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Dipper walked over to the bed and sat next to Janes head. Thats right, Jane.
ButI thought your sister died when she drowned herself, Jane said, looking at Mabel.
Ugh. Those were sad times. But luckily, Mabel said, bouncing over to Dipper and giving him a
Dipper saw the questioning gaze on Janes face and replied: Its a long story. Mabel can you
Mon Dieu. Une personne peut aider moi, sil vous plait? Ou je vais faire tout le travail? Jane
Dipper looked at Mabel like there was a bug on her face. Mabel, did you hear someone speak
French?
Oui, mon frre. Je croix queelle peut parler en Francais, mais Francias mauvais.
French translation (Mabel): (Yes, my brother. I think she can speak French, but bad French.)
Dipper returned his gaze to Jane. (You should speak more French Jane. It will mask your
barbaric sensibilities.)
(Please. I have to get out of here and find Luka before he leaves.) Jane said. Tears were
(Jane. Why do you want to find Luka Mueller so badly? You just met the man.) Dipper asked
Because he was one of Jonothans friends who helped record my brothers torture of me!
A long silence proceeded after Janes declaration, followed by knocking.
Oh no.
Dipper was the first to react. Merde! He sprang from the bed and made for the door. French:
(Mabel can you keep Jane quiet for a while? I need to take this.)
Mabel was already putting a ball gag on Jane. French: (Dont worry, my brother. Go handle
your biz.)
Dipper tried not to think about where Mabel got the ball gag and focused on what he was going
to say to Pacifica. He opened the door to his room by the tiniest of margins and quickly slid out
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She felt lighter than air and traversed the hallways with a spring in her step. No, it was not
Although anyone watching would certainly assume that given the stupid grin. And no it was not
because she was wearing less clothing (a knee length robe and nightie).
She had pacified her father and even defended Dipper in front of him. Never in her wildest
dreams had she predicted herself pulling off a stunt like that.
Sending a bunch of Frenchmen packing by showing them they didnt have jack shit on her
family was one thing but taking a stand against her father, for someone else no less. And it all
happened in the same day. Most people would be emotionally exhausted after something like
that. Not Pacifica Northwest. Her wins from the day sent a surge of confidence and adrenaline
throughout her body that made it impossible to sleep. She had to do something. She felt like
screaming at the top of her lungs and bounding down the halls like a madman.
Pacifica Northwest was not the type of girl to hum down the hallways. It was the tune to Frere
Jacque. Her mother would chide her for making too brilliant an impersonation of a carefree
idiot. She wasnt sure when she had taken up the nasty habit and quite frankly, she couldnt care
less.
'Mom and Dad can go suck it. I deserve to hum in my own mansion.'
A giggle threatened to erupt out of Pacificas mouth and she covered her lips.
Finally, she was Dipper's bedroom door, announcing her presence with a knock.
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The hesitation in Dippers voice was not just from the abrupt change in events. He was taken
aback by Pacificas appearance. She was wearing a silk, seafoam green robe. Even more
shocking was what she was wearing, or rather not wearing. Dipper could barely make out a
Vickys Secret brand, see through nightie peeking from the openings of the robe. It was very
short and allowed ample viewing of Pacificas legs, among other things.
Well, I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out back there. With my dad, she said, fixing
her hair so that one side of her neck with her oh so delicate skin was exposed, probably on
purpose.
Dipper was having trouble focusing his eyes. Another Northwest servant could be lurking around
the hallways and see this private chat as something more indecorous. Does every Northwest
woman in this house want to don a revealing robe before expressing gratitude?
Pacifica smiled at him through half lidded eyes and took a step closer.
And I apologize for the grilling he gave you in his office. As you saw, my dad doesnt like it
Uh-huh, Dipper said. He darted his eyes down both ends of the hallway. No doors open, no
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"Speaking French out there was genius. They were practically pissing themselves." She jumped
"I'll have to admit though. Things were pretty scary at first. You made me take a huge risk with
you."
"Well thankfully I didn't have any cameras installed in the greenhouse. So our little private
"Stealing those files. You made me do things I never would've done behind my father's back!"
Dipper removed her hands from his face. "Was it all that bad?"
Pacifica took notice of the fact that her hands were being held in Dipper's. She swore she could
"No. No, it wasn't," she said, her voice descending into a whisper without her knowing. Pacifica
was still transfixed on the two of them holding hands in the hallway. There was something daring
about the act itself, more so than the unmentioned make out sessions. She was just grilled on
suspicion of having too intimate of a relationship with her butler and here she was doing exactly
that. In college, she didn't have to care because her parent's weren't watching. Now here she was
doing exactly what her parents told her not to do for every servant and security camera to
"It was...amazing!" Her smile turned into a very suggestive grin. The next time you have another
one of your bright ideas, tell me about it. Because I wanna feel like this all the time."
"Bipolar?"
Pacifica giggled at his jab. "Try manic. And maybe a little something else." They were still
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A strange thing happened, right then and there. Call it twin ESP or nascent telepathic abilities,
but Dipper could feel the oncoming danger, the stomping of feet, the violent jerk of the doorknob
being thrashed forward. He had little time to react. Dipper scooped Pacifica up in a bear hug and
"Dipper, what is the meaning of this?" Pacifica said through gritted teeth. Somewhere between
being scooped up and being trapped in a bear hug, Pacifica's robe had come undone, exposing a
more than ample amount of cleavage. "Who is this woman and why is she in your room?"
"I've got a better question," Mabel shot back. "What are you doing trying to get your skanky
hooks in my fr-fr?"
I call upon the powers of the god Xolotl to give me strength, Dipper pleaded silently to himself.
Everything was happening all at once, the girls were going wild right in front of him. He
should've known better to have a private conversation right in front of his possessive sister. If
things were going to turn out like when Mabel first met Wendy, then the manor was going to turn
Mabel was already glaring daggers at Pacifica. Pacifica was red in the face. Whether from anger
Dipper was still holding Pacifica in full on bear hug and by the state of things between the two
"You. Servant girl. Avert your eyes and be silent," she said with all the confidence and dignity of
Mabel scoffed at that. "I'm sorry but I don't recognize the authority of spoiled rich girls. I only
follow my fr-fr."
Dipper knew Mabel's sass was really infuriating her. He should've known too; he was five inches
away from her face. A face that was currently emanating so much heat from rage he could've
sworn he saw a bit of his own inner rage in her. It would've been cute if it wasn't direct at his
sister.
"Doing things behind Preston's back...scary things...feeling amazing...wanting to feel like that all
the time," Mabel muttered to herself with righteous indignation. Her head was conjuring all
manner of sordid and erotic situations to fit Dipper and Pacifica's vague exchange.
Dipper would deny his butt off of the scandalous behavior Mabel was accusing him and Pacifica
of. Although he had to admit, hearing her say those words out of context made even him blush.
With a huff and a pout, Mabel did as she was told. "Je ne sais pas pourquoi je dois couter la
Madame skank."
"Parce que vous travaillez pour le Northwest famille et vous voulez passer temps avec moi."
Pacifica voiced her displeasure with a loud groan. "For the sake of your principle, I demand that
Mabel gave Dipper a blank look. "Madame skank ne comprende pas Francais?"
"What? No, certainly not. Mabel here was just referring to the servants in general of the mansion.
"Not just now. But before. You just called a Northwest, the family that employs you, a skank."
Oh no
"Dipper. Put me down now." She wasn't looking at Dipper, her death glare was fixed intently on
"Now," Pacifica said, turning her eyes onto him. He wished she hadn't.
Dipper lowered her to the ground and she quickly re-did her robe before marching up to Mabel.
What followed were a series of insults traded back and forth, sometimes in French and
sometimes in English.
"Mabel was it? The one from the greenhouse. That sounds like a fat old grandmother's name."
"Oui. Pacifica Northwest. Votre nom est un pun de Pacific Northwest. Vos parent vous aiment."
"Wow that sounds really French. Tell me. Did inspector Cluseau teach you to fake that accent?"
"I guess to you my French accent is as real as your probably fake blonde hair."
"Desole'. What I meant to say was it looks like a skanky wig. My brother always did have poor
taste in girls. Did I mention he used to have a thing for the redhead performing at your birthday
party?"
Their conflict got louder. Dipper's interjection simply added to the chaos. Whatever control
Dipper thought he had over the situation was lost to the hatred the two girls had for one another.
Soon doors were opening left and right. All manner of Northwest manor servants, butlers,
janitors and maids, were coming out of the woodwork to see what was causing such a
"Dear me, what is she doing out so late outside the door of her personal butler?"
"This is getting good."
This is a butler's worst nightmare. Things were becoming way too public. The stakes were
higher now. The first one to back out of the scene would be the loser in front of the assembled
staff. Or worse, Mabel would unleash her true form and reveal everything.
"Can it Dipper."
Okay, maybe talking to the woman with the glowing green eyes wasn't such a good idea. He
could've tried calming Pacifica but one look at her body language told him he was dreadfully out
"You're not a Northwest. You don't have any authority to order anyone here. Because this is my
house."
Mabel scoffed at the retort. "Speaking of ho-bags, what was that about always wanting to feel
Suddenly the shouts and jeers from the staff dissipated. Everyone clearly wanted to hear this new
bit of gossip. Pacifica took notice of the change in the atmosphere; she knew that her reputation
in front of the servants was being put on the line. The whispers gathering around them told her
that much.
"Oh my," Mabel said suggestively. She covered her mouth to hide a poorly concealed smirk.
Dipper wondered if this would be a good time to evacuate Jane from his room. He could get her,
teleport to her room and be back before there was a dead body or someone got maimed. Fixing
the situation was beyond his control so the only thing left was to ensure the disaster didn't
include Jane. As he was walking to the room, Mabel slid her arm around Dipper's shoulders. His
protests were stifled by a pair of fingers closing his lips shut, so he communicated with his eyes.
Approximately 2.5 seconds passed where the two siblings communicated through their shared
non verbal language. To Pacifica, it seemed like ages. To her, it seemed like they were eye-
"A fair bit of warning rich girl," Mabel said with an evil grin. She moved her hands around his
deltoids like she was showing reverence for some high end sports car. "You may think you have
"But you'll never get this. How can you compare to someone he's known his entire life?"
'All his life?' Pacifica mentally gasped. With every sickly sweet word, she could feel her heart
caving in.
"I was there when he had his very first breakup. Now we share the same bedroom."
'Kiss? Kids?'
Mabel smiled and relished the look of utter despair written all over Pacifica's face. All those little
emotions were like the tiniest and sweetest candies of the best kind. She was a sadist.
Only with great strength was Pacifica able to walk away from the situation without turning into
the wreck she felt internally. The damn holding back the tide of negative emotions was
threatening to break out of her eyes and spill all over the expensive Persian rugs.
The two siblings kept their eyes on Pacificas retreating form moving down the carpeted hallway.
Halfway down, Pacifica tripped and fell with a yelp before quickly gathering herself and
"You're a terrible person, you know that," Dipper said with as much malice as he could muster.
Mabel didn't notice. "Oui, je sais bien que je suis une personne mal. Mais si je suis gran mal
Dipper sighed. It was pointless to stay angry at his sister. "Nous sommes les enfants terribles.
The damage was done. He let his anger fall apart and refocused his thoughts on the arduous path
of damage control. No doubt the Northwests will want a full explanation as to the night's events,
"On allon, fre'-fre'. Maintenant on danse," she said as she did a cocky victory jig with her feet.
Obviously she was pleased with herself, having destroyed Pacifica in front of everyone.
In return Dipper shoved Mabel back inside his room. "Fin de la dans."
With the centerpiece of tonight's entertainment disbanded the other servants of Northwest manor
shuffled back to their rooms. The men had smiles on their faces and the women whispered to one
another about the hot blooded nature of young people these days.
Dipper followed suit and closed the door to his bedroom upon entering.
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"You know you really should be thanking me for saving you from that skank. She's nothing but a
distraction. Keep going at it with her and you're bound to end up losing your job and botching
the plan."
"Really? Because all I heard was you and her exchanging sweet nothings. You were practically
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And the coaching lessons on speaking those lines in French. I had no idea what the heck you
were thinking at the time but it did something. Jean Claude was practically pissing his pants in
before I gave the presentation. As if to emphasize the point further, Pacifica waved her hands
Its just that Ive never seen my dad so proud of me. Anyways, I was hoping to discuss the
reward that my dad presented to me for helping him deal with those blackmailers. Its really big
and since you did half the work, I think it only fair that I should share it with you. Can we
continue this conversation someplace more private? Pacifica asked, finally taking note of
Dipper let out a breath he didnt know he had been holding. I think that would be best. He took
one step to the room next door before registering the fact that Pacifica remained in front of his
bedroom. If he had to guess, it was probably because of the loud squealing coming from it, a
females squealing.
That noise.
I thought she was done vacuuming your room, multiple times today. Pacifica made a move for
the doorknob, but was stopped when Dipper grabbed her wrist.
What was that reward, again? Dipper asked, putting on the most charming smile he could
muster.
Pacifica grinned; a cat knowing it had its prey trapped. Are you sure you want to hear about it
out here? She whispered. Where everyone can see you touching me.
Dipper thought long and hard about the accusation Pacifica just flung at him. He weighed all the
possible options he could choose to deflect it and extricate himself out of the situation given the
extenuating circumstances. They were both too exposed for prying eyes. He definitely did not
want to expose and explain what was inside his room to Pacifica. Finally, he chose the option
Dipper softened his grip on Pacificas wrist and drew close to her ear. I thought you like it when
I touch you, Dipper whispered, letting his warm breath ravage Pacificas skin. He put some
space between their faces and was quite satisfied with the effect his words had on Pacifica.
She was flabbergasted to say the least. Her cheeks were so red any passerby would think she had
the beginnings of rash, or her head was a red tomato wearing a blonde wig.
Suddenly, Pacifica grabbed Dipper by the shirt collar and brought his smug face down to her
level. You are a servant of the Northwest family and my personal butler, she growled out in a
low whisper. And you will act like it. She would have been more intimidating if it wasnt for
There was a one second warning but Dipper knew when to react. A combination of cat-like
reflexes and twin ESP helped Dipper grasp Pacifica from the small of her back, lift her off of her
feet and away from his bedroom door which almost slammed into her.
Hey Dipper, is the coast clear? Mabel asked in a whisper barely above audible. Oh my. She
draw a hand over her enormous grin when she saw the sight in front of her. Am I interrupting
something?
Non, a tombe bien. Merci.
Elle? Dipper looked down at Pacifica and saw that she was breathing rapidly. He also noticed
that her robe had come undone and was trying desperately to free her arms so she could retie it.
Dipper, as my butler you are to close your eyes and look away.
Dipper did as he was told and closed his eyes to the very tasteful lingerie beneath the see-through
nightie. However, what he felt rubbing against him told him much more than his eyes could see.
Mabel snickered.
Dipper, Pacifica said under panting breath. Can you introduce me to this girl who is wearing
your clothes and in your room at this hour of the night? Her head was bowed, allowing the
Hi, Im Mabel! Mabel said, shoving her hand in front for a handshake. And I am the new
Pacifica simply stared at the ground and awaited Dippers answer, leaving Mabel hanging. So
Sorry about not being in the proper uniform, but the French maid outfit got torn up in Dippers
Dipper prayed to the almighty Xotolotl that Jane would not make any noise.
Dipper. Pacifica finally spat out. Her voice dripping was anger that Dipper could see being
passed down from Preston. I see Im interrupting another night time visit. Lets talk about your
The two siblings kept their eyes on Pacificas retreating form moving down the carpeted hallway.
Halfway down, Pacifica tripped and fell with a yelp before quickly gathering herself and
(I dont know)
Mabel, dites moi sil te plait. Pourqois tout les femmes sont dificil?
Of course not!
What the actual shit, Dippingsauce?! Why did you get Bill Cipher involved?
Shut up Mabel, I dont want the entire mansion knowing youre in my room! Dipper turned his
head away from his sister. Its a long story, He said at the same crazed upturned volume.
trapped in a jar. He cuts his fingers and allows the blood drip onto the birds skin and
witnesses the rapid regrowth of feathers. Obviously, his blood does not heal cuts so he
tests it on another injury, a self inflicted bruise on his wrist. Nothing happens. The purple
stain of a horrendous bruise remained, but made more horrendous looking by the blood.
After the MMA fight with Gideon
*FYI: Pacifica tells Dipper that she had money stashed in a canton down in Switzerland that she
withdrew money from recently and stashed with a friend in Paris months ago (Chinese college
friend).
Dippers head sank so far down his shoulders Pacifica was afraid it would fall off.
Why did you allow me to fight in that cage match if you had a ready supply of money for us?
Pacificas focus was on Dippers rock hard abs, glistening with sweat. She put a hand to it and
I wanted to see what you could do, she said, admiring the way each solid abdominal muscle
"Listen. Pacifica. I don't feel like now would be a good time to further pursue a relationship with
you."
Dipper restrained himself with all his might not to point out the idiocy in that statement. One
cannot break up what never formed. They were never an item, officially anyways. Just a series of
He took a big sigh before saying what needed to be said. Delicacy was required for this situation
or Pacifica would blow up and do something brash. "As your butler I must maintain a certain
Appearances are everything, after all, if we are to even stay in the same proximity."
Pacifica turned her glare mode on full blast onto Dipper. "My mother has been talking to you
hasn't she."
"That's irrelevant."
"Of course she has," Pacifica said, placing her fingers on the pressure mounting between her
eyes.
And that was it. Dipper had lit the fuse to Pacifica's explosion. He definitely had to take back
control now.
"Please do," Pacifica demanded. For a moment, Dipper saw he family resemblence to Preston.
Grunkle Stan, que paso. Porque estas aqui?
Nice to see you too kid. Grunkle Stan said, or as Dipper like to call, Baron. He let is aviator
shades droop a little bit so that they could see eye to eye.
You still haven't answered my question. Dipper said, crossing his arms.
Can't a guy
Preston has been suspicious of Pacifica's paternal origins. Paz thinks the bad vibes are coming
Bill erases Dipper's memory from time to time to destroy contradictions and emotional turmoil.
Stupid flaw or peculiarity about Dipper: he hates red wine, Barolo wine or alcohol in general
Dipper doesn't want that. Let them Rest In Peace. Dad wanted to die and mom died peacefully
from sickness.
What do they want now? What normal things and memories do they have?
Love of tea
She provided the foundation for the experience while he transformed it?
Need I remind you that this visit to Paris is as much business as it is for pleasure.
The other end of the line was silent. They both knew what was going to be asked next.
So it's going to be you, the spoiled heiress and some random girl?
Dipper had to hold the phone away at arms length lest his eardrums be damaged by the screams
of happiness.
I can, he thought.
Good to hear.
Will you be joining me and the band backstage? Afterwards I mean. I would love to hear how
Dipper looked around at his surroundings. No one was observing him given how early it was in
the day.
I'm not hearing a yes. Dipper firmly depressed the end call button on the phone and let out a sigh.
Wendy was one of Dipper's few lifelong friends but he thanked the almighty Xolotl that he had
Speaking French out there was genius. They were practically posing themselves.
I'll have to admit though." Things were pretty scary at first. You made me take a huge risk with
you.
Well thankfully I didn't have any cameras installed in the greenhouse. So our little private session
Pacifica was blushing like mad. "Not that," she said, covering Dipper's mouth.
Dipper removed her hands from his face. "Was it all that bad?"
Pacifica took notice of the fact that her hands were being held in Dipper's. She swore she could
"No. No, it wasn't," she said, her voice descending into a whisper without her knowing. Pacifica
was still transfixed on the two of them holding hands in the hallway. There was something daring
about the act itself, more so than the unmentioned make out sessions. She was just grilled on
suspicion of having too intimate of a relationship with her butler and here she was doing exactly
that. In college, she didn't have to care because her parent's weren't watching. Now here she was
doing exactly what her parents told her not to do for every servant and security camera to
The next time you have another one of your bright ideas, tell me about it. Because I wanna feel
"Bipolar?"
Pacifica giggled at his jab. "Try manic. And maybe a little something else." They were still
but Dipper could feel the oncoming danger, the stomping of feet, the violent jerk of the doorknob
being thrashed forward. He had little time to react. Dipper scooped Pacifica up in a bear hug and
"Dipper!" An outraged Mabel called out. "What the heck are you doing?!"
"Dipper, what is the meaning of this?" Pacifica said through gritted teeth. Somewhere between
being scooped up and being trapped in a bear hug, Pacifica's robe had come undone, exposing a
more than ample amount of cleavage. "Who is this woman and why is she in your room?"
"I've got a better question," Mabel shot back. "What are you doing trying to get your skanky
hooks in my fr-fr?"
I call upon the powers of the god Xolotl to give me strength, Dipper pleaded silently to himself.
Everything was happening all at once the girls were going wild right in front of him. If things
were going to turn out like when Mabel first met Wendy, then this mansion was going to turn
Mabel was already glaring daggers at Pacifica. Pacifica was red in the face. Whether from anger
Mabel scoffed at that. "I'm sorry but I don't recognize the authority of spoiled rich girls. I only
follow my fr-fr."
Dipper knew Mabel's sass was really infuriating her. He should've known too; he was five inches
away from her face. A face that was currently emanating so much heat from rage he could've
sworn he saw a bit of his own inner rage in her. It would've been cute if it wasn't direct at his
sister.
"Doing things behind Preston's back...scary things...feeling amazing...wanting to feel like that all
Dipper would deny his butt off of the scandalous behavior Mabel was accusing him and Pacifica
of. Although he had to admit, hearing her say those words out of context made even him blush.
With a huff and a pout, Mabel did as she was told. Je ne sais pas pourquoi je dois couter la
skank femme."
Pasque vous travaillez pour le Northwest famille et vous voulez passer temps avec moi.