Sorry that this chapter is really late. Between spending the weekend at my Grandma's. Getting my learner's permit, and the fact that I just started school (On a Thursday. Weird, right?), the chapters may not be so consistent. Also, I made a little edit in an earlier chapter. All I added was the fact that Pacifica's family moved away from Gravity Falls soon after Weirdmageddon, so Dipper and Pacifica haven't seen eachother since the twin's 13th birthday.
Pacifica sat at the low-bearing table located in the dining area of the farmhouse as she lightly sipped on some sake. Chiro hustled about insisting that everything be excessively clean (Pacifica couldn't blame her) and Yamato's father sat on the other side of the table, reading a leather-bound book.
Dipper suddenly burst through the door, his face twisted with anger. He stomped towards the table and stopped right next to Pacifica.
"Morning Dipper. You okay?" Pacifica said.
He turned to the others in the room. "Watashitachi no mama ni shite okimasu," he said. The other two quickly scurried out.
"Is everything okay?" Pacifica asked.
"Oh, why don't you tell me?" Dipper said. He forcefully took a phone from his pocket and held it in front of Pacifica's face. She took it and examined the screen. It was a news article from today. "Northwest Industries Develops New Lighting System That Counters Stan Co. Enterprises." it read.
Pacifica gasped as she continued to read. When she finished, she looked up at Dipper with worry on her face. "Dipper, I swear. I had no idea of this. I don't know what this i-"
"You know exactly what this is," Dipper said, cutting her off. "Mere days after I show you how to create my company's secret products, you turn on me and sell it off to your family? How could you?! I thought that I could trust you!"
"But Dipper, I didn't do it," Pacifica pleaded.
"Yes you did," Dipper said accusingly. "You wanted to prove yourself to your parents after they resented you so much that you went behind my back to sell my secrets." He was practically screaming at her. Pacifica just stood there under his glare, silent. "You aren't just a link in the world's worst chain, you are an entire yard of it! I don't even know why I saved you from that stupid boat crash!"
Pacifica gasped, tears began to mist in her eyes. "D...Dippe-"
"Stop. I don't want to hear your excuses anymore." Dipper said, turning away from her. "I'm gonna go pack. Tomorrow morning, I'm taking you back to your oh-so-wonderful family." Dipper walked towards the door, but stopped just before the threshold. "I'm not mad at you, Pacifica," he said over his shoulder. "I'm just really disappointed in you." And with that, Dipper left the room, leaving Pacifica standing in his wake.
She stood there in silence for a good long while. A sudden emptiness filled her gut.
What just happened? She thought. Does he really think that this was me? Of course he does. Why would he not have a reason to think it was me? Pacifica sat back down at the table. She picked up her sake cup and stared at the pearly-white alcohol inside. She then chucked the porcelain cup against the wooden wall, shattering it upon impact.
"I will find who did this," she said. "And I will make sure that whoever it is, they will pay."
Pacifica sat in her room, looking down at a notepad. She held a yellow pencil in her hand.
I am going to find out who did this, Pacifica thought. Starting… now!" She moved her pencil towards the paper, preparing to write, but she stopped short, not knowing what to really do.
"Ugh! How does Dipper do this?" Pacifica moaned, laying back on her futon. She then took deep breath. "Okay how does he do this?" Pacifica sat up. "I just have to think like him," she said.
Pacifica then fully stood up, straightened the button shirt and skirt Dipper got for her when they were shopping, and put on her best Dipper impression.
"Well," She said in a deep voice. "You have to take the facts and try to form them into a picture. You have to ask yourself questions that can be answered to find the real answer. For instance, you can't ask yourself who did it, you have to ask yourself who didn't… do… it…" Pacifica slowed down as she processed what she just said.
"I didn't do it, and Dipper didn't do it." Pacifica said to herself." The only other people who could've done it are…" Pacifica gasped. "The farmers!" Did that actually just work? Pacifica thought.
She didn't give herself the time to answer. She gathered her notepad and pencil and strode out the door with a new purpose within.
Pacifica walked into the main courtyard, ready to talk to the farmer's. She saw Yamato's father sitting in a rocking chair in the corner, smoking a pipe. The smell almost reminded her of the Cuban Cigars her father would smoke when he wasn't hustling around for meetings or parties.
Pacifica carefully approached the man who sat in the wooden chair. "Excuse me?" she said.
The old man looked up at her. "Kodomo sorehana ndesu ka."
"Oh, right. Duh." Pacifica said as she slapped herself in the forehead. "Let me see If I can get this right." Dipper had helped Pacifica a little with her Japanese, but she was in no way even close to as fluent as he is.
Pacifica thought for a moment before shakily saying, "Watashi no mimitabu de saru no nikuya ga arimasu." *There is a monkey butcher in my earlobe.*
The man in the chair suddenly burst in a wheezing-like laugh. "Kodomo o ā." He said. "Weirdmageddon no kōka wa anata ni ete imasu." He laughed so hard that it seemed like his eyes almost turned yellow.
Pacifica sighed. "I guess I'll have to go find Yamato. This man can't understand me at all, and Chiro doesn't know English more than I know Japanese." Pacifica walked away in search of the Farmer while the old man continued to laugh in his chair.
Pacifica walked up to Yamato, who was working in the fields as usual. She took a deep breath before approaching him fully.
"Yamato?" Pacifica asked. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Yamato turned to face her. His brow pointed down when he say her. "Going steal my secrets also?" he said.
"Look, Yamato. That wasn't me." Pacifica said, glaring into his eyes.
"So you come to blame me?" He said. "I would never steal the secrets of the light bulb. I've worked for Pines-sama seven years. He boss. Sayonara." Yamato then suddenly turned away from Pacifica and marched back towards the other end of the field.
As he started to stride away, something hit the top of Pacifica's foot. She didn't register it at first, but when Yamato was a good hundred meters from her, she finally decided to look down. She saw a small black device that slightly resembled the satellite phone that Dipper gave her. She was picking it up when her thumb slid across some sort of engraving that was covered in dirt. Pacifica reluctantly swept off all the soil only to discover the letters NW embroidered on the device.
Pacifica's mind suddenly went back to something that Yamato had just said seconds ago. "I would never steal the secrets of the light bulb."
"How did Yamato know about the lightbulb?" Pacifica said to herself. "I thought that Dipper didn't tell them of what he was making. And why does he have this?"
Pacifica then opened the phone to see if she could find anything. It took some searching, but she finally stumbled across a line of text messages with the phone and someone named "Mr. N.W."
She wondered who Mr. N.W. was, but decided to read the line.
AGENT Y I GOT THE RECIPE.
MR. N.W. GOOD. WHAT IS IT?
AGENT Y THE GRASS OF THE CROPS ARE SOAKED IN SULFURIC ACID AND DIHYDROGEN MONOXIDE UNTIL TARNISHED SILVER. THEN ROLL THE GRASS INTO HAIR-THIN STRIPS AND COAT IT IN A LIQUID ALLOY OF MERCURY, GOLD, AND LITHIUM. SUPERHEAT THE STRIPS TO 4,000 DEGREES KELVIN. REMOVE FROM OVEN AND GARNISH WITH PARSLEY.
MR. N.W. VERY GOOD. STAY UNDERCOVER AND SEE WHAT ELSE YOU CAN DIG UP. YOU WILL BE REWARDED GREATLY FOR YOUR CONTRIBUTIONS.
AGENT Y THANK YOU, MR. NORTHWEST.
Pacifica nearly dropped the phone when she read the last line of text. She couldn't believe it. Her father hired someone to spy on Dipper's products. Then she spotted the nametag on the phone, Agent Y.
"Agent Y must be Yamato!" Pacifica gasped. She spun around and sprinted back to the Farmer's house to clear her name.