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Rotten Candy Part II
"So?" Grenda asked Candy. "How did it go?" Candy hung up the payphone. "It went quite well. With his help, we will be able to break them up for good." Grenda looked lost in thought for a second. "So how is this supposed to work again?" she asked. Candy's face skewed into one of irritancy for a brief second before becoming "normal" again. With Grenda you have to trade off brains for brawn and although brawn is valuable, it aggravates her that Grenda couldn't even grasp the simplest of instructions. She explains to her one more time. "Since Robbie and Dipper are bitter rivals, it would only make sense that they would be at ends with each other. Once Robbie defeats Dipper, Pacifica will see how weak he is and leave him." I'm sorry I have to do this, she thought. "What about Robbie?" Grenda asked. "We'll get him on assault charges after he has dealt with Dipper," Candy explained. Grenda just nodded. Candy knows she's just doing that to appease her and not that she really does understand but she lets it slide, mainly because Grenda doesn't need to do anything. She sighs. This fighting, this arguing, is straining them both. But she's got to stand firm if she wants to get her man, er, Dipper from out of Pacifica's rich, snobby hands. They take their places.
Mabel took a seat in a nearby chair, exhausted. Candy and Grenda seemed to have relented for now but there was no telling when they would strike next. But, wow, she was beat. Looking over to Dipper and Pacifica who were dancing together (and pretty badly by her standards and too close to the fountain), she managed to smile because for once she saw him completely drop his anxiety and OCD-like tendencies and really, REALLY enjoy himself. Just hearing him laugh at something not book-related and say things that aren't about conspiracies is something almost alien to her. It's almost as if he reverted back to "pre-Gravity Falls, Oregon" Dipper. She gets maybe about a half second look away before her eyes spot a familiar sight; a goth-like teen wearing a hoodie with a stitched-up heart across the zipper. Unzipped, it looked almost as if it were broken. The figure looked to be heading off to the food court…
Robbie Valentino shuffled along towards the mall not really in any hurry. He was more lost in thought than anything. Scheming. Planning. He wanted to get back at Dipper as much as he wanted to get back with Wendy. But Wendy liking the little nuisance means not being able to "put him in his place" without severely upsetting Wendy. That totally blows. Maybe this so-called "helper" can actually help with this problem. When he becomes fully aware of his surroundings, he realizes that not only did he already arrive at the mall but he was also on his way to a hot dog stand. He tried to leave but his stomach protested against that. Right, he thought. Food first.
OOF! WHOA! KERPLUNK! Pacifica looked on with wide eyes as Dipper somehow managed to fall into the fountain. It's a shallow fountain so he doesn't drown but the landing still hurts, mainly from all the coins in there. Dipper resists the urge to pocket them. After a minute or two of silence, Pacifica bursts into a laughing fit. Dipper does, too. "Wow. I guess I really do have two left feet," he said, getting out of the pond and sitting on its edge. Pacifica sits next to him. "Yeah. I thought you were kidding about that. You know, my parents got me a personal dance teacher. I could see if she would be willing to teach you." Dipper rubbed the back of his head. "Y-You don't have to do that for me. Besides, you might get in trouble-" Dipper appeared in sudden realization of something. "What time is it!?" Pacifica seemed to realize this too as it dawned on her. "Shoot! My parents are gonna kill me!" It's been way more than three hours. In fact, it was now 25 to eight! Where did the time go? Pacifica got up and shot him an apologetic glance before…
The two girls, Grenda and Candy, meet up with Robbie a little after he was done with his…hot dog? Was that even a hot dog anymore? There was so much stuff piled onto it! Teens sure do have weird appetites, Candy thought. Even weirder than mothers! "We've been waiting for you, Robbie," she said. The look on Robbie's face was priceless. He was called out here by that loser's sister's friends? Wow, either there's a joke in there somewhere or this is just very ironic. "This isn't a set-up, is it? Because I swear if it is-" Candy shushed him. "Not so loud. They might hear you." She told him the plan. "So you want me to just beat him up?" The girls nodded. He thought it over for a minute. "Don't worry," Grenda said. "If Wendy comes by, just say you caught him stealing one of her bras." He looked at them for a brief moment. Candy stepped up close to him. "The evidence is already placed. He's over by the fountain." Robbie felt like face palming. Of course a loser like him would just walk pass him. Hopefully he wasn't spotted… But he has. Mabel, sneaking away from her brother's butchering of a slow dance, followed Robbie from the obscurity of various stands and racks. Although she could not hear the conversation, she knew something wasn't right when the girls went up to him. As Robbie walked back the way he came, she pursued.
It all happened so fast. A whirlwind of activity and sound. And Dipper was right in the middle of it. Pacifica leaned in and kissed him on the cheek for all but a microsecond before an unpleasant voice made itself known. "Pacifica Northwest! You come from wherever you are this instant! You know we have a very important party to get to!" it bellowed. At least, that's how it sounded as the dread of their separation has now boiled over. Someone had to make a choice. Pacifica chose to stay put. Or rather, she wasn't able to move. "W-What are you doing!?" Dipper anxiously asked her. "If your parents see you her with me, we'll- OOF!" He felt what he assumed was a plank of wood slam into him. But as his senses came back to him, he realized that that wasn't it and he was stupid to think that up. Pacifica yelled. Unfortunately, that alerted her parents to her current location. Robbie, the one who tackled Dipper into the fountain, slowly got up with the preteen still pinned down. "What do you want, Robbie, 'cause I haven't done anything!" Dipper struggled. "Did you really think I'd let you off that easily!? It was because of YOU that I lost Wendy!" Robbie countered. "Me!? You didn't lose her because of me. You lost her because you a horrible- GACK!" Dipper couldn't even double over in pain as Robbie delivered a series of several blows to the stomach. Pacifica had to join in. She had to help!
She...couldn't move. Something, or rather someone, had grabbed her. "You know better than to have us come to get you personally!" said none other than Preston Northwest, richest man of the town and Pacifica's father. Not that it matters much in this instance. "Hunny," her mother Priscilla Northwest said to her father. "Perhaps we should leave the scolding for later? Being among their 'kind' is making me anxious." It didn't matter at this point since they were quite literally dragging her along. She protested. "No wait- stop! I need to help Dipper!" Her dad scoffed. "You? Help that low-level trash? It seems someone has been benefiting from her humor lessons." Ugh. She didn't have to see him to know that he wore THAT smile. That super-pleased-with-himself smile. There's nothing she can do.
Dipper was nearly drowned in that shallow fountain, mostly because every time he did a chance to recapture precious air it was either punched out of him or he breathed in the water. Mabel had tried once, twice, three times to stop Robbie and every time he would knock her back. And while the fight (or beating if you would prefer) went on, Grenda and Candy watched. Their goal was accomplished at least from their point of view. So why haven't they called the cops yet. It was mostly because they were too shocked to. They didn't want either of the twins to get hurt, Mabel mostly. Candy saw Dipper as a cost. They see Mabel as…their best friend. Grenda was the first to speak. "I…I can't take this anymore… It isn't right!" Candy couldn't move so Grenda gave her a lift to the payphone. "You have to-" And in an instant, Candy had called the cops. Ironically enough, Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland were, in fact, in the candle store next to the fountain. Being competent for once, they arrested Robbie but not before Dipper blacked out.
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"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Dipper screamed! Mabel stepped back, looking guilty. They were in a clinic now. Candy and Grenda stood next to the door, also looking guilty. What was everyone so guilty about? It's not like anything happened, right? When he attempted to move, his body protested. "…Can somebody tell me what's going on?" he complained. They explained to him the events of the previous day. Dipper seemed understanding…enough. "I don't think I can ever trust you guys again…but I'll try." Just then, Pacifica walked in with red cosmos. "I'm really sorry I could help you yesterday." Dipper shook his head. "It wasn't your fault. Your parents are butts." She smirked. "Yeah they are. I brought you some flowers." She left them on his lap and ran away. "I have to go!" was the last thing he heard her say. "That was nice of her-er-er-ACHOO!" He puffed up. He's allergic to red cosmos! Well, Pacifica didn't know so she's not to blame. Unfortunately…
"Come back here!"
"Look what you've done to Dipper!"
"I don't want to be sick!"
