Chapter Twenty

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AN: Somehow I forgot that Mabel told Pacifica that Bill is back 😫 So I just fixed chapter eighteen.

Dipper and Pacifica sit in the Quad, taking an opportunity to hang out before he leaves. The crisp autumn air is nice. But the prophecy still lingers in his mind.

"If you go any faster you might cause an earthquake." Pacifica jokes, placing a hand on his knee. The bouncing stops. "You okay?"

"Yeah, there's just some family stuff going on." Mabel probably told Pacifica about Bill, but either way, he doesn't really feel like talking about it.

"I heard. Listen, let me know if you need anything. I'm serious."

"I know." He wants to tell her not to worry, but the last time that happened she socked him in the gut and refused to talk to him for a week.

"I gotta go, my class is on the other side of the campus." Pacifica groans,  grabbing her bag.

"Have fun." Dipper teases, deciding to start heading to the parking lot in the opposite direction.

Pacifica lets out a dry laugh and flips him off. He returns the gesture before turning away to grab his keys.

By the time he reaches the Shack, Ford is waiting for him on the porch. The man quckly drags him to the lab.

"What's going on?" Dipper asks, trying to figure out what's so urgent.

"Bill showed up after you left. Wendy is understandably upset, but she's begging Stan to let her hunt him down."

"And you, of all people, don't want her to do that?"

"There's a chance to keep you safe from the Phaeloxians, but only if I play along."

Dipper looks at his great uncle, guilt piercing his heart. He knows that isn't going to happen, but it's not like he loves the idea of dying either. Maybe he can make some sort of arrangement.

"I don't know, I'd like to see Ford try to outsmart me." Bill's taunting laugh rings out through Dipper's mind.

"He called off our deal because of a slight inconvience. The minute he sees an opportunity to kill me he'll take it." Dipper shrugs. "He made up his mind on that six years ago, and nothing's gonna change it."

"So you're just going to give up?" Ford exclaims.

"I have a plan. Trust me, everything's gonna work out."

He doesn't have a plan. He has absolutely nothing, but his words seem to persuade Ford at least a bit.

AN: I know this is a short chapter. Writer's block and midterm anxiety is kicking my ass. Hopefully I'll be back on my game by November 😅 Anyway, if y'all are here from Tumblr, don't be scared to drop some ideas and recommendations, they'd be greatly appreciated ❤️

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