Prompt: Continuation of Betrayal
Sequel to Betrayal
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Pacifica straightened her back, plastering a grin onto her face as she watched the Pines twins, who were still collapsed onto the ground, get cuffed. Behind her, the wreckage that was their metal monstrosity still smoked and sparked and the stench caused her nose to wrinkle somewhat.
Next to her, both Bud and Gideon were cheering as the two dastardly twins were drawn up to a standing position.
If looks could kill, Pacifica knew Mabel would have already incinerated more than half the town. Teeth bared and every singed hair on end, snarls and threats spilled forth from her normally burgundy-painted lips. Eyes wild, she trembled in what was most likely pure rage, her mask destroyed and the monster showcased for all to see.
Dipper, however was as always, the polar opposite of his sister. Eyes hard, he stood completely and utterly still. Despite this, the blonde could see the tension in every muscle, in the way his fingers were clenched, in how his eyes were narrowed and the way his teeth were bared ever so slightly in a growl.
While Mabel was a raging monster ready to tear, Dipper looked like a cornered animal ready to claw and shred anything or anyone who gave him the chance.
Pacifica didn't know which twin was more terrifying.
The crowd around them both parts cheered for them and booed for the twins, who had by now were being lead to the nearby cop car, ready to get carted off to prison where criminals like them belonged.
Though the both of them walked with even and forced steps, Pacifica knew if given the chance both would do anything it took to get out of the situation they found themselves in.
Anything.
Pacifica didn't even know her feet were moving until she only feet away from the pair, Mabel getting into the back first before Dipper moved in to follow her, sinking into the seat easily.
He glanced up, and their eyes met.
Pacifica had so many things to say to him- anger for the betrayal, anger at what he did to not only them, but the town. Bitterness welled up inside her and she swore she was going to vomit right then and there.
She expected him to look straight at her in the eye- maybe smirk and say that they'll be coming back soon or perhaps even sending a sneer her way. She didn't expect those cold and cruel eyes to widen ever so slightly, she didn't expect a flash of hurt to dance in them, and nor did she expect Dipper to quickly glance away with a mutter under his breath.
I'm not sorry.
Pacifica shook her head. Though pressure was building behind her eyes, she couldn't find it in herself to cry. How else was it supposed to end but besides like this? What other outcome could she have expected?
She stepped back and turned her back to him.
I know.
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