are under no requirement to stay here with them," Ford said.

"So I should just run away?" Pacifica asked.

"Yes," Ford said.

"But won't they find me if I'm here?" Pacifica asked.

"Oh, oh, oh! We could stay at my house in Idaho!" Mable said. "I moved to Idaho right after my birthday to start off my business! Dipper's coming with me, too!"

"Yep," Dipper said.

"There's four rooms, too. I thought that the third room could be for Wendy or something, but it could be for you!" Mable said. "Wendy can take the former Mable's second room."

"So you're okay with me doing this?" Pacifica said.

"Yeah! Plus, you could work for me! I do fashion. You could be the fashion designer or something," Mable said.

"Sure!" said Pacifica. Mable shook Pacifica's hand roughly. "When do I start?"

"As soon as you can get out of the Devil House," said Dipper.

"Do you need any help with that?" Ford asked.

"Nope," Pacifica said. "I'll be out by tomorrow."