Okay, So I am filling up chapters for this fiction rather fast. I put a poll up on pat re on, it is obviously public, so you can go view and vote. But if you don't have or want an account there, you can pm your vote to me, and I will keep track on my physically written poll.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=Right after last time=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Dipper began to walk off towards Northwest manor, taking a second to look off to the side where he spotted Gideon.

The boy was staring at him, wide eyed, the fear easy for anyone to see.

Dipper thought back to a couple runs that he helped the boy, more specifically the run where he had a proper talk with the boy that time in the restaurant.

He had talked with the boy, and instead of acting uncomfortable and doing his best to get out of there as quickly as possible, or just sitting down and forcing the boy to bend to his will.

He explained things from Mabel's perspective, and helped the boy realize his mistakes. The thing that set him as low threat, especially when it came to Preston.

His meeting with Gideon was early enough that he could save the boy. Through fear or reason, Gideon was easy to save.

Dipper watched as Priscilla and Pacifica followed him, Mabel hadn't let go of his arm. The officers, Blub and Durland, took care to clean up the mess.

Dipper took notice of the shocked looks he received, and even some of fear. The teens he hung out with were mostly of shock, though Tambry was still using her phone.

Probably posting how a 12-year-old girl knocked out two buff bouncers, before stopping a bullet midair.

Tambry hated gore and avoided posting bloody things. She would cut the video after he stopped the bullet before posting it.

Dipper turned his attention to the widow and Pacifica.

Priscilla was an iffy subject. The woman was just a beaten dog that wanted to avoid the newspaper. Preston had even hit her when she had given him a daughter.

Sadly, when that happened and the woman walked off, she was lost in thought to the point she had fallen down the stairs and was unable to have children after.

Dipper never found any records of what Preston actually did to her, so he never found out how bad he was towards his wife. He just knew that Preston was angry when he found out his wife had a daughter, and again when he found out she wouldn't be having more kids.

Priscilla didn't write down what happened, and neither did Preston. She wanted to forget; he didn't want a record of the abuse.

Priscilla had turned into her mother-in-law after that, a silent trophy wife.

Priscilla was someone that was evil by association and inaction.

Dipper never took much pleasure in hurting the woman, but he was unable to fully forgive the woman.

Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica, and Priscilla finally made it to the manor, that Dipper was now claiming.

Neither girl really knew what was going to happen, too afraid to fight against the boy that waved his hand and deflected a bullet.

Pacifica looked at the boy, and in all seriousness, had trouble hating him for killing her father.

People might come off as too scared to say it, but her father had lost his cool far too easily. He would just rant and insult people that he hated behind closed doors. He had one hell of a poker face, to the point of just gritting his teeth and ignoring things he hated while in public.

For her father to have pulled his gun on the boy, proved that there were things she and her mother did not see happening. And when the boy that smirked at the man while he pulled out a gun commonly claims to know everything.

The boy knew he had a gun, he knew he was going to pull it out if he sang that song, and he knew the man would fire it.

Dipper would also know who he was before he ever came to Gravity Falls and would know how to avoid gaining the man's ire. Dipper had planned this from the very beginning.

But to what ends? She had no clue.

Dipper watched as Pacifica pieced together several things, and just stared at him. So he chose to end their little confrontation.

"Well, I guess I should explain a thing or two. The contract that Preston signed, the one he shot at me over. It gives me some of his property."

Priscilla and Pacifica both fidgeted as he said that. Both looking around at the house they stood in, the same thought on their mind.

Dipper cleared his throat to get their attention on him. "I don't plan on throwing you out of my mansion if that is what you're thinking." Both girls sighed, having expected the boy to claim the property of the mansion. "I own ten pieces of Property that belonged to Preston. This mansion, the mudflap factory, as well as a couple other pieces that I will be taking. I don't even need to use all ten to be honest. Though now, because I claimed ownership of Preston's safety vault, this mansion, as well as everything that's in it, now belongs to me."

While Priscilla looked confused over that, Pacifica actually glared. "So he placed his proof of ownership over everything into a single vault, and ownership of the vault, gives you ownership over everything we own."

Dipper nodded. "There are also two papers in there that you two will really hate."

Dipper had walked off, the three girls following him. As they made it to Preston's office, Dipper opening the vault behind the family portrait as if he owned it for years, shifted through the papers, showing two to Pacifica.

After reading them and glaring, wishing she was strong enough to rip the lamination to pieces. "How can you place proof of ownership over people?"

Dipper sighed. "It was more common in the olden days, when people would sell others as slaves. It was common to see people of color be treated like property. Today, it is hidden well, but you can find some in this age that will write up contracts like this. You were too young to consent, so he just needed your legal guardian's signature. Your mother unknowingly signed one when she signed up to be the prize for that yacht race."

Both girls just stared in shock, neither had known about this. And now, they were owned by a twelve-year-old. Dipper closed the vault, locking it as he walked away.

Mabel followed him as Pacifica noticed he never took the contracts back. "Hey, why did you leave these out?"

Dipper sighed as he shook his head. "I don't practice slavery. Rip them up, throw em in a shredder, or just hold onto them yourselves. I don't care. I told you before, I don't plan on throwing the two of you out on the street."

A butler came into the room, and being as professional as he was, only the best as Preston would say, he addressed Dipper. "Master Pines, your great uncle has come to check on you after the incident in the town square."

Dipper nodded, thanked the man by name, and went to explain things to Stan.

If he noticed the butler's shiver from being addressed by name without introducing himself, he ignored it.

The two blonds also shivered at how easily Dipper slipped into the role of head of house. Both were a bit uneasy how well the boy could traverse the place. He walked with everyone following him, never asking for directions.

Priscilla shivered as she stared at her contract, reading it thoroughly. There was nothing she could do to stop anyone who got their hands on this thing. She had always been merely a toy for Preston.

She had thought he truly did love her at first, he did plenty to show it. They were happy at first, but after Pacifica, he started to go down. He always called them winners, and when she won, he would act like a man so in love, she felt like newlyweds again.

She never joined a competition she knew she couldn't win, she never bit off more than she could chew, but things she knew she could win were rather few.

Pacifica also read over the contract. Realizing why her father got away with so much throughout her life. Because he had turned her into property rather than a daughter. She was comparable to a toy that he dressed up and allowed to be paraded around town to show off.

Pacifica and Priscilla were honestly a bit broken now. Pacifica and Priscilla both left the office, realizing the servants were taking down the Northwest family portraits, preparing the walls for portraits of the new owners of the mansion.

One picture was an inflated picture of the twins and Stan. It had the old man giving Dipper a noogy while Mabel made a silly face. Priscilla went off to her room, most likely to contemplate everything she just learned. Pacifica had asked the closest servant where Dipper had gone.

When the man just said he was speaking with his family in the greeting room, before walking off as he went about his other duties, was a big contrast to his usual drop everything and obey her.

Pacifica had never been particularly mean to any of the help, but she didn't go out of her way to be friendly either.

If her father was alive, they may have taken great pleasure in throwing the man out.

Speaking of, in a couple timelines, Dipper allowed them to have that satisfaction.

Pacifica found Dipper, Mabel, and Stan each sitting down and enjoying some drinks. Pacifica noticed an extra drink.

"You going to join us, or just stand there staring?"

Pacifica looked over the three, Dipper being the one to speak, she hadn't noticed how long she stood at the entrance to the door.

Pacifica was at a loss on what to do. She wanted to join them for some drinks. When a butler stepped up to speak quietly with Dipper, he nodded and said to 'bring them here'.

Not long after, the teens that hung out with the twins were brought into the room. A maid had brought in drinks for the guests, though with how she looked shocked when she saw all them there, you could tell Dipper had her prep them before the teens got there and the maid had thought it was just a boy ordering her for no reason other than to make her make drinks that were gonna be wasted.

Well, she learned her lesson for doubting the boy.

Dipper recalled doing this on several occasions when he both ran or lived here. With or without Preston.

It was a cool party trick Dipper did to impress the man. Dipper had become a butler for Pacifica on some runs, and every time Preston had guests, Dipper would walk in with freshly made drinks that they wanted just as they sat down.

It kind of freaked some out, how the boy knew what they wanted. Preston had even got to the point of never speaking up, and depending on how often he wanted things, the man didn't even have to snap his fingers.

The man had gone an entire week without speaking once. Dipper was the perfect butler.

The time he was hired as a maid was just as interesting. Dipper managed to avoid every single time Preston tried to feel her up, somehow knowing when and how he was going to try.

The man died of a heart attack that timeline when he caught her with his daughter just after Pacifica found out she was going to be married off to some prick.

Dipper has experienced plenty of lifetimes, and as he said, his favorite thing to do is figure out new ways to kill Preston.

Playing games with Bill is a close second though.

Thinking about that, brought Dipper's thoughts to our favorite flying demonic Dorito (auto corrects always caps it).

Dipper has come to see Bill as his true rival. Unlike Wendy, who is his heroic foil, Bill would come along and after a single meeting, decide how to join the fun. Dipper knows everything, because he has experienced everything, to the point the lifetimes he did similar things started to blur into a single life.

He might remember the one time he was a butler, but that was because he blurred the learning lifetimes into it. He had to go through one or two lives learning how to be a proper butler, and then a lifetime of being ordered around and what to get by people. The next life, he would just do the stuff without being ordered to do it. Coming off as perfect on his first try, when in fact, it was more like the tenth go through.

But Bill debunked it all. Bill was someone that could see everything. He saw what Dipper was doing and joined in on the fun and tried to torture the boy at first.

Until Dipper cast a spell that rewrote his own existence to be immune to Bill's powers. Bill even started to see him as an equal, they even bonded over how boring being normal was.

And then, Dipper had a brilliant idea. Bill could join him.

Bill frowned over the idea at first, until he realized what it all implied.

Bill and Dipper came to the agreement, that it would be more fun to make a game of it. Especially after Dipper's first run throughs as villains.

Bill started to be the force of light that 'predicted' his appearance and guided the 'heroes' in their journey to save the town. He didn't always do it; he sometimes joined Dipper and play the role of mini bosses when the boy had everything under control for both sides.

Bill did enjoy going Rita Repulsa when he went Zordon.

Dipper turned his attention back to the teens as they nearly ignored their drinks in favor of asking him about what he did back on the stage. He did notice they each had taken the antidotes.

Dipper laughed. "I did nothing but defend myself from a bullet. Preston is the one that gambled his property away to me."

Pacifica flinched at the wording, Mabel was sitting next to her, and rubbed her shoulder.

Wendy looked at the girl. "So, Northwest Manor is now Pines Manor?"

Dipper chuckled. "I was actually thinking Mystery Manor, until I realized that Stan wouldn't know what to do with all the space. And before anyone ask, because I see you all taking glances, Pacifica and Priscilla will still be living here as they need. I don't plan on kicking anyone out."

Pacifica jumped slightly, noticing she was half done with her drink and hadn't even spoken up.

Dipper smiled at her when she looked at him. Dipper had to give his parents a call and invite before the night ended.

Dipper was about to take another drink when a butler walked over and whispered to him. Dipper nodded as he turned to Pacifica. "I think you should go talk with your mother; Welkins just told me she was in her room."

What Dipper didn't say, was that Priscilla had just tried to hang herself. Of course, he had a butler do something in the room just as the woman was going to do the deed, so someone was there to stop her.

Apparently, ripping apart a woman's perspective of her entire existence was not good for her mental health.

Said butler was annoyed when the boy told him to do something at a specific time, in a specific room, nearly half an hour ago. But his professionalism kept him from questioning him, and just doing as he was told. The butler would never question the boy again after he walked in on his old mistress kicking the chair out from under her.

Suddenly, being told to go remove the chairs and desks from the room didn't seem like a bad idea.

Pacifica went, and a maid walked in just in time to watch Pacifica walk out, leaving half a cup of the tea she was drinking.

She had to take a deep breath when she realized why master Pines told her to come into the room at this time, to check for refills and grab Pacifica's cup.

The staff was beginning to be creeped out by how the boy knew to tell them their orders in advance and be a hundred percent accurate, because Lee, Nate, and Wendy each needed a refill.

Stan had never even imagined what coming into this mansion was like. He had dreams of grandiose when he was young, but that was the roguish swashbuckler kind of rich.

He never expected to be sitting in a room like this, especially when he came storming over after barely hearing the rumor that Preston pulled a gun on his nephew.

Which reminds him, he has to call Soos and explain things.

And with that, everyone decided to question about the house, considering Dipper stopped answering questions.

They got a little tour; Dipper had wondered off at some point with a couple butlers.

He had said something about dealing with a hidden room or two. Mabel had even went so far as to pick a room for herself. Though she had to wait till the tour was over before she could go and decorate it.

They got to see where everything was, and they were shown each room, including which one was Pacifica's which the butler informed them Dipper said to leave alone. The teens were about to ask why he even had to mention it, until they noticed Mabel was mumbling about how she would decorate it to help cheer her new friend up, even mentioning a party she could throw for the girl.

Mabel understood that Preston was evil, the man pulled a gun on her brother for just singing, and he even punched him. Dipper had walked around as if nothing was wrong, but the boy had a black and purple nose ever since, and that did not look pleasant. Stan even flinched when he first saw it.

Being a girl when he was punched kind of made it worse, considering they are easier to bruise. But after seeing her brother sit up while blood dripped down his face, will be something that haunts her for a bit.

Love him she may, but you can't ignore a look like that very easily.

The butler had pointed out the room that belonged to Preston and Priscilla, barely glancing as they moved on. Though there was a bit of crying in there if they listened closely.

As the tour came to an end, the butler informed them that Dipper said they may visit whenever, the gates wouldn't be fully closed from now on.

The teens went home, promising to visit a lot. Tambry had gotten plenty of pics and videos of the mansion, Lee and Nate even pulled their tour guide into some, almost making the man smile when they included the man in some goofing off.

Obviously, the teens were trying their best to ignore what happened in the town square.

There were some news crews, that being both Toby Determined and Sandra Jimenez. Both looking to get the 'scoop' about what happened.

Dipper had told the servants to not tell them anything and not allow them in. Dipper also went about and fixed the methods they could have used to get in.

The butler that had to check the specific tree at specific intervals throughout the hour, was baffled at first, until Toby fell out and ran screaming home.

Dipper had told the man he didn't want to know more than he will find out.

The butler silently thanked the boy.

As the night proceeded, Mabel had gotten help from a couple of butlers to help move into the mansion, seeing as it was going to be her new home if what Dipper said would be true.

Dipper had set up the 'hidden' room as more of a private study, while he allowed Pacifica to decide what to do with the paintings.

Pacifica found the secret lab by following Dipper, before he told her to just enter so they could talk.

Pacifica was at a lost for once. She had to know what the boy's angle was. She had to figure out why the boy would do something to get rid of her father, who's funeral was in a couple days.

Dipper had even been nice enough to have the head butler, that had served even under her grandparents, set up the funeral like it was supposed to be. Her father, the man that called his hired thugs to assault him, broke his nose, and even shot at him.

The man this boy had taken everything from, before making him take his own life.

Dipper was treating that man with a little respect. She and her mother had mourned his loss in her room, even though he was a bit abusive, and even had slave contracts for them, he did have small sparks of being a good man.

As long as they won, as long as they were perfect, he was nice.

But a single loss, and he would no longer show that tiny spark. The man was never happy for them, he only cared that he and his family were superior to others.

Both had admitted to small sparks of happiness when the man was gone, but both were still greatly hurt that they couldn't get the person they wanted.

Dipper turned to her as he spoke. "Preston is not someone I will apologize for letting die."

Pacifica stared at the boy, wanting to be angry, wanting to demand answers. But she figured he already had the questions. So she waited for answers.

"Preston was raised poorly; he would never be satisfied with what you or your mother could give him. He may not have been willing to lower himself to taking the 'help' of maids that he paid for the housekeeping, he wasn't above taking a maid that was particularly good at her job.

Did you know he cheated on your mom with two other women? Admittedly, they were gold diggers and were hoping to get money out of it, but he still did it."

Pacifica had remembered a maid like that. She had been good at the job, so good in fact, her father never complained about her. Before she disappeared.

Well, now she knew why.

Dipper smiled as he stepped towards her. "I know everything, and something I haven't even told Mabel, is how I know everything."

Pacifica held her breath, expecting a big reveal. Dipper chuckled. "No, I won't be telling you that, but I will tell you a different secret."

Pacifica pouted at the boy, clearly being disappointed that he wouldn't answer that question. Though, from his sister's rambling, she did know that that was a clearer answer than she ever got.

"I know plenty about Preston, and I also know that he was never going to get better. He wasn't nice, and if you ever came across someone you couldn't win against, like me for example." Dipper brushed his fingertips over her covered bruise. "Things like this would grow worse for every loss."

Pacifica was left confused, and slightly scared. Looking into the boy's eyes however, left her slightly flustered. She questioned how a simple gleam in his eyes could leave her breathless.

"You are perfect, you know? Your father would have drowned that in pressure and expectations. I wouldn't be able to have you if I left things like they are supposed to be."

Pacifica widened her eyes from what she heard, before blushing as Dipper leaned forward and gave her a simple peck on the lips.

"I will never forgive a man for harming my soulmate in anyway."

Pacifica's heart fluttered as she felt her stomach do flips. Pacifica wound up walking off to her room, noticing Mabel putting stuff into a room near her own.

Mabel pulled the girl inside as she started to ask her all sorts of questions, mostly questions that she and her mother talked about.

As Mabel went about dealing with her things, she was making sure Pacifica was okay with everything. The brunette was doing her best to remain cheerful, but Pacifica could see it in her eyes.

Mabel needed someone to talk with, and Dipper was too busy.

Mabel also welcomed Pacifica into the group of Dipper's damsels and explained that if anyone put a frown on her face, Dipper would rip them apart.

Mabel had told Pacifica about what her brother said his type was, and Pacifica even wound-up telling Mabel he called her his soulmate.

Both girls now had ammo to tease the boy with, and they also had a partner. What they didn't know, was that they weren't going to get to tease Dipper about his love life for a bit.

Because what was going to happen in the next couple days would catch even Dipper off guard.

Because the next day, after Dipper had gotten Priscilla to join them for breakfast, he found out the woman had read a bit of a familiar journal, this one being Preston's and not Ford's thankfully.

But it was Preston's personal journal, the one that the man didn't allow Priscilla to read.

Dipper wouldn't find out till the morning after, but Priscilla had talked with his parents, in their room, all night long. and into the morning, having skipped breakfast.

The kids went to check on their parents, Dipper and Mabel heard the sounds, so they were spared from seeing anything. They had to catch Pacifica and spill the beans when she looked slightly panicked when they found her running towards their parent's room to get help finding her mother.

None of them wanted to talk about it.

Dipper now knew where he got his stamina from during those harem runs now at least.

No wonder they had twins after their honeymoon.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Ending it here=-=-=-=-=-=

I need a day or two to revaluate how the rest of the episodes will go. The end of summer will be where I end this one, as more of a season one at least.

Yup, I plan on going further with this story than just one summer, but it will have a bit of an alternate summer vibe.

Might feel a bit more like Groundhog Day if I'm not careful. I haven't seen that movie, but I have seen the memes and clips. It looks like something I would enjoy.

But I do look forward to finishing this story and moving on to 'Season Two' I hope you all enjoy where I go with it.

I also posted a poll about a spinoff for this story on pat re on. You will need a pat re on account if you want to vote over there, but if you don't have one and don't want to make one, you can pm me your votes.

As I said, nothing I do that involves this site, will be hidden behind a paywall. So if you don't have and don't want a profile over there, I will keep track of votes through reviews and PMs.

So I hope to hear everyone's opinions on that.

I just realized, I was working on my Many Pine Trees story, and wound up finishing another chapter for this one…

I feel like I am picking a favorite child, and it's making me feel bad, because I love both of them.