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TW: This story will contain references to physical and psychological abuse, murder, and torture.

|As Cruel as Schoolchildren|

Trip Vanderhoff couldn't remember a worse weekend in his life. Being turned down by Heather and finding out she was dating that loser Andrew was bad enough. Getting punched by that pine tree punk and losing two weeks worth of allowance with that stupid comic was even more frustrating–and that surly anger was all over his face as Dudley pulled into the car drop off lane ahead of the school buses used by the plebians.

"Come on bro, you've been moping all weekend," Van said his brother as their British-made luxury sedan pulled to a stop.

"Moping, Van? Please, the blade of despair has cut me deep. The garbage heap made Heather feel so bad for him she's seeing him out of pity, and the Pine Tree's probably gone back to whatever trailer park he crawled out of."

He rested his head against the glass of the car door, and heaved a morose sigh. "Not even that spicy latina we met at the park can soothe this ache."

Van grimaced. He couldn't stand seeing his brother like this.

"Trip, it's okay! What happened during the weekend, stays during the weekend. Like what Dad says whenever he comes back from Las Vegas!"

Trip rolled his eyes, but Van pressed on.

"Besides, we're at school now, we can put that whole weekend behind us and Andrew and his dork friends back in their places! No pine trees are gonna save them."

Trip pulled from the glass. As dumb as his musclehead half-brother was, Trip had to admit that Van had a point.

"Yeah," Trip said as he brightened and looked at the suburban high school spread out before them.

Echo Creek Academy, the neighborhood's public school, home of the Awesome Opossums, and a curious place to find such wealthy children as the Vanderhoffs. However, it suited both boys just fine: they were richer and better connected than almost every other student at the school and could do whatever they wanted with no fear of consequences.

It just made sense. After all, why go to a rich private school and be just another beautiful face in the beautiful crowd, when they can remind the normies every day how sad and pathetic their lives were?

"I'm still on top, and there's nothing that Andrew, his friends, or Pine Tree can do to change the success that I am," Trip said. "As a matter of fact? Starting today, I'm going to make sure Drew remembers his place–under my foot with the rest of these losers–and remind Heather of hers: by my side."

On cue, Dudley opened the door and Trip slipped out onto the sidewalk with a toss of his curly blonde hair, and held his head high. All around him, his classmates turned and looked–struck by the suddenness of his emergence and the swagger he strode with.

"Good Morning, Echo Creek Academy," he said with full confidence that his radiance awed and infuriated the worthless masses beneath him. "The Vanderhoff Boys are here! Compare your lives to ours and don't forget to wolf down your antidepressants!"

Silence answered him.

"W-what?"

They were all looking at them with shifty, mocking leers. Some were leaning close to their friends and murmuring over the laughter, some were pointing straight at them… but none of them were the slightest impressed.

"Uh…?" Van was confused, but had a chilling feeling what happened.

"What's so funny?" Trip asked as his confusion turned into anger. "Hey, what's so funny, you plebs?!"

"Oh you didn't hear?"

Trip's indignation turned into annoyed fury, hearing the venom-dripping voice of the one person at school who was neither impressed nor intimidated by either of them–because she was there for the exact same reason.

He turned to his right and there was Brittney Wong–head of the Echo Creek Academy Awesome Opossums Cheerleader Squad and undisputed ruler of all school functions. The overachiever, the diva, the daughter of old money that was fiercely established in this neck of LA. Trip and Van regularly joined forces with her in putting down the huddled masses–but this time her cruel scowl was aimed at them.

She reached into her purse and pulled out her smartphone. "You should have; it's all over the net."

Trip's breathing quickened as his burning fury fell through the floor, replaced with a cold, wet dread.

Brittney turned around and sidled next to Trip, holding up her phone to show him a video of him inside of Zoom Comics, posturing over Drew after just being rejected by Heather. Numbness overcame him, as he watched himself fake ripping the comic in half, and laughing at Drew's reaction.

The angle of the video allowed him to see what he didn't then: Dipper advancing on him from the back with murder in his brown eyes. He could only watch as the out of towner whipped him around and punched the smug snake smile off his face.

Brittney looked from the video to Trip, and savored the look on his face. "Usually when you get in a fight you hit them back, not whatever this is."

"This" being sobbing like a baby as Dipper hauled him to his feet and threw him and Van out of the store like he was their father.

Trip gasped for breath as he staggered back towards his brother. "That's… it's not…! I'm not actually…!"

There was no way this could've blown up over the weekend while he didn't know!

Trip whirled upon Van. "WHAT THE HECK, MORON?!"

Van shook his head, overcome with terror. "I don't know! We spent the whole day at the spa! You spent most of it listening to emo rock and crying! I was getting my pores cleansed!"

Trip remembered. They went offline after being chased out of Hillhurst by that monster, to detox, rest, and recuperate at their family private spa. They spent all of Sunday there with no phones or computers for a mile in any direction.

With a sneer Brittney held up the phone again. "I'd cry too if I had to spend your weekend."

Trip and Van were horrified to see themselves running from Hillhurst and pounding on the windows for Dudley to save them.

"Someone recorded us there, too?!" Van cried out.

They didn't see the end of the video as Brittney pulled her phone back to look at it, but Trip knew who. When they were running out of Hillhurst, they ran right past Pine Tree and his sister!

"Well I guess that's it for you two losers, there isn't enough money in the world to fix this embarrassment," she said harshly.

Trip felt faint. The whole school was laughing at them–at him! Why would they not laugh? There he was, getting punched in the face and crying, then running away screaming from a haunted mansion begging for help. Who's going to respect that or be afraid of that?

He looked at the other students, laughing at him being knocked down a peg. The plebs were savoring this, drinking in his anguish like a fine sparkling mineral water! Circling like vultures as they watched him die!

They couldn't do that, that wasn't fair!

Another car pulling up caught Brittney's attention and she looked over to see a car she hadn't seen pull into the drop-off lane before: Shermie's old SUV. Trip and Van followed her gaze, just in time to see Mabel step onto the sidewalk from the SUV, followed by Misao–who'd dyed her hair from its purple with white streaks to red that faded into orange at the ends. Dipper walked around the back and joined them.

Trip goggled at the sight of the Pines Twins, in disbelief. "What?!"

Van sputtered, questioning his own eyes. "Why are they here?!"

Brittney's mouth hung agape, like she'd seen ghosts.

Not noticing them immediately, Dipper placed his hands on his hips and smiled as he looked at their new school. "Well, here we are, Echo Creek Academy."

Misao nodded. "It is very… suburban?"

Like the school buildings she'd see on American TV shows, even. She looked over at the sign of the school, and the statue next to it. "Is that a giant rat?"

"Oh my gosh, it's Otis the Opossum!" Mabel cried out before she ran over and hugged the statue.

Misao tilted her head to one side. "Why is there a statue of an opossum?"

Dipper looked down at her. "He's the school mascot."

There were worse animals to have as mascots, but this one was baffling to the German. "A strange choice."

She looked to her left, and frowned. "Oh no."

Dipper looked. "What is–oh."

He spotted the Vanderhoffs. The curly-haired blonde was shaking where he stood, his face flushed as red as the murderous fire in his eyes. At the object of his intense hatred and source of his humiliation, he raised a finger and stabbed the air with it.

"You!"

Dipper's scowl illustrated his displeasure as he faced Trip. "Wow, you actually go here."

"What are you doing here?!"

Dipper was in no kind of mood. "Going to school?"

Trip shook his head, slowly, and waved his finger at Dipper. "Oh no, no, no… you are not going to my school, and ruining my reputation!"

Dipper folded his arms, his gaze flicking between Trip and his much tougher older brother. "I don't care and I don't have time for your crap. So leave me, my sister, and my friends alone."

Trip, further incensed, stepped up to him. "You don't have friends. You won't have friends! You won't have anything when I am through with you, Pine Tree! Not for what you did to me!"

Dipper was not intimidated. "Is that a threat?"

"It's a promise!" Trip shouted back.

Right on the tail end of that shout, Marco and Star walked over straight from their school bus. Marco's hands were buried in his hoodie pocket, and his expression was darkening as he reached Dipper's side.

"Hey, I bet you two have better places to be than here or on the ground," he warned the Vanderhoffs.

Star said nothing but smiled brightly as she tossed her wand to herself in casual fashion–the hearts on her cheeks replaced with grey skulls.

Not wanting any of what Star could dish out, Van dropped the tough muscle act, and grabbed Trip by his shoulder. "Come on bro, it's not worth it."

Furious, but helpless to stop his stronger brother from pulling him back to the family car, Trip yelled at Dipper. "I will wipe you out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on the face of this Earth, Pine Tree! Mark my flipping words"

Van yanked Trip back and threw him into the back of their car, and shouted to Dudley. "Take us around to the back entrance!"

"At once sir." Dudley serenely smiled as he closed the door behind his charges.

As the Vanderhoffs left, Dipper shook his head in disgust. "I'll still take him over Gideon."

Cuddling Otis, Mabel laughed. "Oh ho ho, yeah."

Dipper looked at her. "Mabel, stop hugging the opossum."

"But I love him!"

Star looked up at Dipper. "Are you gonna be all right?"

Dipper waved his hand back and forth. "Those two do not scare me."

Marco drew his hands out of his hoodie, watching the Vanderhoff car pull around the corner. "Him and his brother, I swear. It feels like the richer you are, the more terrible a person you are to everyone around you."

Mabel relented from cuddling Otis, and instead cuddled Misao. "Well it's not everyone!"

Misao giggled. "Ah, Mabel!"

Star was affronted. "Marco, I'm a princess and I'm not terrible!"

"Yeah, Star's great! Get in on this hug, girl!"

Star hugged Misao and Mabel, trapping the shorter girl between them. "Friendship group hug~!"

Marco shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, but two out of six isn't good."

Dipper was disappointed. Bad enough they had to deal with monsters. "There's more of them?"

"Sure, besides those two clowns there's Brittney Wong and Jeremy Birnbaum," Marco's tone shifted to a gravel-filled snarl as he spoke that accursed name. "Both are objectively terrible."

Dipper frowned. "What's with Jeremy?"

"He's an eight year old who keeps beating Marco in Karate," Star said.

Dipper looked at Marco, confused. "Dude, really?"

Macro was offended that Star would diminish his eternal contempt for Jeremy. "That's not the only reason he's terrible!"

Mabel pointed ahead of her. "Hey, is that Brittney?"

Brittney was still there, still agape, staring at the lot of them.

Misao looked at Star and Mabel, then at Marco and Dipper. "Ah… is she okay?"

Mabel followed Brittney's line of gaze to Dipper, and gestured to him. "She's probably stunned by how hot this giant nerd is."

Dipper's face broke into a pale blush. "Mabel!"

Marco was not used to her expression being something other than contempt for all of creation. "Uh, Brittney? Are you doing all right?"

His voice broke the spell cast on her, and she went from gobsmacked to glaring in the blink of an eye.

"None of your business, Barfo! Hmph!" She whipped her hair as she turned her back to the whole group and marched off.

Marco snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "Yeah, see that? She's been that way since Freshman year. I don't even know what I did to her."

Star looked at Marco. "Oh I bet she called you that because you almost puked on her party bus all those times, remember? Huh? Remember the party bus, and how all the rolling and turning, and rocking made you really motion sick?"

He turned green as he remembered. "Y-yeah."

"Whoa, you too?" Dipper asked. "If you like I can give you some tips on how to deal with it."

Marco's nausea fell away. "What do you do for it?"

"Simple stuff, just focus on something that isn't moving or count backwards from a high number. If you're just riding in a car, close your eyes and just relax."

"I know about that."

"Oh, uh… have you tried ginger?"

No Marco had not. "What does that do?"

"Well it's really simple biology, you see-" Dipper was cut short by the bell ringing.

"Hold that thought til later," Marco said, and he turned to Star. "Let's get to class, Star!"

"Coming~!" Star called, cartwheeling after him.

Mabel, her hand to her lips, giggled. "We gotta get our classes and get Misao registered, Dipper. Wipe your mouth and come on!"

As she and Misao went ahead, Dipper flushed and stomped after her. "Mabel, what the heck?!"

Brittney watched the group leave. Her scowl was gone, reduced to a frown and an uncharacteristically furrowed brow. Like everyone else who saw it, an especially timid-looking girl with short hair pulled into a ponytail was concerned. It wasn't like Brittney Wong to be so… worried about something.

"Uh, Brittney? Are you okay?"

Brittney whirled around on the girl. "Uh, hello, Sabrina? Did you not see?"

She looked back again at the school's doors. "That was…"

A/N: Being a bully has some pretty nasty consequences. Let's hope Trip and Van have learned their lesson and won't escalate their conflict with... oh who am I kidding?