Was Pacifica actually going crazy?

Maybe Wendy was right, maybe she was going a little mad and being too paranoid about things. Thinking about it, the actual logic or probability of her sister's boyfriend actually being a siren was a little, rather very surreal. She felt stupid for thinking that, and she really should've been being more realistic.

She looked down at the page where the siren was, closing the book. Maybe it was just a book of fantasies. She pushed down the feelings that there was actually something up, and set the book down in her lap.

"You okay, Pacifica?"

Pacifica looked up, to see Candy standing at the doorway, smiling warmly at her. Pacifica sighed.

"I would say I'm fine, but I'm a terrible liar," Pacifica said. "Although I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you what was wrong."

"I've heard some pretty crazy things," Candy said. She walked over, sitting down beside Pacifica. She sighed again, placing a hand under her chin. "You can try."

"You promise you won't judge me?" Pacifica asked.

"Promise," Candy said.

"Alright," Pacifica said. "I, I don't trust Wendy's new boyfriend, Oran, or whatever his name is. I think he's, maybe, not human, if it comes to that, I just have this feeling he isn't normal. Though I, and Wendy, think I'm crazy, I mean, there's no actual possibility of him being abnormal, it's probably just a coincidence."

"Hmm, I don't think you're crazy," Candy said.

"What?" Pacifica asked. Why wouldn't she think she's crazy? Even she thought it was crazy. Why wouldn't Candy? Had she noticed anything strange about this town, and possibly Oran too?

"No, I don't think you're crazy at all," Candy replied. "In fact, I think you're not all that far off from the truth."

"Then why-" Pacifica started.

"I just think you need evidence to provide this, Pacifica," Candy said. "They teach you that a lot in school, to always provide and explanation, or proof to provide for what you're saying and it'll be easier for the person to believe what you're saying than just telling them something."

Pacifica didn't say anything, but she knew she was right. She was more than just right. "You're right, but what evidence do I need?"

"Well, what do you have now?" Candy asked.

"Well, the fact his skin is really shiny, along with his hair," Pacifica said.

"What if it's just hair or skin product?" Candy said, counteracting her argument.

Pacifica didn't say anything back, again, Candy was right. Maybe it was just a product. She remembered once her mother used a product which made her skin really shiny, too.

"You're right. . . Well, there's also the fact he has a sing song like voice, in a creepy way," Pacifica said, trying to change the evidence.

"Maybe he's a singer, perhaps he's working on a play," Candy suggested.

She's good at this, Pacifica thought. "Perhaps. . . Uh. . ."

Candy watched her, as she struggled to think of something else, but then she remembered.

"The fact he had scale like things on his arms," Pacifica said.

Candy paused. She must've been thinking. "What do you mean, scale like things?"

"There were these  little things sticking off of his right arm, well, at least his right arm. They had a light turquoise colour, they looked like scales, like on a fish. It was weird, and when I asked what they were, he got really nervous and said they were cloth or something, and just patted then down, but they sprung right back up."

Candy didn't say anything for a moment again, but smiled more. "Do you have pictures?"

"Well, no, I don't think it would've helped if I snapped a picture of them right there, as I think he thought I was also creepy. Plus, he was on his way out when I asked him the question," Pacifica answered.

"We could check the security cameras, if you want," Candy said.

Pacifica paused, waiting for Candy to say it was a joke, but she didn't. Pacifica looked at her, with a bit of a surprised  look on her face. "Wait, you'll actually let me check the cameras?"

"Why not?" Candy said. "Mister Pines never really uses them for much, I don't think he'd mind if we used them to check something for you."

"Thank you, thank you Candy," Pacifica said.

"You're welcome, Pacifica," Candy said. "I'm always on your side, remember that."

Pacifica smiled. It was nice to have one person who didn't think she was completely insane. It was also nice to know there was someone who didn't just think she wasn't insane, but believed her, too. Especially since people tended to nit believe her.

"Between you and I, I've seen some odd stuff around this town, too," Candy said.

Wait, what? Pacifica thought. So she wasn't the only one? Not just her and the person who wrote the journal? It made her question if Candy had seen anything, anything weird in her time here, since she assumed she had lived in Gravity Falls in entire life.

"Wait, what have you seen?" Pacifica asked.

"That's a story for another day, but let's go check the cameras." Candy repoed.

Then, Candy got up, and started to head downstairs. Pacifica put the journal under her arm, and followed Candy downstairs and into a back room she hadn't seen before, where there were a bunch of screen from the cameras of what was going on all around the Archives of Mystery. She saw a group of tourists that were staring at a strange rock, that seemed to have a carving of a face in it, and the tourists were ogling at it.

Pacifica held back an eye roll. Out of the many strange things people had heard of in this town, or, at least her, the person who wrote this book, and Candy had heard of, her Great Uncle didn't seem to care and sold the most fake attractions she had ever seen.

"What time did you see him and Wendy leave?" Candy asked.

Pacifica took a moment to think before answering. It wasn't early in the morning, although it wasn't in the afternoon, either. "I think around noon is when the two left."

Candy nodded, and started to rewind the camera tape back to around noon, and when Pacifica saw Wendy arrive with Oran, she put a hand on the camera to signal for Candy to stop and let the recording play. She took her hand off of it and let it play at a normal speed.

Pacifica listened to the conversation, although this time,  her eyes never left Oran the entire time, and she didn't stand there awkwardly. She watched as he carefully hid his right elbow the entire time, always keeping something over it, until he was about to leave out the door, and he uncovered it.

"Pause the recording!" Pacifica exclaimed. Candy did so, and Pacifica stared at his right arm, and her suspicions were correctly. The scale like things on his right elbow were still there, and even though it was black and white, she could imagine the colour clearly in her brain. That strange light turquoise blue.

Candy looked at her. "I think your suspicions were correct, Pacifica. I think there's something up with this boy, what's his name?"

"Oran," Pacifica replied quickly.

"Oran, then. I think there's something more to this boy," Candy said. "Next time he comes by, try to get a picture of that."

"But how am I going to convince Wendy?" Pacifica asked. "I tried to talk to her earlier, and she thought I was totally crazy when I told her, and I think she's still going to be super mad at me that I interrupted her date."

Candy but her lip, perhaps thinking about what to say. "Remember what I said, Pacifica, if you have evidence, you won't look as crazy to her, and maybe, if you're lucky, she'll even believe you. Did she tell you when their next date was?"

"I think she said tomorrow, at five or something similar. I might have to ask her again, but she might not tell me, since she'll probably think I'm trying to ruin her date with him again or something."

"Then I guess you'll just have to find out yourself," Candy said. "Now, I've got to get back to work before Mister Pines realizes I've been looking through cameras with you."

"Oh, okay," Pacifica replied. "Thank you so much, Candy."

"You're welcome, Pacifica," Candy said. "Just remember, I'm always on your side, if you need me, I'm here for you."

Pacifica smiled again, as she followed Candy out of the camera room and back into the main lobby, where her Great Uncle Fiddleford was for once, actually watching the group of tourists buy something. He didn't interfere with them, but he just watched carefully as they all went crazy over the overpriced objects in the gift shop.

She wondered if it was a good time to approach him. He hadn't talked to her much the past few days, maybe because she wasn't talking to him, maybe he was waiting for her to start a conversation, although that would likely never happen, since she was waiting for him to do the same. He looked to be somewhere else, in a world inside his head. His face looked stressed.

She leaned on the counter, watching her Great Uncle for a minute before, just as he passed by, she decided to make the move to talk to him.

"H-Hey, Great Uncle Fiddleford!"

Fiddleford turned around, looking at her. He looked a tad startled by her. "Pacifica! Where have you and Wendy been all day? I asked you guys to clean a few things and right after you did, neither of you were in sight."

"I'm sorry, Great Uncle Fiddleford," Pacifica said. "Things got, uh, a bit complicated and we both got busy. But I have a question for you."

"Ask away, Pacifica," he said stopping and really paying attention to her.

For a minute, she felt awkward, and she began to feel her shyness running up in her. "D-Do you actually believe in the supernatural?"

Fiddleford sighed, and looked at her. "Look, Pacifica. Here's the thing, most of the things here, it's made up by guys like me, who want to make some money from people like him."

He pointed to a man who was eagerly trying on an official Archives of Mystery tee shirt, and getting much too excited over it.

I hadn't figured that one out, Pacifica thought, even the voice in her head sarcastic.

"The point is, I wouldn't actually believe this in a million years. It's all made up so tourists will think it's real. There's nothing actually spooky about this place, and I don't want you believe that, or getting caught up in the fact it might be or that you go on fake hunts for mythical creatures because they don't exist. Does that make sense, Pacifica?"

Pacifica looked up at him. She felt her heart drink into her does once he answered. She was hoping he could've known anything about actual monsters, if they actually existed. Perhaps he had believed in them in the past, which was why he was telling her not to do it. Though that seemed a little too optimistic.

"Y-Yes, Great Uncle Fiddleford, " Pacifica said.

"Good," he replied. "N-Now go find your sister. Supper is going to be ready soon."

She sighed, turning around to go look for Wendy. While she was walking, she made a note to herself, looking down at her journal.

Never, ever, not in all of times show Great Uncle Fiddleford this book.