"- Oh. Uh - I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message? This is Dipper, by the way, but you probably knew that if you're calling me, right? Unless you're a wrong number. Toootally could be a wrong number. Um. Never mind. Just leave a message."
Ugh, seriously, Dipper? If you're going to exchange numbers with me, you can at least pick up the phone when I call. If you don't reply to this by tomorrow, I'm gonna assume you and your sister didn't make it to Piedmont and ignore everything you send me.
Iiii guess I missed you. Does that make us even now? And the only reason I didn't answer is because I had to help Mabel get Waddles untangled from - never mind. I'm a busy guy!
The voicemail gets the point across, doesn't it? I mean, you left a message for me. So it's doing its job.
You mean, besides being labeled a complete dork for life? [A pause.] Oh, wait. I guess it doesn't matter when you already are one.
[You can almost hear the smirk in her words, and if Dipper listens closely, he can almost hear a hint of--dare I say it--exasperated fondness. Whatever he reads from the other end of the line, her words have undeniably lost the malicious edge they had at the beginning of summer.]
Seriously, though. [Suddenly brisk.] You and Mabel got there in one piece?
Hey! That's - [ Okay, admittedly true, and he knows it. THAT'S PROBABLY NOT AN ARGUMENT HE'S GOING TO WIN, in any case.
That, and...he's not sure if there's exactly something to argue about. It's not like she said it negatively. Not like that at all.
After a second of reflecting on that realization, he picks up the conversation thread belatedly: ]
Um - yeah! Definitely noooo demon triangles or vengeful spirits or anything like that on the bus home. It was...pretty boring, actually. Even with the driver repeatedly threatening to throw Waddles off.
Oh, don't worry, we were grounded immediately upon disembarking with a pig. [ EVEN IF IT'S TECHNICALLY MABEL'S PIG. He bears responsibility for letting Waddles come home too, apparently. ] Buuuut I think that was more on principle. Once they saw how much Mabel loves him there's no way they could tell her to get rid of him.
[Fortunately, Pacifica lets that one slide, if only because he catches himself before the rest of that question slips out. He would have gotten a very flat "no" otherwise.
Still, her voice is tenser than it was when she first called.]
Fine. [Another pause.] Dad's found another house for us to move into. I don't think he and mom are too happy about what happened.
[ Well, who would be happy about something like that happening? Even if Dipper couldn't really find it in himself to feel sorry for her parents, he did worry about Pacifica. Maybe more than he should. ]
That's...got to be some adjustment. Um...what - what do you think about it?
[Another pause, accompanied by a soft exhale. Her sense of pride wants her to brush it off and make off like it's fine, of course she's fine, because showing any kind off anything but her best side is a weakness.
But this is Dipper. He's already seen her at her worst and most vulnerable before, it's not like confiding in him would make that much of a difference, right?]
I don't know what to think. [It seems like a step in the right direction, being honest like this.] I grew up in that mansion and it's my home, but there's a lot of bad history there, too. Like that room we found.
[ A small part of his brain is flattered while she answers that she doesn't attempt to brush off his question. Just like that, she's opening up to him. It is a huge step in the right direction. ]
A new place might be kind of nice for a fresh start, you know? It's...you can make it what you want.
Tell that to my parents. I think they're still in shock over what happened.
[The roll of her eyes is practically audible this time.]
I don't know why dad even thought the bonds were, like, a good idea in the first place, when Bill... [Pacifica trails off, the memory of her father's mutilated face still making her nauseous.]
I forgot you weren't there. [Pacifica murmurs, mostly to herself.]
When Bill first showed up in town, he brought his creepy friends with him, too. Dad tried to suck up to him. [Pacifica sighs, as if to say 'no surprise there'.]
Bill...did something to his face. [At this point, she sounds a little more hesitant to continue.] I think he switched some things around. Like...one of his eyes was where his mouth was supposed to be.
[ A tight sound escapes from Dipper's throat, holding the phone just slightly further from his face. That sounded...horrible. Even if Mr. Northwest was hardly his favorite person, he wouldn't wish a Bill treatment on anyone.
Eager to steer the conversation carefully but without dismissing it completely: ] Bill seemed to get a kick out of...messing with people's bodies. [ A beat, before he continues: ] He kind of possessed me once. Long story. But when he did, he totally trashed my body. He thought it was funny.
[ It had all been just fun and games to Bill. The world was his plaything. In spite of himself, Dipper shudders. ]
[A wave of indignation sweeps through her. Knowing what Bill had done to her dad, thinking about what he could have done to Dipper sends a chill down her spine.]
When did this happen? Why didn't you say anything?
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mixingbowl2016-07-05 10:03 pm
Pacifica's phone
Dipper's Phone
VOICEMAIL - 2 days after finale
Ugh, seriously, Dipper? If you're going to exchange numbers with me, you can at least pick up the phone when I call. If you don't reply to this by tomorrow, I'm gonna assume you and your sister didn't make it to Piedmont and ignore everything you send me.
Also, your voicemail's lame. Change it.
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Iiii guess I missed you. Does that make us even now? And the only reason I didn't answer is because I had to help Mabel get Waddles untangled from - never mind. I'm a busy guy!
The voicemail gets the point across, doesn't it? I mean, you left a message for me. So it's doing its job.
...Hi, Pacifica.
PHONE CALL
It figures you and your sister are already getting into trouble. And everyone knows what a voicemail's for, Dipper, no thanks to what you recorded.
[A sigh.] Like, if you want to keep the dorky message, it's up to you. Just don't say I didn't warn you.
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Hey, that was totally on Waddles. Aaaaand Mabel, I guess, for dressing him up the first place - but I had nothing to do with it.
[ Probably. ]
Anyway, warn me about what? What's the worst that could happen?
it's so weird seeing him with that other hat lol
[You can almost hear the smirk in her words, and if Dipper listens closely, he can almost hear a hint of--dare I say it--exasperated fondness. Whatever he reads from the other end of the line, her words have undeniably lost the malicious edge they had at the beginning of summer.]
Seriously, though. [Suddenly brisk.] You and Mabel got there in one piece?
I KNOW, it just looks wrong somehow
That, and...he's not sure if there's exactly something to argue about. It's not like she said it negatively. Not like that at all.
After a second of reflecting on that realization, he picks up the conversation thread belatedly: ]
Um - yeah! Definitely noooo demon triangles or vengeful spirits or anything like that on the bus home. It was...pretty boring, actually. Even with the driver repeatedly threatening to throw Waddles off.
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Anyway, shouldn't your sister be more worried about your parents? Pigs and Piedmont aren't exactly words you hear together often. How'd they take it?
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Your parents caved just because she really likes Waddles?
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Fortunately, he catches himself before putting his foot in his mouth, and clears his throat. ]
So, uh...how are things going on your end? [ Maybe not the smoothest transition. ]
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Still, her voice is tenser than it was when she first called.]
Fine. [Another pause.] Dad's found another house for us to move into. I don't think he and mom are too happy about what happened.
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That's...got to be some adjustment. Um...what - what do you think about it?
[ Was she handling it okay? ]
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But this is Dipper. He's already seen her at her worst and most vulnerable before, it's not like confiding in him would make that much of a difference, right?]
I don't know what to think. [It seems like a step in the right direction, being honest like this.] I grew up in that mansion and it's my home, but there's a lot of bad history there, too. Like that room we found.
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A new place might be kind of nice for a fresh start, you know? It's...you can make it what you want.
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[The roll of her eyes is practically audible this time.]
I don't know why dad even thought the bonds were, like, a good idea in the first place, when Bill... [Pacifica trails off, the memory of her father's mutilated face still making her nauseous.]
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He picks up the trail where she left off, though, too alarmed by any mention of Bill just to let it go. ]
When Bill what?
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When Bill first showed up in town, he brought his creepy friends with him, too. Dad tried to suck up to him. [Pacifica sighs, as if to say 'no surprise there'.]
Bill...did something to his face. [At this point, she sounds a little more hesitant to continue.] I think he switched some things around. Like...one of his eyes was where his mouth was supposed to be.
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Eager to steer the conversation carefully but without dismissing it completely: ] Bill seemed to get a kick out of...messing with people's bodies. [ A beat, before he continues: ] He kind of possessed me once. Long story. But when he did, he totally trashed my body. He thought it was funny.
[ It had all been just fun and games to Bill. The world was his plaything. In spite of himself, Dipper shudders. ]
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[A wave of indignation sweeps through her. Knowing what Bill had done to her dad, thinking about what he could have done to Dipper sends a chill down her spine.]
When did this happen? Why didn't you say anything?