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TW: This story will contain references to physical and psychological abuse, murder, and torture.


|Repudiation|

Walking down an alley between two businesses located nearby Echo Creek Cemetery, Jara stopped well short of emerging onto the sidewalk, then turned to face Saberizer, who stood in silence with his hand on the hilt of his sheathed falchion. In her hand she held yet another Beetleborgs comic, this one featuring the Red Striker A.V. cutting through the blue sky above a sea of clouds, with a swarm of Jet Fighters in pursuit, firing at it and the reader.

"It is a simple plan, but it will change things," she said.

Saberizer did not hesitate to respond. "I am ready to take responsibility for what comes next."

Jara gave Saberizer a short nod, and turned back towards the alleyway as she held up the comic.

"Then go, bring me back as many of those insect children as you can."

His grip on the hilt of his sword tightening, Saberizer began walking forward. As he reached Jara to pass her, he spoke.

"They will be laid out before your feet, on this I swear."

There was an undercurrent of anxiety that was worse than usual in the Cafeteria. It, like the rest of the school, was draped from almost floor to ceiling in Brittney's color palette and imagery of herself ranging from banners with her face on them to flattering posters of herself at nearly every corner and on every table. Even looking outside, one could see a blimp advertising "Spirit Week by Wong" as it circled overhead, reminding students that this was an event to be remembered, and to be part of.

Dipper wasn't having any of this. "This is stupid. I'm going to skip for the rest of the week if it's going to be like this every day."

He and Marco were sitting together at their table, watching as students lined up not for lunch, but to a table where Brittney and several of her cheerleaders sat, handing out bracelets. It was a mixmash of students from all walks of social life, and as they came up to the table one by one, it was pretty obvious where the anxiety in the air was coming from.

Brittney, sitting with a bowl full of bracelets, looked up to an overweight male student nervously gesturing towards one of the bracelets. "What?"

The student cleared his throat, dusted off his blue sweater, and smoothed out his short brown hair. "I was… I was hoping that I'd get a bracelet to, you know… go to the rally, and the game, and the dance…?"

Brittney looked him over and grimaced in disgust. "Uh, no. You can go to the gym to get in shape, and maybe to the courthouse to do something about your name, Moobs."

The boy sagged. "But Moobs is my nickname…"

"And you wonder why you're not invited." Brittney pointed to her right. "Move, loser."

Head hung low, the young man walked away and went to his seat. Dipper and Marco watched him walk past, then turned to each other.

Dipper gripped the table. "I want to throw her in the garbage."

"We're doing ourselves favors by not bothering with this stuff."

Letting go of the edge, Dipper folded his hands in front of him and leaned forward slightly. "I really shouldn't be surprised. I've seen this way too much, but it's aggravating every time."

He looked at Marco. "I would just like to get to the part where she gets stuffed by karma sooner than never."

"Brittney will never be the popular girl, just the rich one, so take that as solace."

As if on cue, Jackie Lynn Thomas reached the table, all bright eyes and cool smiles. "Hey Dipper, hey Marco."

Marco nearly jumped from his seat. "J-J-J-Jackie, hey!"

His reaction prompted a concerned look from Dipper that faded quickly with understanding.

"Mind if I join you?" Before either could answer, Jackie made herself right at home, squeezing her way onto the bench right between Dipper and Marco. "Where's Misao?"

Marco's face colored a little as Jackie shimmied between them. Dipper just gave her a passing look as he replied. "She went to sit outside with Janna, she didn't have an appetite after staring at this stuff all day."

Both boys then noticed her tray, and noticed that on her tray was definitely not school fare–lobster tail, ribeye steak, and elote–street corn on the cob slathered in mayo sauce, chili powder, and cheese.

Marco did a double-take. "Uhh.. where'd you get that?"

"You haven't gone up yet? Guys who get bracelets get to have this for lunch."

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm not a 'bracelet wearer' so."

Marco looked with some envy at Jackie's plate. "I don't think I'd get a bracelet if I tried."

Jackie then pushed her tray out to offer them. "Then help yourself, guys. I can just go grab more."

Without hesitating, Marco took the elote. "Wow, thanks, Jackie."

Dipper abstained. "I appreciate it, but no thanks."

In line for lunch, Jo slammed her hands on the countertop. "What do you mean I can't have the good stuff?!"

The chef behind the counter shook his head. "Restaurant food is only for students that have a Spirit Week by Wong Bracelet, continue down to the normal line."

Jo looked down the line and made a face. "We're having vegetarian meatloaf, come on!"

The chef was unmoved by her plea. "You can pay twenty-five dollars for a plate if you don't have a bracelet."

"Screw that and you!" She looked at Roland, who was standing just behind her in line. "And don't you dare get food from these bougie douches!"

Roland shrugged his shoulders. "I like vegetarian meatloaf."

Jo sneered at him. "I do not know how I'm going to get through the rest of the week."

"You could always use Drew's bracelet."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, just what I need. Brittney Wong's symbol of division and social stratification."

Roland quirked an eyebrow. "Then why get mad?"

"Because it's still crap, and I reserve the right to be pissed off at all of it."

Roland pondered it. "There are worse things to be hostile about–at least you have a good reason this time."

Jo looked back as she was served her tray of vegetarian meatloaf, quinoa, and carrots. "Excuse you?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"No, I don't-"

Jo stopped in her tracks, her tray slipping from her hands and to the floor with a splat. Roland almost walked into her back. "Whoa, Jo are you okay-"

Jo turned and stormed off out of the cafeteria, leaving him baffled until he saw Jackie sitting hip to hip with Dipper and Marco, the only three at a table that seated nine. Making matters better, she was rather obviously leaning into the former as they watched Brittney deal with a frizzy-haired girl with glasses approaching her for a bracelet.

"Ashlyn, right? Get some Lasik done and do something about that mess on your head and I'll think about letting you have a bracelet."

She pointed to her right. "Go."

"Brittney's the worst," Dipper proclaimed.

"You're a good man, Pines," Jackie complimented.

Marco lowered the already half-eaten corn cob from his lips. "What about the Vanderhoffs?"

"They're jackasses and everyone knows it," Dipper said, "These guys are lining up knowing that Brittney's gonna dump all over them for the slim chance she won't."

He gestured then to the Cafeteria's decorations. "Then there's the Northwest levels of self-absorption that's hurting my eyes looking at it."

He looked from Marco and Jackie to the line again, and specifically at the person next up in it to face Brittney's scrutiny. "And the worst part about it is we keep dealing with it."

Brittney looked at the bracelet, then at the young man in front of her. Peter, from Marco's Karate class. Looking back and forth between the blonde boy and her bracelet, she handed it to him. "Here you go, bring your A-Game."

This prompted a protest from the dejected Ashlyn. "B-but Peter's got glasses, too!"

Brittney whirled on the girl. "HE LOOKS GOOD IN THEM!"

Peter, ever stoic, turned and walked away.

Marco frowned around his elote. "Now you got me wanting to throw her in the garbage."

With an angry huff, Brittney turned to face the next person in line. "Okay, who's ne-"

She stopped and tensed up. Standing before her, beaming a bright smile and a charismatic aura, was Mabel.

"Hey, Brittney~!" Mabel sang before she took her seat at the table rather than pensively waiting for judgment. "It sucks that we don't have any classes together, I've been here for literal weeks now and I haven't had a chance to talk to you!"

Now, Dipper, Marco, and Jackie were all watching raptly–none noticing Peter leading the weeping Ashlyn towards the lunch line while holding the bracelet up to her for emphasis.

Chantal and Sabrina, seated on Brittney's flanks, noted her tension. The former spoke up. "So, what? Do you want a bracelet or what?"

"Well, duh~!" Mabel sang.

Brittney snapped out of her tension and tossed her one. "Take it and get out of the way, you're holding up the line!"

Mabel stopped her. "But I want to chat for a bit, too! We share so much in common! You're a girl, I'm a girl, you're cheerleaders, I was cheerleader for the Piedmont High Highlanders…"

Sabrina gasped like she'd seen a ghost. Chantal went wide-eyed like she was in the presence of a God, and even Brittney's ever-present glower vanished in lieu of gobsmacked disbelief.

"… No way, you're that Mabel Pines? National Champion Mabel Pines?!" Chantal demanded.

Mabel smirked and produced out of thin air a large sticker-covered scrapbook.

Over at her table, Jackie looked at Dipper. "I can totally get Mabel being a cheerleader."

Dipper relaxed a bit. "Not just a cheerleader, one of the best."

As Sabrina, Chantal, and some of the other students in lie began crowding around, Mabel flipped through the scrapbook, passing pages filled with of pictures and drawings of herself, Dipper, and things that amused her (such as embarrassing pictures of Dipper) until she came to a page "Cheer Squad!" written in glitter glue.

Under the words was a picture of Mabel in the Purple and White Piedmont High School Cheer Squad Uniform. Brittney stared at the picture of Mabel, then at the girl herself. The same statuesque, pretty girl was in the photo–posed in a line with nine other stand-out girls on the sidelines of a High School Football Game.

"Mabel Pines, Captain, Highlanders Cheerleaders 2013," Brittney said like she was having a hard time digesting the words.

"Performing on that level in sophomore year?" Sabrina asked with her timid voice.

"I'm that good," Mabel boasted as she began flipping through the scrapbook. "Here we are at halftime at a Football Game–we won 30 to nothing. Here we are Cheering for Basketball–won 80 to nothing. This is us cheering during exams–we got kicked out of the building for that. Then there's us cheering for the rowing team-"

Chantal's mouth fell agape. "An Awesome on a speedboat? You're crazy!"

Mabel placed a hand on her chest. "My proudest moment."

She scowled and looked to the side. "The Coast Guard didn't think so–the philistines."

"We could never do anything like that," Sabrina admitted. "Some of us don't have… the pom-poms…"

Mabel grinned. "Of course you do! You can do whatever you want if you believe!"

Brittney looked at Sabrina. "Yeah, Sabrina, I've been trying to tell you."

Mabel jumped right on that. "Sounds like your Captain thinks you've got moves, girl."

Sabrina blushed under the scrutiny of her captain and a literal champion. "I mean, Brittney says I'm the best flyer she's ever seen… I… I just have trouble with the landing…"

Brittney had a nastier look than usual at her underling's admission. "That wasn't your fault and you know it!"

"That's right. Cheerleaders fall and hit the ground all the time. You gotta get back on your feet, and the whole point of a squad is to lift you up–whether it's into the air or off the ground!"

Sabrina relaxed, unable to feel anxious or self-defeating in the presence of Mabel's charm.

Brittney folded her arms. "It's nice that someone gets what being a cheerleader is about."

Marco was back to nibbling on his corn. "Mabel is serious about being friends with Brittney, isn't she?"

"If she says she's going to befriend someone, she's either going to make a friend or a mortal enemy."

Jackie looked at Dipper. "So what's the record on that?"

Mabel rested an arm on her book and leaned forward. "Well you know, National Champion and all that."

Chantal nudged Brittney. "Hey, imagine what we could do with her in the squad?"

As Brittney turned her head to breath fire on Chantal's face, Mabel held up a hand. "Whoa, hold up buttercup, I have way too much going on so I can't really be cheerleading this year. All my after school hours are like super booked."

Brittney stopped. She had been about to make a sharp warning about the team being full–complete with the stark implication that she would not be eclipsed by a national champion while the squad under her had only one technical win under their belt. Mabel hurriedly killing the idea in the crib threw her off.

"… You don't want to be a cheerleader?" She asked her, suspicious.

"Nope!" Mabel happily chimed. "But~ if you like, I can give you tapes of my routines, help you make up new routines, and maybe swing by and drop some pointers if I'm free. After all, I'm a student here now, and i want my school and my cheerleaders to be the best. Go Opossums!"

Chantal cocked her head to one side, surprised all over again. "Dude… Brittney?"

"That's… that's so generous!" Sabrina said. "If we had that kind of help, we'd be…!"

Chantal flat out admitted it. "We wouldn't suck like we do now, that's for sure."

Brittney narrowed her eyes. It was really generous, too generous for her blood. "Okay then, what do you want?"

Mabel, sunshine and rainbows, replied. "I want to be friends."

"No," Brittney said, "You want something… and since I know what class you're in, I think I know what that is."

She leaned to her left and looked down the line. Sure enough, there was a blue-eyed blonde boy wearing blue jeans, a t-shirt, a red baseball cap and a green sweater tied around his hips. A foolproof disguise, if it weren't for the dinosaur shoes with tiny horns, the devil's horns poking out of the cap, and lightning-shaped marks on his cheeks.

"He" was pretending to mind his own business, until "he" noticed Brittney looking straight at "him." Noticing she's looking "his" way, "he" looked back, then at her again, before pointing at "himself" in confusion. With a bright wave "he" pretended that nothing was wrong and went back to patiently waiting in line while not looking anywhere near Brittney's direction.

Brittney looked from "him" to Mabel. "I'm not stupid, and Champion Cheerleader or not, Star Butterbrains is not going anywhere near MY Spirit Week!"

Over at the table, Dipper, Marco, and Jackie followed where Brittney was looking, and saw "him." As Marco and Dipper both raised eyebrows, Jackie looked at Marco and pointed at him. "I was wondering who he was."

Marco slowly turned his head to stare at Jackie.

"Dude, I'm joking," she promised him.

"That's a good look for Star," Dipper said absently, before he stopped and reflected on that. "… Huh."

Mabel held up a hand. "Whoa-hoa, hold on, partner. This isn't about that."

She looked back at Star. "Hey, come on over."

Star stepped out of the line and zipped up to Mabel's side as she continued speaking to Brittney. "I do want to be your friend, but I'm Star's friend, too. And while I would totally love for all my friends to be friends? I can tell that the whole thing is so not happening here."

Mabel turned to Star. "Star, I think you have something to say to Brittney."

With a nod to Mabel, Star took off her horned baseball cap and brought it to her chest. "Brittney, I am really sorry for messing up spirit week and causing trouble for your birthday."

Expecting to hear anything else, like a heartfelt plea to let her go to the dance, a musical number, or even a spell to set her hair purple and on fire, Brittney was genuinely taken off guard to hear an actual apology. "… What?"

"You know, turning the football field into a battlefield? Crashing your party? I am really sorry for that…"

Brittney's resting scowl remained fixed on Star as she watched her lips move and heard the stuff she said, but it wasn't exactly registering. Next to her, Chantal raised an eyebrow.

Star turned to her. "Oh, and I'm sorry for saying your booty wasn't distracting. You actually got that dump truck that stops traffic."

Chantal smirked and nodded. "Girl, you know it."

"And Sabrina." Star turned to the mousy girl. "I am so, so sorry that me barging in interrupted your training and you hit the floor."

Sabrina meekly replied. "O-oh it's okay, Star… you didn't know and… well it's fine."

Brittney finally remembered she was part of the conversation. "So what, you think that because you're sorry, I'm going to let you go to the dance?!"

Star recoiled. "Well I-"

Brittney shot up to her feet. "Well guess what Moo-ron? I don't care if you magic me up a super hot boyfriend with your wand. You're still banned from Spirit Week and if you bother me one more time, I'll make sure you can't even come to school for the rest of the week!"

Mabel's expression slipped to a frown as Brittney folded her arms and gave a quick turn of her head to whip her hair.

"So either go away or give me an excuse, I'm fine with either!"

Star was almost knocked off her feet by the force of Brittney's rebuke. "I'm trying to say that I'm sorry-"

"And you're getting nothing for it." She gasped in mock surprise. "Oh! it's almost like I hate you, you dumb blonde bitch."

Now Star did recoil, her cheek marks turning from lightning bolts to black skulls. Before she could turn her hat back into her wand and go off, Mabel stood abruptly and imposed herself between the two. She loomed over Brittney, Sabrina, and Chantal as she held one arm to keep Star back and reached down to pick up her scrapbook.

"I think it's time to go, Star."

"But she called me a-!" Star raged as her hat turned back into her wand with a puff of smoke.

Mabel turned around to face her fully. "Let's go outside for a second."

Star looked up at Mabel, then at Brittney with a dark glare. Reluctantly, as tears formed at the corner of her eyes, she acquiesced and followed Mabel out of the cafeteria.

Chantal rested her chin on her palm. "Welp, so much for National Champion routines."

She gave Brittney a searing side-eye, but said nothing more. Sabrina on the other hand said nothing at all, watching Mabel and Star leave with pained sympathy to avoid looking at Brittney either.

Jackie watched the girls leave, then looked at Brittney. "Fucking bitch."

Marco once more turned to look at Jackie, his mouth agape in awe of witnessing something he didn't think possible.

Dipper got up. "Okay, I'm not going to the dance anyway. Let's do this."

Brittney watched Star and Mabel leave with no small satisfaction, but that smugness disappeared when Dipper advanced towards her. Going pale, she nearly tripped over her seat stepping over it to back away from the table and him when he reached her and pulled his lumberjack hat off his head.

"You know, I understand what makes you gotta be a bitch and three quarters. That, the whole reason you've turned a dumb school dance into a monument to yourself, and why you throw all this money on people like it matters to them."

Brittney turned her nose up to him, even as it looked like she was shaking. "Mind your own business, nerd!"

She looked right back at him when he stepped in way closer than she thought he would, getting right up in her face and looking down on her with a glower to match her own and then some. She could've been made of titanium and evaporated under the intensity of his gaze.

"Because you're terrified of people finding out about the person you know you are."

Brittney felt like she was standing at the base of a skyscraper, that was going to fall on her. She grit her teeth as Dipper waited for a reply, and lashed out at him with it before the truth he spoke exposed her weakness to everyone.

"Oh yeah? You had your math off. I'm two bitches and three quarters. You're out of here, fucking suspended until next Monday, loser!"

Dipper smiled. "Thanks, enjoy your weekend."

Seeing it do nothing, Brittney lashed out harder. "And your stupid sister's banned from Spirit Week, too!"

Chantal got up. "Brittney, NO!"

Brittney turned on her. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Ban him all you want, but not her! She didn't even do anything!"

Even Sabrina protested. "Y-yeah, she was r-really nice."

Dipper didn't even look back to address Brittney's threat. "You won't. If you did ban my sister. She'd just throw her own dance. She'd be there, Star'd be there-"

"I'd be there," Jackie interjected, prompting murmurs among all the other students in the cafeteria.

Seeing people already speculating about a cool dance party hosted by Star, Dipper turned to face Brittney and drive it home. "And all you'd get is a bill for a school dance no one attended."

Then he gestured to her with an open palm upraised. "You and I both know that's what will happen."

Brittney bristled, and with only an instant's worth of seething she snapped back. "Well you're still banned and you can go home right now! As long as it's Spirit Week, this is MY school and MY authority won't be challenged!"

Dipper clapped his hands and flipped her off with both hands. "Fuck your authority, fuck your Spirit Week, and fuck you."

With that he waved and walked out as Brittney stood there with her mouth agape and face pale as the entire cafeteria erupted into howls as Dipper left through the door.

Marco abandoned his corn and got up. As he followed Dipper out, Jackie was right behind him, looking back at the deeply frazzled Brittney for a quick second.

"Dude… Dipper is amazing," she said.

Marco held the door out for her and nodded. "Yeah, he really is."


A/N: Good talk? Good talk.