A/N:

Hey! I'm SOOOOOOOOOO sorry for not updating in so very long!

I originally had a break for family troubles, but then Uni work and procrastination got in the way. Not to mention I couldn't find a way to write this chapter that I was happy with! I'm still not happy with it, but it's written! It's done! And I only have 2 more chapters left before I can relax and build the plot for the next book in the series!

I can't wait! *Note the sarcasm in which I speak with*

But until then, I will try my hardest to update again!

Thanks to anyone who stuck with me! (If there are any of you)

The silence was suffocating. Entire room staring at Dipper and Pacifica as if their heads had just swelled up, grown legs, and walked off of their shoulders to stand on one of the counters.

And it was killing Dipper.

Why were they just staring?! Why won't they say anything?! "Say something! ANYTHING! Just stop the silence!"

"WHAAAAT!?"

It was Gideon to break the silence, and he did NOT sound happy.

In the split second he had managed to get over the whole room's apparent shell shock, his face had gone so red he looked about to pass out from the rage clear on his face, his cheeks had puffed up from the scrunch in his face, and if Dipper looked close enough (which he in no way wanted to do) he could imagine steam escaping his ears in a cartoonish show of anger.

"Why on Earth would ya abandon ma Sweet Dumpling?!" He shouted in Dipper's face. Staring eye to eye with him and even getting on Dipper's face with how angry he was.

This statement seemed to shake everyone else out of their stupor, but before anyone could get a words in hedge wise, Pacifica had pushed her way into Gideon's face now with an identical look of rage on her face, only hers looked much less red and scrunched and contained an air of indignance to her face that Gideon's did not possess.

"We abandoned no one Gideon." She spoke with a sense of finality in her voice, not shouting back but certainly getting through how mad she was with just her voice alone.

And by the sounds of it, she was beyond furious.

"Then tell me 'why' Northwest. Why is ma Sweet Peach Dumpling still trapped inside a Prison Bubble instead of HERE WITH ME!?" Gideon had adjusted and was now face to, bright red, face with Pacifica still shouting at the top of his lungs as if it was a competition.

"In all fairness, it probably was for him." Dipper believed.

Before Pacifica had chance to reply, Ford came between the two waring youths, turning his back at Gideon to look at Pacifica and Dipper head on.

An unreadable expression on his face, he didn't say anything for a beat seeming to choose his words.

"Why are you both here when everyone else is within this prison bubble of Bill's?"

He spoke clearly, no hint of emotion colouring his voice. Dipper wanted to believe that he wanted facts before he chose a side to the obvious war he was stood in the middle of.

Pacifica calmed slightly but nowhere as close as close to calm as Dipper was, who was currently trying to curl into the smallest ball he could. Trying to hide from all the eyes staring at him, and he suddenly felt as if he was facing off with the last shred of hope and pieces of himself that he could call stable.

"And better yet," Ford began again. "Why try to hide it from us to begin with?" His face gained a frown at his question, brows furrowing and attention solely on Dipper and Pacifica.

"Because we didn't want to lose any of you to that stupid bubble that has everyone else trapped!"

Dipper flinched at the harshness in Pacifica's voice. Apparently, even if she had gained more control of her outer appearance, she was nowhere close to being calm.

"LIER!" Gideon somehow back in front of Ford, and screaming with a newfound vigor. No less angry than he had been only seconds before.

"You're workin' for Bill! That's th' only reason you're here an' not in tha' bubble isn't?!"

At Gideon's exclamation, hushed whispers and murmurs erupted from the crowd around them. Robby seeming to take personal offense to the claim and coming to stand next to him, glaring down at Dipper and Pacifica.

"Yeah! You left Wendy there too, didn't you kid?! Why should we believe you when you're only working with that weird triangle guy anyway?!"

Now with two people against Dipper and Pacifica, the rest of them began to stand against them. Forcing Ford to stand at the back of the group. The only person who could possibly understand why the two of them had been forced to leave everyone in the prison bubble and find other people.

Most of the group crowding Dipper and Pacifica, and slowly backing them into a corner, were glaring at them. Those who weren't, were looking at them with disappointment in their eyes and even some shaking their heads slowly.

Dipper was starting to regret ever saying anything.

It was bad enough dealing with the guilt he was feeling for failing his sister and the others, but for everyone standing in front of him pinning him (both physically and figuratively) and actually banding against him for his guilt and then accusing him of siding with Bill because of it?

Siding with Bill, Bill! Why on Earth would he honestly, in all good conscience, side. with. Bill? It made no sense!

And while it made him feel slightly indignant at the idea, what weighed more and stuck with him more was the fact that he had apparently lost any, and all, of his trustability in the eyes of the townsfolk. Like all the times he had helped anyone out over the summer was all for naught. Like he was nothing more than a good for nothing traitor.

It hurt. Hurt more than he could use any words to describe. Was he really that distrustable?

"Alright everyone, give them at least a little room. You're crowding them."

"Thank any and all Gods that can hear for Ford!" He thought.

Except, when Ford managed to get the group to stop crowding them and even disperse into other rooms slightly, it was clear on his face that he distrusted the two of them as well. That scowl on his face, almost identical to the one he always referred to Stan with, one of distrust and betrayal.

Gideon and a few of the more vocal of the others stayed in the kitchen along with Ford, Dipper and Pacifica still backed into a corner.

"Now Dipper, Pacifica. Would you mind showing us the way to this prison bubble everyone are trapped in?" The way Ford phrased his sentence was, in on way, a question, his tone of voice leaving no room for argument. However, neither Dipper, nor Pacifica were going to stand back at the tone.

"No." They both said. Pacifica with determined kind of finality and Dipper much more weakly but no less determined to make sure everyone was safe.

All Ford did was raise an eyebrow at the denial the two youths had expressed. Gideon, on the other hand looked furious, he stepped forward ready to launch another attack on the two, the others in the room ready to attack with him. However, Ford placed his arm in between the two, still cornered, youths and Gideon.

"Won't you? It seems that everyone wants to free those captured and trapped. The same you did for us." He said slowly, scowl depenning (if that was possible), waiting for nods from the rest of the group still left in the kitchen.

He sighed, rubbing his face with both hands and continued "Well, I suppose if you won't show us then we'll just have to find the bubble ourselves. Shouldn't be too hard to find a bubble that size. You said it was just the other side of the Bubbles-of-Pure-Madness field right?"

He lowered his hands and raised a brow, seemingly waiting for either of them to answer.

"No need! I know where ma Peach Dumplin' is. All I need is to see tha' map o' your's." Gideon chipped in. Puffing up his chest and walking over to the map, all the while giving Dipper a glare from the corner of his eyes.

A glare that Dipper was trying his hardest to avoid and ignore, keeping his eyes trained on the floor like it had suddenly become so interesting he simply couldn't take his eyes off of it.

When Gideon arrived at the map, he gave it a quick review before pointing out the exact spot where Mabel's Prison Bubble was located.

"Here it is, past the field of Bubbles-of-Pure-Madness, at the old train tracks." Ford came to stand next to him and 'hmm'd in thought.

After a spell of silence in which some of the others in the kitchen moved to look at the map, the rest still glaring daggers at Dipper and Pacifica. Pacifica meeting all the glares with one of her own, while Dipper tried to avoid all the glares thrown at him. For clapped his hands, straightening up.

"Alright. Make sure everyone's informed and ready to move within an hour. Get weapons, protection, everything. Just make sure your ready to head out."

"Everyone?" Robby inquired. He was one of the few how stayed in the kitchen, eager to know what was going to happen next.

"Everyone." Ford said with a single, firm nod of his head. "We need to make sure everyone are safe, especially if Bill is keeping an eye on them."

On the word "them" he fixed Dipper (who was still looking resolutely at the floor) and Pacifica with an accusatory look that got his point across to everyone in the kitchen. Especially to Dipper and Pacifica, who's fire was starting to dim as she noticed how silent and sullen Dipper was.

The others in the kitchen all voiced their acknowledgement and agreement, some even saluting, and left to inform everyone. The only ones left in the kitchen being Ford, Dipper and Pacifica.

Fixing the two youths in the room with another look, Ford said "I hope you learn why trusting Bill is never a good thing."

He then turned and left, likely to gather various weapons of his ready. Once he was out of sight, Dipper collapsed into a heap on the floor. Still staring teary eyed at the floor, breathing almost nonexistent as his mind churned with horrible self deprecating thoughts.

Pacifica sat down beside him, scooping him into her lap and drawing soothing patterns on his back. Unable to talk at the threat of her own tears falling.

The two sat there for a long time, people rushing in and out of the kitchen to get and gather anything they deemed good enough to carry with them. All of them glaring at the two youths still curled into a ball in the corner, both trying not to cry for what felt the 50th time since leaving the Bubble and being abandoned by the others.

After the hour was up, Dipper and Pacifica watched as the only survivors left of the Oddpocalypse left to be trapped just like the rest of them. None of them listening or adhering to the warnings that the two youths spoke on repeat.

Eventually, when the last of them were out of sight. Dipper collapsed for the second time in an hour and this time, he wept. Sobbing openly as Pacifica held him tightly and tried to murmur comforting things in his ears over her own weeping.

They both stayed like that until they had both calmed to hiccups and sniffles. Moving to the attic where they decided to huddle together under Dipper's comforter and try and pretend that the whole of the Oddpocalypse had been nothing but a horrible and sadistic dream made by the worst Dream Demon that either of them could never hope to meet.

A/N:

Thanks again for reading! And I'm so super sorry for not updating sooner!

If any of you want to see a one-shot of what happens on Ford's end let me know! I'd be happy to try my hand at writing Ford! It's only be fair anyway since I did a one-shot for Pacific's time in the Bubble, it would make sense right?

Thank a song I found on iTunes for finally getting this update! Now, I doubt any of you would of you would care or even like the song but it's:

Ordeal by Rin & Len Kagamine

I love this song and all it's been able to do for my procrastination! And once again, THANKS FOR READING EVERYONE!