Pacifica-Fan-Club

It was a surprisingly quiet and unbusy day at the Gravity Falls Mall, and Pacifica Northwest was enjoying every second of it. Oh sure, after she had let in the common folk of Gravity Falls into the Northwest Mansion and had broken the curse on her family, the people of Gravity Falls had been giving her endless praise and hailing her a hero, and while Pacifica enjoyed the attention, she wanted some time to herself… that wasn’t being locked in her room for her entire life as punishment for disobeying her parents. Her father was even trying to retrain her with that horrible bell to get her back to being their perfect obedient little mold of a spoiled blonde-haired popular rich girl stereotype, and her mother won’t even talk to her unless it’s to tell her she’s a disappointment. Last night, when Priscilla was really laying in on the insults, Pacifica had screamed at her that just because Priscilla was a literal trophy wife won in a yachting competition, it didn’t mean Pacifica had to share