Just A Game

"I really don't understand what you see in her, brother dearest." Mabel sneered.

Currently Dipper, the cold and calculated half of the twins, was sitting at his desk re-reading his journal yet again while Mabel sat on his bed, swinging her legs back and forth in boredom.

"It's not what I see in her, it's what I understand about her." Dipper replied, twisting Mabel's words around.

The psychotic girl narrowed her eyes. "You know I hate when you get all wordy." She growled. "Can't you just speak normally?"

"Do you believe life is a game?" Dipper asked suddenly, not looking up from his journal.

Cocking an eyebrow at Dipper's obvious subject change, Mabel decided to humor her brother for once. "Of course it's a game. You either die up at the top or are killed by others trying to get there. It's a dog-eat-dog world, after all."

She could hear the smirk that had on his face. "Exactly. But your forgetting something. The board on which every event happens. Each person, each piece rolls their dice, dependent on their luck, and moves through the motions. However, life isn't just dominated by the lucky rolls of the dice. Emotions are the cards one can draw. Flip around the deck a bit, draw a certain card here or there can change the outcome of the entire game."

"So your just playing with that blonde idiot?"

Dipper snorted. "Of course I am, sister dearest. What else could she be good for?"

Mabel stared at Dipper, suspicion in her gaze. She wasn't entirely sure why Dipper would want to try and play this... game as he called it.

"So what do you want her for? As a sacrifice? To kill?" Her eyes narrowed. "Sex?"

Dipper snorted. "Of course not. I'm not some mindless animal. Pacifica is popular with both children and adults alike. She's also dominated by her emotions." Just like you, He didn't add. "On top of being too trusting, she could be useful if our plans go sour."

"What? You doubt our abilities?"

"Not at all. But one can never be too prepared."

Mabel didn't replay, thinking over what her brother had said. Drilling holes into his back with her eyes, Dipper continued to pour over the journal. Sighing and muttering something about being bored and sharpening knives, the female twin of the duo left, never noticing the light brush of a blush developed across her brother's cheeks.

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No Pacifica in this chapter, but ah well.

I might update again today, I don't know. Let's see what happens.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!