(Chapter taking place after "little puppy")

Pacifica was stunned by this man's sudden appearance out of nowhere, but she knew her manners. Strangers are just friends you haven't met, right? "Oh! Hello! My name's Pacifica Southeast!" She beamed, trying to seem as positive and none-suspicious as possible. "I know exactly who you are, Southeast!" He said, grinning a yellow toothed smile. Pacifica took a step back, ending up hitting a tree. "Uh... How did you know that?" She asked, becoming increasingly afraid. "I-Uh- I'm one of Santa Clause's workers. Do you really think Santa can keep up with a bunch of kids all the time? He needs workers to watch the kids." He said, trying to assure her. "What kind of.... Watching?" She asked. He shrugged, trying to think of something. "Oh. You know. The usual. Watching you get off the bus. See you get dissed by a hot girl. Look through the window when your not- I mean-." He stopped, realizing how creepy he was being. He definitely noticed Pacifica's shaking form, freaking out on the inside.

"O.k. listen, I'm just gonna cut to the chase." He said, grabbing at the opening of his jacket, about to take it off. He stopped, seeing Pacifica about to make a break for it. He stopped her by putting his arm in her way against the tree. "Not that kind of chase, kid." The man said. With that, Pacifica was officially hyperventilating. She had nowhere to go, watching as the man took off his coat. He backed up, finally pulling off his jacket. And what she saw almost made her faint. "Is this weird for you? Do you need to sit down?" He asked. Pacifica's eye twitched, seeing a bunch of gnomes stacked up on each other. "Uh...." Pacifica mustered up, not being able to find any other words. "Yah. So, we're gnomes. I-I'm Jeff.... Hi." Jeff said, obviously a little nervous. Pacifica slapped her forehead, not knowing how to react to any of this. "So... You wanna get married?" Jeff asked. This caused Pacifica to jump in surprise. "WHAT?!" She asked in a freaked out tone. "She's defiant. GET HER!" Jeff shrieked, ordering all the gnomes to attack her.

~Dipper~

I rubbed my hand against the scab on my cheek that Stan had made. There's no way that's gonna grow back. Fantastic. Now I'm the crazy, quiet kid with a scare on his face. Just perfect. Whatever. Walking through the forest always makes me feel better. I also had a special spot too. A place only me and Mabel know about. It's so... peaceful. It's so quiet. It's so... me. As I made my way to the spot, I heard a commotion up ahead of the spot. "Oh. What now?" I asked myself, trying to talk myself out of it and just go to my spot. But I sighed, knowing I'd go crazy if I didn't know where that noise was coming from. I walked ahead of me, maybe a couple of minutes later, seeing a girl. She looked... familiar... Anyways, she was surrounded by gnomes. I smirked, finding all of this slightly amusing. A teenager surrounded by a bunch of midgets. Ha! What an odd situation. No matter how funny it was though, I found her distress to be unsettling. She had a face... One I could relate too. She was freaking out, not knowing what to do. Like her fate was inescapable. Believe me when I say I know exactly how she feels. That's why I- Oh, never mind. It's none of your business anyways, now is it?

I sighed, looking at the girl. I knew exactly what to do. This wasn't the first time I had to deal with gnomes and it wouldn't be the last. I crept up behind them, holding my amulet. With a glow of the gem, a gust of wind seemed to abrupt from nowhere. This caught the gnomes by surprise, causing them to turn around. "It's the Pines twin! Run away!" Jeff screamed, getting on all fours as he, and all of his other gnome friends, ran away. It didn't take much though, being the fact that the gust of wind from my amulet was strong enough to blow them away without any help. As they ran away, getting trapped in litter scattered across the forest, I looked down at the girl. She looks very... Noticeable. Like I had seen her already. Just then, the girl spoke, making he slap my forehead in realization. "You're the guy from off the streets!"