Fun With Snow

Pacifica ducked behind another mailbox, ammo ready in her hand. Narrowing her eyes, she easily seeked out the target she had been stalking for a while now.

Across the street, looking like he was walking with a stick up his butt, was none other than the famous Dipper Pines. Head level with eyes colder than the swirling snow around them, he stepped lightly with purpose, seemingly oblivious to the blonde girl that was following him.

Pacifica waited till he was further away before slipping out of the way and giving chase. Humming the Mission Impossible theme in her head, she tightened a light fist around the ball of snow in her hand, wondering ideally how Dipper was not shivering in such thin clothes.

Getting closer to her target, Pacifica slowed down again, creeping lightly over the icy sidewalk. Smiling lightly, she quickly jumped into a small side alley, watching him from afar. She had to be careful. If he saw her, there would be no point to all this!

After making sure he wasn't going to turn around, she stepped back onto the street and resumed her slow chase.

Pacifica followed him down a few more streets, unaware of the fact that they were getting further and further away from the crowds. The blonde kept up with her strategy, getting close at times before falling back, collecting stray snow as she went to mold a bigger snowball as she went.

Glancing up from the stray cat she decided to briefly pet, Pacifica realized Dipper was no longer in her range of sight. In fact, the boy was gone.

"Aw, did I really lose him?" She whined to herself. "Well, he couldn't have gone too far. He can't teleport after all." She blinked. "Right?"

Straightening herself up, Pacifica slid around the corner of the next street, only to bump right into a very familiar person.

"Oh, sor- Dipper!" She cried out.

The twin in question was glaring at her, shoulder's tensed up. His normally perfect slicked back hair had a few strands out of place that hung freely over his eyes. Despite his hostile attitude, there was a certain wariness to him.

"What do you want, Pacifica. Why are you following me?" Despite the mastered harshness of his tone, Dipper Pines was, in all honesty, feeling very weirded out. It took a special type of crazy to stalk someone for over an hour after all. Not like he could judge, but still...It was creepy.

Realizing it was now or never, and wanting to answer his question, Pacifica beamed at him...

Right before taking her collected snow and throwing it at him right in his face.

She let out great peals of laughter as the normally calm and collected boy in front of her spluttered.

"Wh-What the hell?!" He cried out. "My hair!"

Seeing his hands shake (from most likely rage) Pacifica decided it was time she high tailed it out.

"Happy Holidays, Dipper!" She cackled as she darted between some alleys and left, giggling all the way.

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*Knows it's not the holidays but doesn't care anyways. Also ignores how it would still be the summer*

I love snow. Sad we don't really get it where I'm from.

Daily updates won't be a thing, for those of you who are curious. As I said, I'll post what I write.

I think this chapter is roughly 15x better than the last. Maybe. I don't know. This is me trying fluff. I think I failed, but I'm not so sure.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!