HAT: Yup, this isn't over. Enjoy your reading.
"Dipper I swear to god-!"
There are two sets of feet pounding down the steps. Pacifica has her sights set on Dipper who got a good lead by shutting the door in her face as he fled the room with her cellphone on hand.
"Good luck catching me!" Dipper shouts over his shoulder with an impish grin.
Before he can get much further the phone is plucked from his hand by Stanford who looks unamused by the whole situation. His indifferent gaze is bordering on questioning as he looks down at the boy.
"What's with all the racket?" Stanley demands as he enters the room in his work attire save for his jacket.
Pacifica glares over at the boy. "Dipper took my phone while I was texting Travis."
Two sets of brown eyes turn to Dipper who has his hands stuffed in his pocket with a scowl on his face.
"Well, Dipper? Any explanation?" Stanford asks.
"I just wanted to get her out of her room," he grumbles.
She rolls her eyes. "You could've just asked me!"
"No I couldn't! You've been stuck in there for weeks!"
Her teeth grind irritably as she tries to reign in her ever increasing temper. She has to remind herself that Dipper has her best intentions in mind, but despite being so smart he's incredibly stupid. With the temper she's had she'd have been likely to throttle him until-
"You could've just asked me," she finally says, annoyance seeming to be the only thing leaking from her voice.
"Asking hasn't worked," Dipper snaps back.
"That doesn't mean you can take my stuff!" Her electric eyes flash with danger that make shim immediately shy away.
"Whoa, easy there." Stanley stands between the two, shooting a concerned look towards Pacifica before turning a stern one on Dipper. "I don't think I need to tell you what you need to do."
Dipper shifts awkwardly. "'msorry, Pacifica."
She takes a calming breath and nods. "Forgiven."
"Dipper, you're with me in the giftshop. Wendy's off so you're covering for her."
A groan. "Grunkle Stan-"
A stern look.
"Fine."
Pacifica turns to go back up to her room and notices Stanford looking at her with an odd look in his eyes- the one usually reserved for supernatural creatures. "Yes Grunkle Ford?"
He shakes his head and turns towards the giftshop. "Nothing. I'll be in the lab if you need anything and can't get to Stan."
A nod before she rushes up the stairs with an irritable frown on her face. What is he not telling her? He's been staring at her weird for the past week. It's been weeks since her last panic attack and she feels fine... well as fine as a girl who is being haunted by her dead attacked can feel.
"What's up, squirt? Get your phone back?"
Pacifica scowls as she closes the door behind her and glares at Dan as he lounges on Mabel's bed- or rather just over it as there is no indent on the mattress. His eyes are a much less vibrant blue than in death... most of the time.
"Could you shut up? You're the reason I'm stuck up here all the time in the first place."
He grimaces. "Sorry about that."
She chunks the softest plushie at him and it goes through his head to hit the wall. He's apologized a dozen times, but it doesn't change anything. He attacked her and she killed him. He came back after she finally found some sense of normalcy after months of therapy. He wrecked her life beyond repair and only now that he's dead and unable to face consequences is he sorry.
"Careful, you don't want anyone coming up," Dan warns.
"Yeah, whatever," she scoffs as she falls back on her bed to stare at the ceiling.
I should dust, she thinks as she notices a cobweb in the rafters.
Anger pools hotly in her chest when Dan floats into her line of vision. "If I could murder you again, I would."
"No you don't," he says seriously, a frown on his face. "I don't you turning out like I did."
She closes her eyes and tries to reign in her temper again. Only when she is able to breath through the last dredges of her anger does she whisper, "I know..."
She doesn't want to be trapped inside of her mind watching some mockery of herself doing harmful things to others. If she doesn't control the temper, the beast of expers bestia is going to come out without her say. She supposes this is why Dan is here. To keep her from going down that path. Apparently he ignored his Guide thinking he could handle everything himself. How wrong he was.
His gaze turns sympathetic. "Let's try that meditation again."
"Fine," she groans, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing and relaxing every muscle in her body.
Her mind drifts to Dan and how she came to be at this point in her life...
HAT: Yup, we're still going. Long story short- if you didn't reread the last chapter's bottom author's note- is that the rewrite is going to be nothing like this one so I'm gonna have to finish this the way I originally intended. Joke's on me, I'll never finish anything it seems.
Stan: Chin up, HAT. You'll finish something eventually.
Hat: -_- Thanks... could you? I kinda got sh-stuff to do.
Stan: Please review everyone! It's gonna be an interesting ride.