Pacifica ran.
She didn't know where she was running, all she knew was that she had to get away from the disaster at the Mystery Shack, away from Dipper's shattered family, away from what had to be the worst timeline yet.
That, and she was pretty sure someone was following her.
She had first noticed him outside of Greasy's diner, nothing more than a silhouette and a blur of movement. As she kept moving, she caught more and more glimpses of the stalker: Goggles, a bald head, an unflattering gray tracksuit….oh no.
Thus began a stalker chase straight out of a horror movie. Pacifica would double back, take random turns, duck into alleyways, even dive into the disgustingly public pool, but somehow this Blendin guy knew her every move!
"Duh, of course he does! He's from the future! But he's not the only time traveller here."
Pacifica readied her tape.
"Stop in the name of the-AAAH! My Eyes!"
And also her pepper spray.
"Alright Blar-Blar, what do you want?"
"My name is Blendin." The baby-man in question corrected, struggling against his makeshift bonds."I'm an agent with the Time Paradox Correction Squadron, and you have been charged with illegal resets, time machine theft, unauthorized stable time loop creation, and several counts of illegal quotations!" I am under orders to confiscate your faulty time tape and-"
"Yeah, I don't care about-wait, faulty?" Pacifica pulled out the tape in question. "Reserve power draining, " its output screen read in flashing red text. "14 jumps remaining."
"Look," Blendin started. "Against all the odds, you managed to create a good thing here. You stood up to your parents, all the important rich people are still alive, and the chance of an apocalypse is down to zero! Are you really gonna risk messing that up for one kid?"
"Yes, yes I am."
"Arrgh! You did it again! I'll find you!"