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Pacifica walked away from her parents' carpet to find someone to clean it up, when she bumped into Mabel.
"Hey," Pacifica casually mumbled. Well, kind of casually.
"Hi!" Mabel, bouncy as ever, clearly not having a care in the world, chirped "Sweet party!"
"Thanks?" was all Pacifica could muster, as she didn't know how Mabel felt toward her.
"No prob! Hey, are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm nervous how Mom and Dad are going to react. What if they hurt me?" Pacifica lied.
"Well, if you have a problem, just come to me at the Mystery Shack. 618 Gopher Road."
"Thanks." As Pacifica walked away, she realized that she had lied only to Mabel to get her off her back. But now she was thinking of what her parents would do to her. They were only nice to her in front of a crowd. She raced away to find a maid.
As she watched the maid clean up the spill, mumbling about the "hillbilly crowd," she looked around for Dipper. He and Mabel were her only true friends. Well, him at least. Possibly Mabel was good with her too? Probably. She waited, and finally saw him grab Mabel, and drag her out the door. She wanted to yell out, to ask him to wait a minute, but he was gone in the blink of an eye. She felt eyes burning into her back, and she turned around to her mom giving her the death stare. Creepy. As she darted up to her room, she heard her mom's favorite high heels stomping after her. She heard her father's fancy shoes coming after her, too. Nothing good could come out of this.
"PACIFICA ELISE NORTHWEST!! What were you THINKING?!" her father boomed.
"I wanted to save everyone! You wanted to eat a butler!" she retorted.
"Your father did NOT want the house a mess! He wanted order, and to gloat in the faces of the townsfolk!" her mom stated.
"We have maids for that! And gloating isn't that nice!" Pacifica began, "besides, my friends would've died!"
"Who, Tiffany and Aubrey? They weren't here," her father mused.
"NO! I'm not even friends with them! I'm a popularity fire for them, and they are basically taking a stick or two from me, so they can burn like me! They don't even know I have a middle name!"
"Then WHO is such a good friend that you'd want to save?" her father interrogated.
"Dipper and Mabel!"
As soon as she said it, she regretted it.
"Those nasty Pines children?"
"Ummmm...no?" Pacifica squeaked. Then her father did something unexpected - he slapped her in the face.
"OW! What was that for?" Pacifica cried, on the verge of tears.
"You let in the hillbillies to save the horrifying PINES TWINS?! WE COULD'VE GOTTEN RID OF THEM!!" her father shrieked.
"Room! Now! No party for the rest of the night!" her mother punished.
Snivelling, Pacifica stumbled away.
Looking in the mirror, Pacifica analyzed the bruise. There was a small indent where her father's wedding band had struck her. Flopping on her bed, she heard a light knock.
"Miss Northwest? May I come in?" someone said while opening the door.
It was Murphy, the head butler.
"Um, sure. What are you here for?"
"Well, you seemed sad, so I brought you some juice. Raspberry Mango."
"Thank you, Murphy. There's something troubling me."
"Oh?"
"Well, Father just slapped me, and now I'm worried about what will happen next," Pacifica mumbled.
"I can help you escape, if you need it. They are quite horrifying."
She was shocked. Our head butler just called my family horrifying?
"Well, I'd need to pa-"
"I have that all ready for you, Miss Northwest," he said, holding up three medium hot pink bags.
"HOW??"
"Call me using this phone, so your parents can't track you," Murphy said, clearly ignoring Pacifica's question, "sneak out your window, and when I leave for home, I will drop you off where you want to go. Where would that be?"
Remembering Mabel and Dipper's address, she stated 618 Gopher Road.
Jumping out a window was hard. She landed in a tree, that bent down far enough for her to get off. Peeling the sap off her, she saw Murphy's car leave the gate. Taking her things, she raced up and jumped in. They were off.