Day 95:

Dipper dropped his bags in his room. They had finished their EVP class at Pennsylvania Eastern State Penitentiary. He had passed with an -A. Now they were moving onto the next location and next class, or in Dipper's case, two classes at the Lizzie Borden House. Here he, along with the other students, were going to study reasons for hauntings. He was doing his own, independent study, on why ghosts harm the living (as several ghosts in this house were known for scratching people). Hence he was placed in probably the most dangerous room, the room of Lizzie Borden herself. At least he had the room to himself this time.

Dipper began unpacking as he looked at his watch. It was 9:30 a.m. He could call Pacifica, but she was probably still asleep. The further along her pregnancy went, the later she slept, which was fine by him. She needed rest, and when she was asleep she wasn't worried about her stalker. There hadn't been anymore incidences. Perhaps Stan being there had scared the dude off. Stan was an intimidating man, and even though he hadn't lived in Gravity falls for seven years he still had quite the repuation amongst the townsfolk.

As Dipper put his clothes away he came across the bags of goodies he'd bought while in Philadelphia. While most of his classmates went out drinking, clubbing, or gambling, he'd spent most of his time at a popular shopping mall. He didn't really have time to play around in bars, clubs, or casinos. He had a baby to get ready for, and he never was really a fan of loud, crowded places. Also, he was married, and those places, especially when accompanied with the wrong kind of crowd, would just get him in trouble. Not that he would ever have eyes for anyone other than Pacifica, that didn't mean other women wouldn't have an eye for him. Especially when alcohol was involved. And again, he wasn't a fan of being squished in a crowd of drunk, sweaty, rowdy people he didn't know. That was Mabel's cup of tea, not his.

His time at the mall had been productive, though. He'd gotten Pacifica a five pairs of black maternity leggings, three maternity sweaters: one red, one navy, and one gray. He'd also gotten her two long button down blouses, one pink and one denim that she could wear with the leggings. These clothes were all plain, but he did that on purpose. PAcifica was picky, so he wasn't going to pick out anything with patterns, or ruffles, or any other decoration without her input.

For the baby he'd gotten a set of unisex (as they still did not know the gender) bibs with sheep on it, a stuffed sheep with a secuity blanket attached to it, a pack of blankets, with bears on it, a tiny bathrobe, and a set of plain white onesies, mittens, socks, and hats. He also got a long stuffed catepillar with a letter of the alphabet written on each section of it's body, an inflatable baby bathtub that looks like a duck, and a wooden train.

His shopping and refusal to join in the rowdy pass times had gotten him kind of annexed from his classmates. George had even tried to start a rumor that he was secretly gay and picking up guys at the mall behind his wife's back. That didn't work out well for George because, well, Dipper was not gay, and even if he was there were much better places to go and try to mingle with gay men, such as the gay bar right next to the casino George and the other's often visited. If Dipper was gay, why did he insist on staying behind instead of tagging along…?

Yeah, Geroge was an annoying pain in the butt, but at least he was a stupid pain in the butt. Which turned out to be a good thing, as he had also tried to make it look like there were lines of cocaine hidden under Dipper's bed. Thankfully, he'd been too dumb or too scared to get actual cocaine, and had instead used sugar from the coffee shop downstairs. Even Lazy Susan could have seen it was fake. Their professor thought it was just a joke. Dipper, on the other hand, knew what was up but had chosen to let it go. He didn't want to make things worse.

As Dipper finished unpacking, he looked up the files that his professor had shared with him on his laptop. The first class was to bgein that day at 12:00 sharp, so he needed to go ahead and print off the work packets. He was not going to wait until 11:30, because everyone would try to print their stuff off then, and there was only one printer in the whole house, in the main office. He didn't want to fight off people for a printer. Opening the last of the files, he headed downstairs. He slipped into the office, plugged in his laptop, and hit print. He immediately got an error sign.

"Low ink. Hm…"

Apparently someone, or several someone's, got to the printer before he did. He searched around for more ink. As he kneeled down to look through the cabinet, he found a stack of ink cartridges. As he picked some up he noticed two pieces of paper that had slipped under the cabinets. He grabbed them, thinking they were pages from someone else's work packets. Dipper replaced the ink, hit print on his computer, then looked at the two pieces of paper he'd found to see if he could track down who was missing a few pages fr-

"WHAT?" Dipper raged. These weren't work packet pages. They were pictures of Pacifica. What's worse, they WERE pictures of him and Pacifica, but he'd been cropped out. One was even a day of their wedding! Dipper's hands shook as he stormed out of the office and back up the stairs.

"SHAW!" he screamed. All of his classmates poked their heads out of their rooms as Dipper stormed to George's room he shared with Drew. He threw the door open, startling both of it's inhabitants.

"What on-" George stuttered.

"What the hell is this!?" Dipper thundered as he held up the pictures.

George shrugged. "I dunno."

"Why are you printing off pictures of my wife!?"
"How do you know it was me?" George asked.

"Because you're the only one here who has tried to make move in on my wife, I've had to involve the professors because of you, so who else would it be?"

George shrugged. "Doesn't mean it was me. Besides, what's it matter, their just pictures."

"Pictures of my WIFE! Who no one here except for me hasmet, and therefore, should not have pictures of her. Furthermore, this one," Dipper held up the offending piece of paper. "Is of us on our WEDDING DAY and I've been cropped out! How do y'think this is gonna make me feel, you creep!?"

"Not my fault some folks don't like to look at your ugly mug," George shrugged. "Still can't prove it was me."

"Oooooh," Dipper hissed. "Y'know what! You wanna go? 'Cuz I don't mind stepping outside for a little while."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"NOOOOO!" the professor yelled as he rushed into the room. "Let's not do that, what's going on?"

Dipper explained the situation.

"Well," The professor rubbed his head. "I'm afraid George is right, Dipper, you do not have any actual proof that it was him who printed off the pictures."

"But-"

"I'm sorry. And I cannot allow either of you to engage in a physical altercation, if you do, I'll have to kick you out of this trip."

Dipper fumed as he stompedout of the room. He couldn't be kicked out. He need to complete this. He rushed back to the office, collected his things, and locked himself in his room. He went onto all of his and Pacifica's social media pages. They'd all been set on private, and neither of them were friends with George. Where had he-

Mabel.

Both of these were pictures Mabel was tagged in and she kept all her stuff public because she likes making new friends. Dipper grabbed his phone and called his sister.

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"I'm so sorry, bro, bro!" Pacifica heard Mabel crying from the livingroom. "I didn't think that-"

Pacifica stood up and walked to the livingroom. Why was Dipper calling Mabel at this time? And why'd she sound upset.

"I know, I know you've warned me. But I always thought I was the only one in danger. I didn't someone would be so thorough as to-well, of course I'm going to set everything to private from now on-I agree!-You think I'd do anything to put my little niece or nephew at risk?"

"What's going on?" Pacifica asked, voice shaking.

"GAH! Mabel fumbled with her phone as she jumped at the sound of Pacifica's voice. "Oh, hey Pazzy. Nothing's wrong just-"

"Mabel. Mabel. MABEL!" Dipper's voice yelled on the phone.

"Blah! Oh, yeah bro? Yes Pacifica's here-What? Are you su-Well, okay…"

Mabel handed the phone to Pacifica. "Dipper wants to talk to you."

Pacifica took the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Princess."

"Dipper, what's going on?"

Dipper took a deep sigh. He didn't want to tell Pacifica what had happened. This was the last thing she needed, but she had to know. Keeping this a secret would not help either of them. He explained the situation.

"So, you're saying I now have TWO stalkers!?"
"I'm not sure if he's doing this because of you, or because he's mad at me," Dipper said. "He's been out to get me ever since I turned him into the professor. Even tried saying I was cheating on you with a dude."

"Well, I hope it was at least a cute rich dude," Pacifica tried to joke, but Dipper could tell she was still scared.

"Hey, I'll get to the bottom of this," Dipper said. "Don't worry about it. I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"It's not me I'm worried about. I'm miles away from this guy. You on the other hand…"

"I'll be fine. But while we're on the subject, has the other guy showed up again?"

"No, not since Stan go here," Pacifica answered.

"Good." Dipper checked his watch. "I've got to get to class. I'll talk to you soon."

"Okay, be careful," Pacifica said.

"I will be. I love you."

"I love you too."

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"Problem."

Preston sighed as the mesage caem through. "What is it?"

"Well, good news first. I got him pissed, and I mean PISSED!"

"Good!"

"Problem is, it was over me printing off pictures of his wife."

"I told you to keep his focus OFF of her!"

"I tried other things! I tried shoving him around and just getting in his way whenever I could! I tried planting fake drugs under his bed! I even started a rumor that he was secretly gay and cheating on his wife with a man! None of it worked! The only thing that seems to get him really riled up is if someone goes after his wife!"

Preston rubbed his chin. The boy was more smitten that he'd previously thought.

"Oh, but if he fights me he'll get kicked out."

"Good! Get him to do that!" Preston replied before going over to his other henchman.

"And?"

"She's still got he wrinkly old body guard following her everywhere. Can't get close to her."

Preston nodded as he thought. "Prehaps we should try a more subtle approach…"