promises of a delphinium [Dipper x Pacifica]

Chapter Eleven - Motivations

tw // mentions of self harm and domestic abuse (very briefly)

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"Are you serious?"

Mason let a sigh escape his lips, irritated. The foreign sound he had woken up to turned out to be his ringtone - his phone vibrating under a layer of dust when he found it. He didn't use it often. Not out of any particular reason, he just didn't really see the point. There simply wasn't anyone worth contacting.

"Northwest do you realize the time? Do you have a death wish?"

"Oh you and your threats. They're getting old." She chastised, diminishing his words to mere banter.

His eyes flitter to the clock on the wall. "It's 8.32a.m."

"Yes exactly! The day has started. The sun's waving hello-"

"Why are you calling me?" He cuts her off, already tired of the conversation.

"I told you! It's to start our operation get-dipper-a-friend-who-isn't-pacifica-"

"How did you even get this number?" Only a select few had his number, people she'd never have any relations to.

"A girl has her ways." How maddeningly cryptic.

"It's 8.32a.m."

"You already said that one?"

"I'm aware. I just wanted to stress how diabolical this whole situation is." Mason rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, resisting the urge to yawn. He started walking to his bed, wanting to resume his sleep. "Look, I'm not sure who you think you're talking to, but i had a late night yesterday."

"Doing what?"

"I was-" He caught himself. "Why would I tell you?"

"You almost did though."

"Goodbye, Northwest."

"Wait!! You're not getting out of this one! We need to get you a friend remember?"

He gives in to the yawn, sitting on his bed. This felt a bit improper; calling while he was on his bed. Did people usually do this? Why did this even matter? God it is way too early for this. "I don't remember agreeing to this."

She giggled. Uh oh.

"What is it?"

She still giggled a little. "No, it's just- heh- i figured you'd say that so I'm already on the way to the manor to pick you up!"

"WHAT?" That certainly woke him up.

"Woah I didn't know you could scream like that.."

He cleared his throat, knowing the maids outside could've heard him. He walked over to his closet, then to his window, then back to his closet - unsure what to prioritize.

"Okay, calm down. I can hear you freaking out. I stopped walking, geez. You really don't want your sister to know you're friends with me, huh?" She joked, but her tone had a hint of something deeper. Usually he'd pick up on that (not really) but he focused on the fact that she stopped walking. Good.

"I'll head to you."

"Okay b-"

He ends the call and sighs again. It's fucking 8am.

***

Victor had been a chauffeur for most of his life. Initially, he had rejected working for the Gleefuls, but with bills to pay and a family to raise, he couldn't afford to be picky. Despite the terrifying experiences, the pay had always been good for the past 23 years.