Pacifica

"Norman, this is sooooo sweet!" I gushed, as we walked along the gravel road as the sun set in the distance.
"Thanks." He said. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you, Pacifica."
"What is it?" I asked, hoping for the impossible. Earlier I had looked over Gideon's shoulder and saw the vampire page. Vampires had to be real!
Please be a vampire, please be a vampire, I thought hard. Maybe if I hoped hard enough it could come true!
"Pacifica, I'm a...."
Pleaseeeeee be a vampire I promise I'll be a nice person for the rest of my life and help out and never tease Gideon again and....
"Gnome."
The hoodie fell to reveal about 6 tiny gnomes with red pointy caps standing on top of each other with sticks for arms.
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"Let me explain. I'm Jeff, below me is Schmebulock, and then there's-"
"So was this all just some stupid prank?" Tears gathered in my eyes. "How dare you?!"
"No! It wasn't a prank!" Jeff nervously laughed, hopping down in front of me. "We have chosen you to be our gnome queen. I want to marry you."
I fell backwards, stumbling to get up. "What?"
"Our love and affection is real for each other, unlike some other girls I have met." He held out his closed hand and opened it to reveal a flower ring. "Pacifica, will you marry me?"
I gulped back a scream. "L-look, I-I'm really flattered and all, b-but I don't know if I'm old enough for all of this marriage-type stuff."
Jeff looked sad for a moment, but his face turned neutral. "Oh, that's alright. I just suppose I'll have to..."
He looked up at me with devilish eyes. "Kidnap you."
Suddenly, something hard hit my head and I fell into cold darkness.

When I came to, I was inside of a hollowed out tree. The gnomes guarding the outside didn't seem to notice I was awake, so quietly I took my smartphone out of my pocket and called the only person who would believe my dilemma: Gideon.
On the second ring, he picked up.
"Hello?" He asked. "What is it, Pacifica?"
"T-The gnomes, I mean, Norman, he turned out to be a bunch of gnomes that want me to be their queen and they kidnapped me!" I whispered. I heard Gideon rush out of his seat.
"Do you know where you are?" He asked.
"Yeah... I think we were hanging flyers here earlier. I'm in some hollow tree."
"Okay, don't worry, I'm coming." Gideon said.
"P-please hurry." I whispered, before something stepped on my phone screen, shattering it.
"Well, looks like someone is awake. Ready to become gnome queen?" Jeff asked. I shook my head, and tried to move to get up. I couldn't. He had tied me down to the ground with rope like an animal.
"I'll give you a few minutes to think that answer over. I won't force you to marry me, but I do have some drugs that'll make your brain cloudy. Make the right decision while your mind is still clear."
Jeff walked outside, and I was left alone.

Gideon

I ran outside after Pacifica hung up to the golf cart to go find her. She was kidnapped and as her cousin I sat by and did nothing.
"Where are you in such a hurry to?" I heard a voice behind me, along with the pops and smacks of bubblegum.
"Pacifica got kidnapped by gnomes!" I said, and turned around to see Wendy beside me. I had just met her today, and she often was an overall good person, but easy to agitate. Once she started singing "Problem" by Ariana Grande today and when Pacifica asked why she was singing that song, she rattled off a passionate list of everything wrong with society until she had to go break something.
"You kids and your games." She laughed. I hated when she called me "kid", but I ignored it. "I remember playing stuff like that when I was your age. Now it's just how much graffitti I can get away with." She looked inside of her pockets and took out a can of pepper spray. "Here, for your game. I had extra."
"Um.... thanks." I put the pepper spray in my pocket. "See ya!"
I sped off in the golf cart, leaving a cloud of dust behind me.

Dipper

"Sister, I'm going out again to search for the 1st journal." I called upstairs. "I'll be back by 7!"
"Fine!" Mabel yelled. "And don't be late!"
I rushed out the door, fixing my amulet onto my shirt collar and smoothing back my combed hair, grabbing a sweatshirt to pull over myself so nobody would see me sneak out so close to the show. Our manager would freak out!
I walked into the woods, a pocketknife heavy in my sleeve in case I needed it. I wasn't too deep when I heard a loud screeching.
"Come on, you stupid golf cart!"
More tires screeching.
I followed the noise to a boy about my age with white hair, blue eyes, and freckles trying to back out of mud in a Mystery Shack golf cart.
"Do you need any help?" I asked, looking at him.
"Thanks, that would be great." He said. "The wheel got stuck."
"I see. Let me try." I got into the golf cart as the kid moved over. I pressed my foot on the pedal, and at the same time, I used my amulet, hidden under my hooded sweatshirt, to move the wheel out of the mud.
"Thanks! I really have to get going now, my cousin is in trouble!" The kid said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, as we switched sides and the kid started speeding through the forest.
"My cousin was kidnapped by gnomes!" He said, turning the wheel at the last minute to avoid a tree. "At least, that's what she told me. She sounded too scared for it to be a prank."
"Gnomes, huh?" I asked, thinking about what was written about them in me and Mabel's Journal. They had a strange way of asking girls out; kidnapping. Of course, sometimes they were picky and let their victims go if they didn't love them enough before the wedding as much as their first look at them. If this guy's cousin couldn't escape, then that meant the gnomes had made a final decision.
Now, here's the part where you say, "Dipper, aren't you supposed to be evil?".
Well, it looked like this kid works at the Mystery Shack if he has the golf cart keys. A friendship with him could lead to valuable information that I could use to sabotage the Mystery Shack.
Suddenly the cart jumped to a halt, springing me forward for a second, when I saw we were here. There were the gnomes, but there were far too many to fight. We were surrounded.