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"Good morning, Gravity Falls!"

Shandra Jimenez's polished voice filled the diner as her poised figure graced the screen, dressed impeccably with a practiced, picture-perfect smile.

"The sky is clear with no chance of rain, as confirmed by our meteorologists. Produce prices remain steady, so today's shaping up to be a great day!

"It's been one month since the grand opening of Gravity Falls' very own clinic, led by the town's heroine, Y/n. Her remarkable healing abilities have made her the go-to doctor, putting the unnamed former town physician out of business—though he's found new success selling calendars—-"

Y/n shook her head, biting into her sandwich. The Greasy's Diner buzzed with early morning patrons rushing through breakfast before work.

Pacifica Northwest, now clad in a waitress uniform, paused beside Y/n. "Not another day passes by without the news talking about you, huh?"

Y/n snorted softly, rolling her eyes. "Gravity Falls is small enough for news to run dry, I guess. But I do feel bad for the doctor."

"Oh, please." Pacifica waved a dismissive hand. "If he wanted to stay in the game, he shouldn't have been up against a doctor who literally cures people with magic."

Y/n pressed her lips together, clearly wanting to argue but instead focused on her food. Pacifica didn't miss the hint of guilt in her expression. Stepping around the counter, she placed a reassuring hand on her back.

"Hey, don't stress. He's happy selling calendars now. Good luck to him getting a date, though—"

Y/n let out a defeated laugh. "Why did you have to make that joke? It's so bad."

"Because I knew you'd laugh," Pacifica smirked. "Feel better?"

She smiled faintly. "A little, yeah. But you know what would make me feel even better?"

Pacifica sighed dramatically but grinned. "Coffee?"

"As dark as my soul, please."

"That doesn't even make sense." Pacifica rolled her eyes, walking back to the coffee maker. She was halfway through reheating it when a customer on the far side of the diner waved for assistance.

Tightening the bow of her apron, Pacifica strutted toward the booth with a confident sway, notepad and pencil already in hand.

Y/n watched her go, pride flickering in her chest. Who would've thought that Pacifica Northwest—the once-snobby princess of Gravity Falls' richest family—would find herself working at a humble diner?

Her parents, predictably, had been livid, forbidding her from such a "disgraceful" job. But Pacifica had stood her ground, defying them once again. Y/n couldn't tell whether Preston and Priscilla eventually respected their daughter or feared her, but either way, Pacifica seemed to relish the newfound freedom.

She was earning admiration from the townsfolk, too. Pacifica had once confessed to Y/n how good it felt when a patron thanked her for serving pancakes—even if she didn't cook them herself—or smiled at her like an old friend.

Y/n had laughed at the admission back then, not out of mockery but genuine amusement. This was a girl who had once lived for extravagant parties and shallow compliments, now discovering the simple joy of kindness.

But then Y/n's laughter had faded as a realization struck her.

In some ways, weren't they the same?

Pacifica had lived in a gilded cage of expectations, while Y/n had hidden in the shadows, keeping secrets from the very people she now served at her clinic. They both knew what it was like to live in a world that didn't quite fit them.

Though, Y/n thought wryly, maybe chasing her lost mentor through the multiverse was a bit different from serving pancakes.

"So, coffee?"

Pacifica's voice pulled her from her thoughts as she returned from handing an order to the cook. Y/n nodded, and Pacifica spun around to grab a mug.

Ah, coffee. Whoever invented it must be a genius.

The blonde set the mug down on the counter. "Careful, it's hot," she warned.

She immediately grabbed the mug without flinching, the heat not bothering her in the slightest. Pacifica rolled her eyes.

"Why do I even bother saying that?" she deadpanned.

Y/n chuckled. "It's okay," she said with a casual shrug, holding the mug close to her chest like a cozy shield. "It just means you care about me."

She smirked, flicking a stray lock of hair behind her shoulder. "Don't get used to it."

"Too late."

Pacifica leaned casually on the counter, watching Y/n sip her coffee. "So... how's Dipper holding up with that science competition? Still stressing over making it perfect?"

Y/n froze mid-sip, her brows furrowing. "Wh—what? How'd you know that?"

The blonde gave her an incredulous look. "Um, duh? Mabel and I text. While you and your boyfriend are stuck in the past writing letters like it's the 1800s."

She nearly choked. "He's not my—wait, hold on, you and Mabel text?"

Pacifica laughed. "Yeah, real-time communication? You should try it sometime."

The conversation settled into silence before Y/n flashed her a teasing smile. "So... you and Mabel, huh?"

Pacifica's face turned crimson as she instantly looked away. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Paz, come on," Y/n said, grinning. "You can tell me anything."

"Oh wow, would you look at the time! Don't you have to head back to your clinic and do research or whatever?"

The girl laughed, already standing up. "Okay, keep your secrets." She grabbed her coat from the counter, folding it against her stomach. "Guess I'll just ask Dipper then."

"Don't you dare!" Pacifica blurted, eyes wide.

Y/n snorted, clutching her coat tighter. "Then spill! I'm your friend, and since we're all keeping in touch with the twins anyway, we can totally talk about this over tea. How's that sound?"

The blonde narrowed her eyes, lips pursed in defiance, but after a dramatic sigh, she folded. "Fine. You've convinced me."

"Great," she beamed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I do have research to do."

Pacifica grumbled playfully as Y/n strolled out of the diner, already plotting how she'd tease her even more next time.

***

Walking up the familiar path toward the Mystery Shack, Y/n spotted a few cars parked out front, a sure sign of tourists. The Shack had been thriving since its grand reopening with Soos as the new Mr. Mystery, and he was already handling it like a pro.

The door to the gift shop swung open, and Y/n spotted Melody manning the cash register, her question-marked uniform and gray cap reminiscent of Soos himself.

Wendy decided to stick around the Mystery Shack, though on a lighter schedule due to her classes. Her time there was less about manning the cash register (that was Melody's job now) and more about cleaning and learning a new skill—fixing things, courtesy of Soos.

It was like her own special class, with Soos as the enthusiastic instructor teaching her how to repair anything that broke around the Shack. She became the unofficial handyman, stepping in whenever Soos was tied up with tours or Y/n was busy at the clinic.

And honestly? As long as there was cash involved, Wendy was happy to do the job.

"Y/n! Good morning!" Melody greeted, leaning on the counter.

"Morning," Y/n smiled as she approached. "Had your breakfast?"

"Just did. What about you?"

"Same. Is Soos around?"

She grinned. "He just started giving a tour. Is it something urgent?"

"Nah, just visiting. Got any new attractions or merch?" Y/n asked, absentmindedly picking up a bobblehead and flicking it back and forth.

Melody tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, Soos is working on more caricatures for the shop. Oh, and there's a Waddles statue made entirely out of potatoes. Also, we're planning to sell baked goods soon just in case the tourists get hungry. Abuelita's been testing recipes."

She reached under the counter, pulling out a neatly wrapped chocolate chip cookie. Just looking at it made Y/n feel cozy inside.

"This looks great," she said, admiring it.

"Take it! She's making more tonight."

"Thanks," she said, pocketing the cookie. "Glad she got her kitchen set up here."

It had been a gradual move, but Abuelita finally relocated after Soos took over the Shack. She now slept in Y/n's old room, while Soos and Melody shared Stan's. The attic, unsurprisingly, remained untouched.

Y/n had seen the kitchen setup firsthand and knew exactly what did—and didn't—work.

The two chatted until Y/n realized time was slipping by. "I better head out. Let Soos know I stopped by?"

"You got it," Melody promised.

Before Y/n could leave, the doorbell chimed, and Mayor Tyler strolled in, his step lively.

"Oh! Doctor Y/n! Melody! Lovely day, isn't it?"

"Mayor Tyler," Melody greeted cheerfully. "What brings you here?"

He beamed. "Just need a new artisanal wind chime for the mansion."

Melody snorted. "Another one? You might be overdoing it."

"There's no such thing as too many artisanal wind chimes!" Tyler quipped with conviction.

Y/n took that as her cue to leave, saying goodbye as their conversation drifted into wind chime philosophy.

Stepping outside, she gazed at the Shack. The building held so many memories—times of laughter, chaos, and even destruction. Yet it always stood its ground.

Sort of like her, she supposed.

Now comes a new chapter. Her clinic was open, Stan and Ford were off on their adventures, and the twins were back in their hometown.

But even with all the changes, one thing remained true:

The Shack was in good hands.

***

When Y/n walked into the clinic, the fresh, clean scent hit her right away—thanks to Soos, who always made sure the place stayed spotless. The building itself was big and spacious, with high ceilings, making it feel open enough for more than just regular human patients. Y/n had even thought about the possibility of letting non-human creatures stay there if the need ever came up.

For now, though, it was just her running the whole place. She welcomed the patients, diagnosed their illnesses, and healed them all by herself. Beyond the main treatment room, there was a door that led to her personal living space, which had everything she needed—her bedroom, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. Right next to that was her office, where she kept track of schedules and appointments for the day.

Today's list wasn't too busy. She had a 1 PM check-up with Meredith, a 3 PM session with Manly Dan, and then a mysterious 4 PM appointment with Toby Determined, who vaguely mentioned having "rashes."

Since she had about four hours to kill before her first appointment, Y/n decided to settle into her chair and work on what she liked to call "research." In reality, it was more like a personal journal where she wrote down everything she had observed about the strange creatures of Gravity Falls.

Even though she had lived here her whole life, she hadn't gotten the chance to study these creatures up close. Back when she was Ford's assistant, she did meet some of them, but Ford had been the one to document everything in his journals. Those journals were now long gone, tossed into the Bottomless Pit and lost forever.

Even though she had read the first journal more times than she could count, back then, her time outside the Shack had been limited. She was too focused on finding Ford, spending years trying to bring him back.

Now that life was more peaceful, the clinic gave her a chance to explore and learn more about the world around her. The people of Gravity Falls saw her as their hero—the one who saved them during the chaos of Weirdmageddon. Finally, she didn't have to hide who she was anymore.

It was a relief that nobody seemed too concerned with her mysterious backstory. If they had been curious, she might've had to type up an entire document just to explain it all.

Y/n's clinic wasn't just for the human residents of Gravity Falls—it welcomed every creature in town. That meant she treated everyone from the manotaurs and gnomes to even Quentin Trembley, who once came in convinced he was pregnant.

After finishing her appointments for the day, she would often head out to continue her personal expeditions. By then, the sky would usually be painted in soft orange hues, with darker clouds creeping in, bringing a calm and peaceful atmosphere.

She preferred to focus on one creature at a time, carefully sketching its form and observing its behavior in detail. To her surprise, many creatures seemed to sense her curiosity and willingly cooperated, staying perfectly still for her drawings. Some even grew comfortable enough to sit beside her—or occasionally climb right into her lap as if they'd known her forever.

Sometimes during her expeditions, Y/n would come across injured creatures. She never hesitated to use her healing abilities to help them recover. More often than not, she'd encounter those same creatures on future walks. They would recognize her immediately, their eyes bright with familiarity.

Surprisingly, some even showed their gratitude by bringing little gifts—shiny stones, colorful leaves, or even strange trinkets they'd found in the woods.

Y/n always made sure to carry a bag for the thoughtful gifts creatures brought her, later displaying them back at the clinic. Glancing at her watch, she noted she had two hours before meeting Pacifica for tea. With a purposeful stride, she began tracing her usual path home...

But not before finding herself in a clearing she usually avoided.

Her eyes locked onto the statue at the center. The large eye, once filled with deceit and manipulation, now remained hollow and cold. She blinked, half-expecting the figure to vanish, as if it was another trick of the mind. But it didn't disappear.

It was real—and her doing.

She had been the one who shook his hand and managed to outsmart him, the one who delivered the punches that shattered Bill Cipher into oblivion, even as her mind had been corroding itself. The statue felt like a reminder— now only in stone form.

Ford had tested the statue repeatedly, ensuring it held no lingering dimensional energy. Even after cracking it with a few hard kicks, nothing happened. Bill was inert—trapped in stone, powerless and gone for good.

Y/n knelt, leveling her gaze with the weathered cracks and patches of moss covering the statue. Seven months had passed since the world nearly ended, yet the weight of those events still clung to her. Pressing her closed fist against the stone pupil, she remembered the final blow that had obliterated him. Don't ever go near my family again!

He's not coming back. Not ever.

Lowering herself to the ground, she sat cross-legged, dust swirling around her. Pulling out her journal, she flipped to a fresh page and began sketching the statue, documenting her thoughts in precise strokes and notes. Time slipped by unnoticed until the ache in her back forced her to lean against the very figure she had defeated.

It was... peaceful to say the least, though in the span of an hour of her writing, the peace would be broken by occasional monsters that would notice her and walk by, leaving her to her thoughts.

Beep!

Her watch broke the tranquility, signaling that it was time to meet Pacifica. Quickly, she placed her journal and pen into her bag and stood up, dusting the stray grass and leaves that stuck to her skin.

As her feet crunched against the dirt path, a strange feeling tugged at her. Pausing, she turned for one last glance at the statue.

Then, with a deep breath, she walked on.

***

"Hey."

She opened the door to see Pacifica, looking as gorgeous as ever, even when donning her night clothes.

"Hey, you," Pacifica replied as she walked inside. "I brought us dinner."

"Thank you," Y/n said earnestly, taking the bags from her. "Family table too stuffy?"

"You can say that again," the blonde expressed, sinking down into a hot pink bean bag as Y/n worked her way in the kitchen. "Ironically, dinner was stuffed turkey."

Y/n chuckled as she unpacked the takeout in the kitchen. "Fitting."

The Northwests had downsized to a cozy, modest home after McGucket bought their old mansion and promptly turned it into a 'hootenanny hut.' Preston, of course, threw a fit, but the legal papers left him powerless. Pacifica had no sympathy—she was just glad to be rid of the pretentious old estate.

Y/n handed her a bowl and settled into the beanbag opposite her. As they ate, Y/n shared stories about her day, the atmosphere much calmer than the buzz of the diner earlier.

Pacifica launched into tales about the diner patrons, ranting about minor inconveniences in a way that made Y/n laugh. Classic Pacifica.

"You know I didn't just bring dinner," she said, rummaging through her bag. "I also brought dessert."

"YAAAA-aaay."

Y/n's excitement was cut short when Pacifica pulled out her pink binder notebook out of her bag. Homework. The blonde snickered, looking at her friend's deadpan expression. She snickered again when her face did another 180 degrees when she presented two containers.

"Blueberry pie."

Fireworks practically exploded in Y/n's eyes.

She stared at the tubs, wide-eyed like a dazed cat, before shaking herself out of it. "Okay. After homework."

Pacifica laughed as Y/n took their plates to the sink.

"It's just physics," Pacifica said, flipping open her binder. "Something you wouldn't have trouble with."

The girl in the yellow pajamas huffed as she returned to the coffee table. "Pacifica, I've told you this before—"

"I have to learn it myself too. I know, I know," she groaned, tapping the other end of her pencil against the paper. "But I've been thinking about this problem a lot and I'm just— stuck! I need your help."

"You're the worst," Y/n teased, sitting down next to her. "Alright, let's do this."

"Okay, here's the problem."

Pacifica and Y/n worked diligently into the night, solving high-school physics problems. Expectedly, it was smooth sailing for aY/n, but she was thankful that Pacifica still managed to jot down complete notes from the class so she could go over them and apply those lectures to the assignment.

"How you managed to write equations with perfect cursive handwriting never fails to astound me," Y/n said monotonously, as she savored the taste of blueberry pie in her scoop.

Pacifica smirked. "Of course—"

"But you know what you really need to improve on? Problem solving—"

"Ugh, shut up!" she shouted, her face flushed.

"I'm just saying," Y/n said through a mouthful of pie. "It's all about applying the right formula."

"It's not that easy! I'm not as smart as you."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Paz," Y/n said earnestly. "You're getting better. You just have to remember the equations and know when to use them."

Pacifica scoffed lightheartedly. "Yeah, yeah."

"So... how're your other subjects?"

Pacifica didn't respond fast enough—Y/n had already swiped the binder and flipped through the pages.

"Whoa, perfect score in economics?"

"It's no big deal, really," Pacifica said, brushing it off.

"Uh, yeah, it is," Y/n grinned. "Looks like you're a genius in something after all."

Y/n offered a warm smile as she encouraged Pacifica. "Hey, school's almost done. Just two more months, and you'll be able to pass everything. Just hang in there a little longer."

The air grew quiet between them until Pacifica broke the silence. "The twins are gonna visit again this summer. Can't wait to see them?"

"Yeah, of course I do," Y/n smiled at the thought. "I can't wait to show them all the changes since they left."

"What about their uncles? When are they coming back?"

"Um, Ford mentioned in an email that they're sailing back home in time for my birthday, so probably around May."

"When's your birthday, anyway?"

"The 25th."

"Not that far," Pacifica noted.

"Just two more months."

Y/n had already shared the news with Dipper in one of her letters. She could biologically age now, a change that came after she obliterated Bill Cipher. All of his lingering effects on her had completely vanished, including the stolen healing abilities and the curse of agelessness.

"So, if you're having a birthday," Pacifica spoke again, curiosity lighting up her expression, "how old does that make you?"

"Fourteen," Y/n answered confidently.

"But didn't you say you spent, like, 30 years in that basement or something? Doesn't that make you older than me?"

Y/n's brows furrowed briefly. "I guess I'm technically older mentally, but I'm just as clueless when it comes to the norm of... almost everything." Her tone softened. "All my life, I was someone's assistant. Almost everything I learned was from either Stan or Ford. I never got to experience what being a real kid was like... not until Dipper and Mabel showed me."

Pacifica's expression turned thoughtful, sympathy written on her features. She could relate in a way—not being able to know how to act like a normal kid, molded by her parents.

The room grew quiet, settling into a comfortable pause until Pacifica spoke up again. "So... two more months till your birthday, huh? Thinking about throwing a party?"

Y/n rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. "Well, birthdays for me usually meant just Stan and me with a cupcake from Greasy's. Never gets old," she said with a small laugh, memories flickering in her mind. The dim, chilly basement, and how no one else in Gravity Falls seemed to remember her birthday— just her and Stan. The only other person who knew was somewhere on the other side of the portal, probably hopping through dimensions.

She had no clue when or where she was actually born; no one had ever told her. Ford had simply declared her birthday to be the day they first met, and somehow, that just stuck.

And honestly? It felt right. That day was when she was given life again.

Pacifica tilted her head, curiosity shining in her eyes. "Wait... a cupcake? That's it?"

Y/n smiled softly, fiddling with a stray thread on her pajama sleeve. "Yup. Never a big deal. Stan would always grumble about how birthdays were a scam cooked up by the greeting card companies, but he'd still show up with a cupcake anyway." She chuckled at the memory. "It was sweet, in his own grumpy way."

The blonde's lips curled into a determined grin. "Well, this year's gonna be different. No more just cupcakes and an old man. We're talking an actual birthday celebration. You deserve it."

Y/n laughed lightly. "You really love a good party, huh?"

"Hey, what can I say? I'm a Northwest, even if we're reformed. Parties are in my blood," Pacifica declared dramatically. "But seriously—you're getting a proper birthday this time."

Y/n's chest warmed at the thought. "Thanks, Paz."

"Don't mention it." Pacifica smirked.

For a moment, Y/n allowed herself to believe it— that maybe this year, she'd finally get to experience what it was like to celebrate not just her existence, but her newfound ability to grow, learn, and just be.

Maybe this year, things will really start to change.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 32!

[author's note]: planning for season 3 has been very tedious as i try to insert as many details as possible. nevertheless, no story is perfect so i might as well just get with it.

so many new information immediately after season 2 ended. first of all, i gave MY daisy a name. her name is katie. i also have a more final design for her as you can see on the image attached above. again, this is MY depiction of daisy or y/n. you can imagine her with your own design!!

if you guys have any questions, feel free to ask them here! thank you! love you guys