promises of a delphinium [Dipper x Pacifica]

Chapter Two - And The Game Begins

Mason continues to flip through the pages in the journal, unable to search for the right tools to construct his plan.

"Will?" He calls out, his fingers still scanning the pages. Instantly, a glowing blue triangle pops out of thin air next to him, nervously waiting for an order.

"Y-yes, Mr.Gleeful?" It stutters out of fear. Mason slams the journal close and lift his head eerily slowly, glaring at its eye.

"I don't recall giving you permission to say my name." He states.

It gulps, "But your sister said--" He lifts an eyebrow, challenging it. "I-I mean, apologies, master!"

Already bored of their interactions, his eyes drift towards the journal again, flipping it open - observing the various pictures inside. "Show me the best way to punish an insolent brat" He demands.

"Right away!"

The room turns dark, the only light emanating from Will's glow. It snaps its fingers,causing a row of glowing pages from the journal to appear behind it. One of the few reasons why Mason keeps this blue nacho around - it has some use, one of them being that it has the journal memorized.

"We have many, many options" It states, the excitement clear in his tone as he showcases the pages. "Since you have the amulets, your choices are endless!"

Mason's blank expression doesn't waver. It's pointing out the obvious. Was Will trying to waste his time?

Will's smile slowly fades away when it catches his master's unsatisfied expression. It stops messing around and clears its throat, "Option one: you could switch her body parts. Her ears becomes her eyes, her mouth can turn into her leg. Anything you desire to see!" It explains. When he doesn't reply, it goes on. "Option two: you could turn her into a hideous monster for the rest of her life!" He stays silent. Will gulps and continues.

All these options were starting to turn dull. It didn't feel interesting as it used to - it felt repetitive, and Mason wanted to introduce that blonde to how things work in Gravity Falls. It had to be something impactful. Something she wouldn't expect. And that hair. Before torturing her or doing anything - he needed her hair in its best condition. Turning her into monsters or whatever could ruin its essence - is what Mabel would say. She is more educated on potion-making than him, though of course he didn't like admitting that. His eyes snap back at Will to see it still blabbering. Is it always going to be this boring? Maybe he should punish Will instead, he ponders.

"How about this.." It trailed off. "If you really want to find out what ticks her off personally, why don't you just toy with her first, master?"

Mason eyes him, processing his words.

Toy with her..

It is her fault his life has become miserable these days. Getting dragged into messes because of that stupid Gideon, who turns out is actually her cousin as Will had mentioned.

And a new toy. Just like he wanted.

His lips curl upwards into a smirk.

This should be fun.

***

He puts on a red collared long-sleeved shirt, leaving the top two buttons unbuttoned. He then wears a pair of black slacks and shoes, and heads downstairs. With his hair neatly brushed, he was ready to observe his target.

"Mason?" a voice calls out but Mason, of course, doesn't care who's calling and doesn't bother slowing down. He instead presses down the door handle, pulling it open before it slams shut by itself. He doesn't even flinch, already growing accustomed to these situations. He rolls his eyes and reluctantly turns around, spotting an annoyed Mabel.