Okay, nothing about this chapter has gone the way I wanted it to. The wait was too long, as was the chapter. At least I got it to a level I found acceptable though. Start the fic.
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Both Dipper and Pacifica stared at the newspaper on the table inside the RV.
"It is odd Pacifica, but are you sure he couldn't have just... I don't know, kept some money under his mattress or something? I mean Gruncle Stan had like fifty hiding places for money."
"No Northwest does that because it'd be too risky having the maid or the butler find it by accident and making off with it. No. I'm telling you, he had to have some type of supernatural help!"
Dipper stared at the newspaper harder. "Are you sure there isn't anyway he could have landed on his feet safely."
"No. I'm telling you Dipper, it just doesn't make sense. Even my father had no choice but to settle on becoming a warehouse manager, there is no reason for my cousin to be doing this well. By all accounts he should be in the poorhouse right now!"
Dipper rubbed his chin thought for a moment in silence before coming to a decision.
"Alright, you've convinced me."
"Really?"
She looked up from the newspaper at him with hope in her eyes.
"Yeah. You know him better than I do so if you say something funny is going on with him then I guess it's worth investigating."
"Great! Any theories on..."
"However," Dipper cut her off. "New York City is literally on the other side of the country, it would probably take months just to get there. So it's going to have to take a back seat in priorities."
"What? But..."
"The job has to come first Pacifica, but I promise we'll try and get there in between jobs."
Pacifica helplessly hung her shoulders. "I guess that'll have to do."
"For now why don't you grab a seat at the table and I'll put our new engine through it's paces."
Pacifica figured she might as well, she was more than ready to leave East Cadaverton. She sat down as Dipper moved to the driver's seat, the newspaper mocking her where it lay with it's mysteries.
"I know you did something. You dodged a magic bullet and I want to find out how!"
The RV started moving and Pacifica heard a loud *THUMP* on the roof, as if a branch just fell on top of it. She shrugged it off, it was probably nothing.
She silently cheered as they passed a sign which read 'Now Leaving East Cadaverton'.
"Good riddance to bad towns! Maybe now I can set up the sewing machine without worrying about Joe popping up out of nowhere."
The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful, Pacifica spent most of it making herself some baby blue buttoned pajamas. A bottom and a top. After that she immediately went to bed and slept a dreamless sleep.
The next morning Pacifica awoke to the sun shining in through the back window. Of course the brightness didn't bother her because Dipper had put in a curtain for the window beforehand so she wouldn't have to worry about any peeping toms. She appreciated the way he covered all his bases like that, it made her feel... secure. Yes, that was the word for it.
"Okay, time to see what Dipper is up to."
She dressed herself in the only actual clothes she bought herself yesterday, a white t-shirt, overall pants, and finally some steel toed boots. She did put her hair in a yellow scarf she had made from scratch. She had mixed feelings about the look, on one hand it gave her a rustic look that made her feel like some type of house painter, on the other hand it also gave her a down to earth feel which she felt was more honest given how she was living currently with her life.
The RV had been empty when she pulled back her curtain so she could only assume Dipper was outside. She walked pass the oven stove next to the couch and spotted Edna's 'spice rack' sitting parallel next to an actual spice rack. Dipper was usually pretty smart, but Pacifica had to question his logic on that one. Seemed like a mix up waiting to happen.
She opened the door to the outside and found that Dipper had parked them next to a river. The river itself was pretty wide but it didn't look like it was one of those fast running rivers but it was still teaming with life. There were lily pads (complete with flowers on them), plenty of duckweed, and even some reeds by the shoreline.
"Dipper? Are you alright? You seem out of breath."
"Yeah, its weird. I woke up like this if you can believe it. I guess I need to lay off the junkfood."
"So, why'd you stop us by a river?"
"Well you used up most of my goop yesterday so I need to resupply some more. And the only way to do that is to make it. I thought it would be a neat little treat if I taught you how to do that."
The idea did sound appealing, Pacifica was a little curious about how the goop was made and how it worked.
"Okay sounds like fun."
"Anyways, there's someone I want you to meet." He then slapped the surface of the river. "Brooke come on out! Wake up Sleepy Head!"
A large bubble of water floated out of the water and in to the air, this water soon started to sprout arms and legs and formed a slender torso. A head soon followed and then a face started to form. Before any private parts could form, a dress started to develop around the torso made of duckweed, lily flowers, and yes even the reeds on the bottom. Soon what was water became a flesh and blood human body complete with green dress.
She had clear see through hair but it was long enough to reach the small of her back. She appeared young but not overly so where she could be mistaken as an adolescent, a young adult at best. She also seemed in desperate need of a cup of coffee, such grogginess had only one cure. Yes she seemed tired, downright sleep deprived.
She landed back in the water without even making a splash and swam up to Dipper. She didn't really leave the water, resting on the riverbed, but she still met him face to face.
"Brooke this is Pacifica, she's my... compatriot. Pacifica this is my friend Brooke, she's a river nymph."
"What's a nymph?"
"Basically some part of nature in the area personified." explained Dipper.
"If it helps," chimed Brooke. "You can think of me as the spirit of this river."
"Would you like some coffee?" Pacifica couldn't stop herself from making the offer, the woman just seemed so tired.
"No, I want the exact opposite coffee."
Pacifica raised an eyebrow at her. "Huh?"
"You'll have to excuse her, Pacifica. Brooke suffers from extreme insomnia."
"Why?"
"Why does anyone suffer from insomnia? It could be any one of a thousand reasons!"
"Hey, still right here in front of you. Could you please not talk about me like I'm not here?"
"Right. Sorry Brooke. Anyways, I'm afraid it's that time again."
She smirked at him playfully. "Used it up already huh?"
"It was a doosy of an opponent, but don't worry I didn't forget about you." Dipper pulled out a small bag tied off at the top by some string. "Just remember, this is a bandaid solution at best. Not a cure."
"What is that?" asked Pacifica.
"Pixie dust." Dipper answered.
"Pixie dust? Like fly-me-off-to-Neverland-Peter-Pan kind of pixie dust?"
"No." Dipper and Brooke answered in unison.
"Pixie dust can put anything to sleep, like it or not. You get hit by it you're out like a light. Perfect solution for a nymph who suffers from extreme insomnia like I do." explained Brooke.
Dipper dug in to his right trench coat pocket and pulled out a regular empty jar and placed it in front of himself. Brooke looked at the bottle and then nodded at Dipper.
Brooke caressed the surface of the water with her hand, moving in rhythmic motions. She then swept the same hand in to the air before pointing it down in to the jar, from her fingers a strange fluid poured out. It looked like water but more solid.
"What is that? It reminds me of pudding skin!"
"Actually this stuff really doesn't have a name. Although I guess we could call it water skin." Brooke mused.
"Why not?" Dipper shrugged.
Brooke filled up the jar and then swam away backwards, floating in the water. "So are we done here?"
Dipper put a lid on the jar. "Yeah, I think we're good."
"Great!"
Then Brooke did something Pacifica had never seen anybody do. She smashed the bag against her face where it exploded in a pink sparkly cloud.
"Is she going to be okay?" Pacifica asked.
"Just watch."
As Brooke floated away asleep on her back her very being melted away in to the water.
"Wow! So is she...?"
"Asleep. You can chat more with her next time. Right now it's time for the next ingredient."
Pacifica sat in the RV and noticed Dipper still didn't seem quite right. He looked downright exhausted, she wasn't even sure he should be driving. Dipper had taken them to a camping park and even the forest park ranger said it looked like he could use some rest.
"Dipper, are you sure you're alright? We've been driving for an hour and you still seem tired."
"Yeah, I-I think I just need to switch back to caffeinated coffee. Hey! We're here!"
With the RV parked Pacifica got out to see nothing but pine trees surrounding them. "And exactly where is here? There's only pine trees here!"
"Yep. This is where we get out next ingredient. We need a pine tree but it has to be special, it can't be too tall or too short."
"That's too vague, Dipper! For all I know that could be anyone of these!"
"Just start searching, I'll let you know if you find a good one."
"A good one?"
"Who better to judge pine trees than a Pines?"
Pacifica went to the first tree she spotted, she didn't know what to look for. She didn't know what he wanted, this was all complete guess work for her.
"How about this one?" She picked out some completely random tree and stood in front of it. She knew there was no way she could pick out the correct one without know the specifics of what Dipper was looking for, so she figured she might as well pick one at random and learn what Dipper was really looking for.
"That's perfect!"
"What?" Pacifica looked back the tree behind her. It didn't look like anything special. "Really?" 'What are the odds?'
"Yeah! Good eye Pacifica! Let's get climbing!"
"Climbing?!"
"Yep." He walked over and grabbed a hanging branch to hoist himself up. "What we need is at the top."
"The tippy top?" Pacifica asked in a quiet voice.
"Afraid so. If you need a helping hand to get up h..."
Whatever Dipper was going to say halted immediately as he saw Pacifica grab the branch opposite him and pull herself up.
"You actually have some pretty good upper body strength, Pacifica. Did that come from ballet too?"
"Nope. Cheerleading."
"Wait, you were a cheerleader in high school?"
"Did you think I wouldn't be?"
"Fair point." It did make sense. Pacifica, nice or mean, was an elitist. She went for the gold or not at all, and with cheerleaders usually being on top of a high school social pyramid it was only natural she'd try to be one.
The tree wasn't that tall but there was a number of weak branches they had to avoid so it took them about an hour to reach the top. They now stood adjacent to one another on branches just barely able to hold them. Pacifica had actually managed to beat Dipper to the top, something was wrong. Either he wasn't telling her something or he simply wasn't aware that what was happening to him wasn't his fault. "Wow! I can't believe you beat me up here. I guess I need to work out a little more."
She gave him an uneasy grin but he didn't seem to notice.
Dipper took out a pair of tweezers and carefully plucked something off the top pine needle between them. It seemed to be some kind of moss, the exact same shade of green as the pine needles. If Dipper hadn't pulled it off Pacifica might never had known it was even there.
"What is that?"
"This is magic pine moss. Most people don't even know it exists because it's so rare. It only appears on the top of pine trees when it reaches a certain height."
*SNAP!*
They both immediately looked down and saw the part of the branch Dipper was standing on was starting to break.
"Oh shi-"
Pacifica quickly shot out and grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over to a stronger part of the branch closer to the tree. This action saved his life, but it also brought him nose to nose with Pacifica. She blushed furiously at the close proximity while Dipper stared at her with eyes the size of saucers. Dipper was the first to come to their senses. "Ahem. Thank you Pacifica. I usually stand on the part of the branch closer to the tree itself to avoid close calls like this but I guess I need more sleep."
Pacifica's blush died down and she snapped back to her senses. "More sleep?"
"Yeah, you know how when you wake up in the morning and it feels like your mind is in a fog? That's me right now, it never really left me at breakfast like it was supposed to."
Pacifica gave him a concerned look but Dipper did his best to ignore it. "Let's climb down, shall we?"
As he climbed down Pacifica continued to watch him with concern. "What's happening to you Dipper?"
Getting back in the van, they only drove for a little while before stopping again. Even though they hadn't traveled far, the sun was already starting to set.
"Dipper, I think something's wrong with you. You're way too tired, maybe I should drive next."
Stepping out of the car, Dipper turned to give her a look. "Do you have a license to drive an RV?"
"Um...no."
"Didn't think so. Come on, we gotta get the shovels."
"Shovels?"
Yes shovels. As it turned out, Dipper needed them to dig in a location that didn't seem to have anything unique to Pacifica. Just a large rock they were trying to digging next to, it did seem a little out of place though. They were both digging the same hole and had gotten about as far down as to their shins. Pacifica didn't want to dig in the dark so she made sure to put a little extra pep in her shoveling.
"Dipper, what are we even digging for?"
"Magnesium! This stuff is special though, it's a version discovered by my Great Uncle Ford."
Dipper took notice that Pacifica's side of the hole seemed to be deeper than his. He was a little disappointed he had fallen behind her, but he was also impressed at how quickly the former heiress had taken this to task.
"Wow Pacifica, you're really good at shoveling."
A mental image of manure shoveler Nathanial Northwest flashed in Pacifica's mind. "Please don't say that, Dipper."
"Hey! That's it!" Dipper reached in to her side of the hole and pulled out a strange stone. It looked crystal like and yet somehow metallic. It even had a certain sparkle to it.
*CRACKATHOOM!*
Both immediately jumped at the boom of thunder before looking skyward as storm clouds started to gather.
"Guess we'll have to make it tomorrow. Right now what do you say we turn in?"
Pacifica sat in the driver's seat, she didn't like how Dipper was constantly tired throughout the day. Only now when he was asleep did he seem to be recovering, there had to be something weird going on. And she had no idea how to help. The pitter patter of rain on the window shield did little to comfort her. They had a small leak in the roof which caused an annoying drip but it was nothing that placing a coffee mug under it couldn't fix. Of course she did this by herself as Dipper had immediately laid down in his fold out couch bed, still in his clothes and trench coat. The short amount of time it took him to fall asleep was astonishing, he must have been fighting his urge to sleep all day.
"I just wish I knew what was going on!"
She kicked the dashboard out of frustration. The glove compartment fell open because of this and all of it's contents fell out. A flash of lightning revealed Dipper's journal amongst the other numerous papers and folders on the passenger seat.
"If anything has the answers to what's going on, it's Dipper's journal."
She turned on an overhead light which offered a dim glow. There were all types of creatures in the pages but none yet which would seem responsible for what was happening to Dipper.
"The Jersey Devil... there's nothing here. Why would Dipper leave this page blank?" She turned her head to look at Dipper's sleeping form. "What kind of secrets are you hiding from the world? And why?"
She quickly shook the cobwebs from mind. The last thing she needed to do was question the actions of the man who was giving her a second chance in life. "If Dipper thinks I need to know something then he'll tell me when he thinks I need to know."
The next page held what she might have been looking for.
"Beware the Boo Hag. A red creature without any skin, they gain sustenance from a person's breath by riding their victims. In order to blend in with human populace they will steal a victim's skin and wear it like clothing. They will keep the skin for as long as it holds up. They will remove and hide this skin before riding. When a hag determines a victim is suitable for riding, the hag will generally gain access to the home through a small crack, crevice, or hole. The hag will then position themselves over the sleeping victim, sucking their breath. This act renders the victim helpless, and induces a deep dream-filled sleep. The hag tends to leave the victim alive, so as to use them again for their energy. However, if the victim struggles, the hag may take their skin, leaving the victim to suffer. After taking the victim's energy, the hag flies off, as they must be in their skin by dawn or be forever trapped without skin. When the victim awakes, they may feel short of breath, but generally the victim only feels tired."
It fit. It sounded exactly like what they were dealing with. "How did it get in though? I..." It was at this moment that Pacifica suddenly remembered the leak in the roof. It was ridiculously small but it was the only hole which fit the bill. She had to have used some type of magic to fit in, it was the only rational explanation.
"Okay, so now that I know what's causing this, let's how I stop it." Her eyes darted left to right as she continued to read silently. "... Oh you got to be kidding me!"
One hour later...
Pacifica was hiding in wait, she had found a hiding spot in the closet of all places. Cliche to say the least but at least it offered her a hidden viewing point of Dipper. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable watching him, yes she was doing this to catch a monster but she still felt like a stalker watching their prey sleep.
She didn't have to wait long when the sound of water dripping in the mug stopped. From the left came a woman who was exactly as the book described her, red with no skin. She made a weird sound as she walked, like if somebody had jelly sacks on the bottom of their feet. For a reason which Pacifica couldn't fathom, she wasn't bleeding all over the place when she walked. Even though she didn't have any skin there was still something about her which gave the impression of old age. She moved tenderly, like moving too quickly could cause her a great amount of pain.
"Okay big boy..."
The Boo Hag looked over Dipper's body with a predatory grin.
Pacifica got Dipper's gun at the ready, already setting the dial for the laser.
"You ready to... is that a broom at the head of your bed?" Her attention focused solely on the broom now. "Is that a new broom or an old broom? How many pieces of straw does it have?" She started to look nervous, like a person who desperately needed to scratch a spot on their back. "I need to know!"
The Boo Hag almost made a straight beeline for the broom when Pacifica jumped out of the closet pointing Dipper's gun at her.
"Freeze!" Pacifica whispered harshly.
She had caught the Boo Hag before she started to 'ride' Dipper but Pacifica didn't want to take the chance of him waking up to have his skin stolen anyways.
The Boo Hag threw up her arms immediately in surrender. Her eyes darted to Dipper, still sound asleep; she was impressed with how deep the detective could sleep.
"Outside." ordered Pacifica quietly.
It was no longer raining outside so that meant the Boo Hag would be easier to find if she decided to run off. There was still plenty of mud outside so even if she ran Pacifica would still be able to track her.
Outside, Pacifica had walked them a considerable distance in to the forest before stopping.
"Okay Boo Hag, I got some questions and you're going to answer them! Got it?!"
The Boo Hag slowly turned around and grinned. "Oh I got it, but the question is... do you got me?"
Before she could ask what she was talking about, the Boo Hag shot off of the ground and soared in to the air. She cackled evilly as flew around the trees. She did make a dive sweep at Pacifica who just barely managed to duck in time to dodge her.
"And just what made you think you could-OH SHOOT!"
The Boo Hag darted backwards as a laser beam from the ground had cut off her flight path and was now chasing after. Down on the ground, Pacifica was being as careful as she could not to actually hit her. She wanted her grounded, not burned; not after still having Edna's scream still rattling around her memories.
"Boo Hag! You are under arrest for the crimes of stealing the energy of a paranormal officer of the law, breaking and entering, and resisting arrest!"
The laser cut off a branch from a tree which nearly hit the Boo Hag on it's way down. However, as it caught fire on the ground the smell of the gun's battery burning reached Pacifica's nose, it was going to give out soon. Surprisingly it didn't have to as the Boo Hag landed on the ground next to the burning branch with her hands in the air.
"OKAY, I GIVE! JUST QUIT BRINGING THE HEAT!"
Pacifica shut off the laser and lowered the gun a little. "Really? Just like that?"
"In case you haven't noticed, I have no skin! I can't really AFFORD wounds or injuries! I'm nowhere near as tough as I pretend to be."
The smoking battery from the gun was jettisoned and quickly replaced.
"Okay then, quick Q&A before I slap the cuffs on you. First off, why Dipper of all people? Why not someone else? Why steal his life energy?"
"The answer to that is another question. Why not? I'm not picky! I chose him randomly."
"Luck of the draw huh? Second, you did know he was a paranormal detective right?"
"I don't even know what that is!"
"Basically what it sounds like. Afraid you're looking at jail time, or wherever we send you. Third, when did you infiltrate our RV?"
"Do you remember something hitting your roof as you left the last town? That was me hitching a ride."
"Next, why come back a second time? Wasn't once enough?"
"This is basically my food we're talking about. Why pass up an easy meal?"
"Last question; how long were you planning to keep this up?"
"Not that long, I swear! Just until you got to a new town or I could jump on to a different car. I know I may seem like an evil witch..."
"Flying and cackling seems to leave an impression of that."
"This is what I do to survive! I can't eat fruit or veggies like humans! I'm like a vampire, I feed on what I feed because that's the only food I can handle! It's the only way I can live!"
Pacifica put Dipper's gun away and gave the Boo Hag a second look. She seemed less intimidating and evil now, if anything you seemed meek and scared. For pity's sake she was shivering out of fear. Compared to Edna, she wasn't really that bad. She didn't want Dipper dead, she just wanted sustenance to live.
"I'll make you deal. I won't arrest you, let you go, and in return you won't ever bother either us again. Sound fair?"
"Deal! And don't worry! Being a coward is how I've survived! I'm going to get as far away from you two as possible!"
Dipper awoke the next morning feeling energized. He climbed out of his fold out bed and saw Pacifica talking to some old lady through the window.
"Okay, you got your skin and clothes off the roof! Now I'd better not see you again!"
The old lady just gave her a quick nod and ran off.
"You're up early. Anything important happen while I was sawing logs?"
Pacifica smiled to herself. "Nothing you need to worry about."
'I'll tell him if he brings it up.'
Dipper shrugged. If Pacifica felt what was going with the old lady was important she would have told Dipper. She had built up that kind of trust in him.
*BEEP!**BEEP!**BEEP!*
"Sounds like work."
Dipper opened the laptop while Pacifica placed his gun on his bed. She saw him frown at the job, but it wasn't the same kind of frustrated frown he had with East Cadaverton. This seemed more...annoyed?
"Oh great 'him'! Last thing I need is to think about him first thing in the morning!"
He obviously didn't want to talk about it at the moment, but Pacifica needed to make sure he had recovered from the Boo Hag's visit.
"Um Dipper? It isn't raining anymore. Do you still want to teach me how to make that 'goop'?"
He seemed to perk up at this. "Yeah! Get the ingredients and I'll meet you outside!"
On the hood of the RV sat the jar of the water skin and the magnesium. One the ground were twelve empty canisters for Dipper's gun. Dipper delicately lowered the moss from the pine tree in to the jar; the water skin turned completely green upon absorbing the moss.
"Next, I take the magnesium with a..."
"A cheese grater?"
"That's right!" Dipper scrapped the magnesium against the cheese grater causing the pieces to fall in to the concoction. "Now stand back!"
*POOF!*
In a puff of smoke the contents of the jar now resembled the goop usually found in the canisters for Dipper's gun. Yet some how it seemed thicker, almost clay like. Dipper then took the tweezers and plucked some goop off the top of the surface and dropped it in to one of the empty canisters. The small piece then started to grow until it filled the entire container, much to Pacifica's amazement.
Dipper seemed to enjoy the fact that he had impressed her. He tipped his hat back and smiled at her. "It's important to note that this is only possible when the goop is made fresh. This would never work with a week old batch." Repeated this until all the canisters were filled.
Pacifica was impressed by all this but she was also relieved Dipper seemed back to normal. "How about I make you some breakfast to celebrate?"
"You cook?" he smiled at her.
"Well nothing fancy. Just pancakes."
"I like pancakes. I think there might even be a picnic area nearby!"
"Great! Dipper, I need to know something. You didn't seem to like this job either, so what's wrong with this one? You mentioned a 'him'."
"I'm being asked for help from... well I guess you would call him a bad friend. Jack Frost."
"Jack Frost? Like the one from that movie Ri..."
"NO!" Dipper snapped. "He is NOTHING like what Hollywood has portrayed! I'M... I'm sorry Pacifica. He's just... he's just always trouble."
Pacifica relaxed a little at Dipper's apology. "It's okay. With my parents and their habits I guess I can understand how you feel a little bit. Where's he calling from?"
"Minnesota."
"That's a few states away."
"Yep. I also checked my pockets earlier and we're running low on gun batteries so we can get a resupply of them from Candy at Mabel's craft shop."
"Wait! Then you mean..."
"That's right, it's time to go visit my sister!"
Omake
Pacifica worked quietly at the oven stove making the pancake mix. It was a simple recipe she knew of with just a bit of zing to it, she had already added the ketchup but it needed more. Turns out Dipper had an apron for her to use but it was one of those joke aprons. Apparently it belonged to his Grunkle Stan, it read 'Pay the chef'. It even had little pockets to hold her spatula.
"Let's see, next I need some cinnamon."
She absentmindedly reached out for the cinnamon but instead pulled an ingredient off of Edna's rack. She absentmindedly sprinkles the glowing pieces in to the batter on the frying pan as she watched Dipper at the picnic table setting plates.
She turned to get some more butter from the fridge, unaware her cooking was starting to glow. Pacifica turned back around to see her half baked pancake reach out at her with a batter tentacle.
"AAAAAGH!"
She swatted it away with her spatula but the rest of the edible monster seemed determined to get her. She made a quick slash at it's midsection with the spatula in a desperate attempt to keep it away. Instead of reeling in pain, it opened the wound further turning it in to a mouthing maw.
It grabbed a syrup bottle from the regular spice rack and guzzled it down in a quick squeeze through the hole Pacifica had made. It lurched for a second before spraying the syrup back out at Pacifica like a liquid projectile. Pacifica yelped in surprise as the blast hit her in the face, knocking her to the floor.
She got to her feet and quickly grabbed the Viking Battle Axe hanging on it's hooks above. The pancake monster had refueled and was preparing for a second blast but Pacifica was ready this time. The pancake monster sprayed a geyser of syrup at Pacifica again but there was more of it now than a single bottle could have held. Pacifica held the flat of the blade in front of her to act as a shield. The force pushed her back a little but when it finally died down she swung the axe for all it was worth, screaming a wordless battle cry.
Dipper waited at the picnic table patiently with fork and knife in hand. After setting the table he had left to 'use the bushes' as it were. He thought he heard her scream on his way back but now he only heard normal kitchen noises, so he assumed everything was fine.
His assumption was shattered when she kicked the door to the RV open, covered in ketchup and syrup. She seemed to be carrying something on the flat of the blade to his battle axe. He had so many questions he didn't know where to start.
She dropped whatever was on the blade on to his plate. It looked like a pancake that had died in battle, he wasn't even sure he could call it a pancake anymore. However, the most disturbing thing was that it was bleeding.
"It's bleeding! Why is it bleeding?! HOW is it bleeding?! WHAT is it bleeding?!"
"KETCHUP!"
Pacifica stood and panted heavily for a good long moment. Then when her breathing came back to normal, she straightened her apron and regained her composure.
"Now if you excuse me, I'm going to take a long hot shower! I have a lot of syrup to get out of my hair!" She then stabbed a fork in to the pancake monster's body. "Eat up!"
As she walked back inside the RV almost in a huff, Dipper stared at her retreating form then back at pancake monster before shouting something to her inside.
"I'M COOKING LUNCH!"
That's all for now. Next chapter has Mabel and her friends like everybody has been asking for. I hope you at least enjoyed the omake. However, before I start that I need to make some alterations to the story so the finale can fit this story better. I think I can work with it very easily :) Wish me luck!