I am back! Sorry for the break, because, ironically enough, I was on break! For education. My new semester started today which is a can of worms I'd rather not open. Mostly because, I mean, worms. Gross. Call you bird friends over and they can pick-pick-pick at them nightcrawlers.
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Pacifica and I were still not on good terms, and I wouldn't expect it any less outside of school.
Myra, whom was recovering over the loss of her mother, still came with Dipper and I to the Halloween Party at Jackson's house.
Jackson's house was spectacular! Even outside the holiday. As the three of us walked inside, Jackson (wearing a particularly strange costume that looked to be a stripper Santa Claus) smiled happily.
"Ohhhh my, hello to the Pines Twins," he chuckled and slurped down his drink.
"Hello, Santa baby," Myra grinned in mock-seduction, "Merry Christmas to you, would you like to slip down my chimney...?"
He pulled down his beard, showing his small teeth. "Oh no, I might Santa Claus but the only thing I represent for the holidays is 'ho, ho, ho!'"
"Jackson!" I laughed out, "It's only Hallowee- OH MY GOSH IS THAT BOBBING FOR APPLES."
Easily distracted, I pushed over a young pirate and splashed my head in the water. I was happy Dipper and I's Destiny Cyrus and Robert Slende costume. I was Destiny, and I was killing it with my "foam-finger fierceness" I heard Jackson mutter before I plowed into the apples.
I enjoyed bobbing for apples, and I never could do it due to the chicken wire stamped to my face for the past three years. Braces were my worst enemy.
Then, the scent of my actual worst enemy entered my nostrils as I gasped for air. Dripping wet, my nose still recognized the scent of Ms. Pacifica Northwest.
"Pacifica," I snarled.
Uncomfortably, Myra attempted to intervene before the blonde Barbie doll could get a word in, but she didn't really pull it off especially since she was dressed up as the Rainbow Crusader.
Whom, actually was Myra's favorite supervillain. Yeah, supervillain. Rainbow Crusader is a different story all in it of itself, but lets just say she had a hand-sewn scarf (courtesy of yours truly) around her neck, a tie-dye crop top with her stomach showing, and long hippie sweat pants, which are actually supposed to be armored leggings but she didn't have the time or money to get them.
But, back to the matter at hand.
"Oh relax Rainbow Barf, I'm just here to compliment dear Jackson over there on his costume." I never had any hatred towards vikings, but her costume resembled the Scandanavian clan, so now I couldn't like them.
"ExCUSE me?" Mabel hissed.
Dipper clenched his sports whistle. "Pacifica, don't mess with Jackson!"
"Mess with me?"
Jackson came around, sillilly shaking his legs as the fluff from the Santa costume shook around. He winked at Pacifica with a toothy grin and turned to us.
"Why would she mess with me? She's cool w-"
"Don't even FINISH that sentence," I hissed at him. The music changed to a strange spooky theme. "Pacifica and I were NEVER cool. And we never will be! I- I mean, like, I know I have like problems... but OOH! She could probably shoot a puppy without regret and I..."
"Mabel!" he shouted back, then blushed from the silence that ensued. "Mabel," Jackson replied more quietly, "She's cool with me, and that means you've got to be cool with her."
"Wha... what?"
Dipper shook his head. "Sorry Jackson, I mean, she's been trying to say she's burying the hatchet but I c-can't stand with her!"
The music accelerated.
He shook his head. "And? Maybe she IS trying to bury the hatchet?"
"That hatchet is too tough to be buried," my brother retorted, "it's up in the sky for Pete's sake."
I didn't realize it at the time, but both Myra and Pacifica were beginning to notice some changes. "Uh, guys?" Myra attempted to get our attention.
"Well then, why don't you pull it down a few pegs!"
"I can't believe you!" I countered, "We've been friends for years and all of the sudden you are all buddy-buddy with HER."
Myra had started to shake and Pacifica looked up, "Uh, HEY! D-d-d-do any of you guys-"
I flipped my head brashly to her, but then, I caught sight of what the Viking saw. A ghost, or some sort of spectral demon... or something, was dancing around in an evil glee, his fingers... connecting to us three.
"Oh, DO go on," he cackled. Or she. Maybe an it. "I've been hungry for quite some time."
"Wh-what the hell?!" Jackson spat out, "What's going on?"
The black shadow's eyes glew a hot red, his fingers, or whatever you'd like to call them, flickered and warped around. While there was no feel to them, they began to creep down each of us.
"Hey!" Myra shouted from a couple feet away, "What are you doing?!"
"Silence wench, I've no time for YOU!"
She raised her eyebrows. Her head twitched as rage built up. "Don't you EVER call me a wench, bubs. Now you better tell me what's going on before I rip your little ghosts fingers off and wear them next year for Halloween."
"Ooh," Pacifica smiled, "I like you. Take-charge kind of girl."
The demon smiled, in a sickly evil sort of way. "As do I! I like that anger."
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Jackson gasped louder, confused on the matter.
The partygoers went silent. It was as if the room froze. The demon flicked his fingers with his free hand, gazing at them. Almost in a trance.
"Why don't you ask those little friends you were deliciously arguing with."
"D-Delicious?" Dipper stammered.
I flipped my hair, "I've been called a lot of things but never-"
Jackson put his finger in the air. "Not now, what's going on?"
Dipper shook his head. "I-I-I don't know. Evil demon in the room, feeding off our arguements a-a-and I don't know!"
The demon laughed, the sound almost like the screeching of a car's wheels and the sound of a furious chimpanzee. "Really Dipper? Have you not told them about your adventures? What of traveling through time, finding hidden societies, going inside of dear Stan's ol' mind?"
"Wait what?!" our two friends said at once.
I blushed. We were attempting to keep that out of mind.
"T-that was like, two years ago, man!" Dipper exclaimed, "I don't think we've ever encountered you, so what's your beef?"
Jackson stammered out something that I missed. He waved his hands at the demon, as if gesturing him to look over at Jackson himself.
"I," he chuckled, "Am Damonicles. Feaster of Rage! And you three, ooh, so delicious. Such anger!"
"Yeah! Anger!" Jackson snarled, "You mean to tell me you guys were like, adventurers."
"DANGEROUS adventures," noted Dipper, shaking his palms out, "and... we don't like to talk about it."
I didn't say a word on the matter. Argueably, the summer affected me more, so I would say my silence was justified.
Damonicles sniffed. Sniffed in fury, if that was possible. "Uh, back to the rage, my sweets. Have you not resolved your debacle on the blonde one?"
"I have a name!" she whined.
"Wow," I hissed, "You really are good at your job, huh?"
He grabbed his chest for a second and faltered. "No! I am... terrible! Just like you!"
I glanced towards Dipper. I think he realized as well that he was... hurt with a compliment. Jackson didn't get it, since I assume we had a twin talk conversation that I didn't even realize.
"No! You are just... perfect! I mean, you must be quite the eater!" Dipper smiled dreamily.
I nodded twice, "Uh-huh! Like, I bet you are the best competitive rage-eater out there!"
Damonicles hissed, and his spectral body sank and quivered. Through what sounded like clenched teeth, he screeched, "Oh, the Pines' think they are just so clever, hm? My weak spot is out, hmmm? Well, either way, it's time to fill the grave!"
"Grave?!" Jackson gasped and leaped backwards, the ghost-finger unraveling. Then I realized, his strange fingers were just tying around our feet.
"HEY!" Myra shouted, "Let go of them!"
"Oh, like that's ever worked to a villain before," Damonicles said innocently.
"Well, uh, you are great at being evil!" Pacifica stammered. She was actually, at least, trying to save our lives.
He clenched his jaw, making his speech seem slurred. "Ohhh, iz still time to put these two to rest. Damonicles lifted his arm, and the two of us had the world turn upside-down.
"Time for a tasty little snack, hmmm?"
A shoe flew out of nowhere and smacked him in the head.
"Owww!" Damonicles whined, "who through the shoe?"
Myra, whom was juggling her feet as she was pulling off her other shoe. "Get out of here, you... big beautiful monster! You're evillness is just, er, so amazing! I LOVE it!"
The two of us swung around and I could hardly make out Dipper's complaint about the rocking. Damonicles hissed in pain and was stunned for a second as the shoe thwaked him.
"STOP IT!" he roared, "I WILL FEED!"
Jackson threw a candy cane at him, "Suck on this you amazing demon, you!"
The three of them began throwing more stuff. I was hit a lot as well, getting more than once a candy cane in the head.
But between the painful compliments and irregular items to the head, Damonicles was faltering.
"NO! NO! THE RAGE IS SUBSIDING!" he hissed loudly, sinking further to the floor. My smooth, brown hair tickled against Jackson's carpet in his living room. "THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE."
"Accept it you," I shouted, attempting to think of an amazing compliment, "...beautiful, huggable, adorable, little princess!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Damonicles roared as his sank under the floor.
Finally, with one last shoe thrown for good measure, we were safe.
"I-I-I'm sorry," I stammered to Jackson. I shook my head and turned to Pacifica, "And I'm sorry to you, as well, Pacifica."
Jackson scratched his head. He too muttered over his words, but eventually he got to, "I'm sorry, too."
"Perhaps, LATER," Myra smirked, "You can tell us about that summer."
"Oi," Dipper groaned.
Pacifica smacked Dipper's head. "DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN! First mini-golf and now Halloween. What next are you gonna ruin for me, Dipper?!"
"She's ba-ack," I sang out and giggled.
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Whoa-ho! Mysteries afoot. Hm? Again, keeping these at a minimal, because I want to focus on the characters more than the adventure. But, now we've the worse side of Mabel. Since, jeez does she hold a grudge!
