Foster Girl ★ ( Dipper x Reader )

Chapter 37

(A/n: I'm gonna love fucking you guys up with this chapter. Unless you guys have no heart. Than wtf, let's be friends. )

Y/n's Perspective.

We all decided to get together for dinner tonight at Pacifica's. I was shocked to learn that she was okay with letting the Pines family eat with us. Knowing that she probably hates them.

All of us got dressed up, even Stan. Mabel decided to make her own dress, which came out nice. Too girly my my taste though. They walked inside, smelling what the chef had made. It smelled wonderful, finally, a good meal. I was tired of salad.

"Okay, our opening dish is soup." The waiter declared. Everyone clapped softly, as we slurped our soup. Well only Mabel did, but get the gist. It was bizarre, her and Pacifica sat next to one another.

I saw Pacifica take a deep breath, and stood up. "I have an announcement." She declared. "Mabel, and I,"

Everyone turned to her, expecting a friendship declare. But that was not what we got.

"We are dating." She said grabbing Mabel's hand.

"Congrats!" I smiled at them clapping. I slowly stopped as I looked around at everyone's hurt faces.

"We hate the northwests though..." Stan mumbled.

"Mabel how could you..." Dipper sighed.

"But." Stan stood up, smacking Dipper's side. "If Mabel is happy, I am."

"I just really hate Pacifica–" Dipper said as Stan threw a towel at him. "Damn it boy! Respect your sister!"

"Anyways. We still love ya kid." He declared to Mabel as he sat back down. We all did, as the waiter walked in again.

He sat down our food in front of us, on our plate. It was meat, fairly good smelling ones.

We dug in right away, stuffing our faces.

Dipper kept glancing at Pacifica and Mabel, nervously.

Was he being overprotective?

"Dipper, you okay?" I whispered.

"Fine," he insisted.

"You sure?" I said frowning.

He nodded, and waved me off. I sighed, and ate. I savored the food, slowly chewing. It was amazing, the cook did wonderful. Once we where done, the plates where taken away.

"Ms. Northwest?" The waiter asked. "Their was a note in the food which was delivered."

"This was delivered?!" Pacifica said. Her face went pale, I suppose she hated other people cooking for her whom wasn't close.

"Yes," the waiter shrugged, tipping his hat. "I think they did fairly well. It smelled good, so I suppose it tastes good."

"A candle smells good, we don't eat them though!" She screamed at him.

"Sorry, Paci- I mean sorry Ms, Ms Northwest!" The waiter said frantically to her. He somewhat bowed to her, like a queen.

"Yeah." She said flipping her hair slightly.

"But," he said holding out a note. "This came with it. I didn't read it though."

"Give it to me." She said snatching it from his hands. She struggled to open it, so she grabbed her knife and sliced it open, throwing the knife at the wall.

Mabel stood up, and took Pacifica's hand. After reassuring her, Pacifica read it fast.

Her jaw dropped.

"Oh shit.." She said covering her mouth and running to the bathroom.

"What?" Mabel raised an eyebrow picking up the note. She read over it, her hazel eyes glancing over the pale damaged note.

All I distinctively remember hearing, was her piercing scream.

Tears plucked from her eyes, as she ran after Pacifica, also holding her mouth shut.

The note was picked up, and I read it aloud.

"Dear Pacifica Northwest,

We formally would like to announce the recipe of this dish. First off, it's meat. You dip it in a special sauce, the animal's blood, then bread it. Now, since your girlfriend Mabel is over, I've made it specially for her. It's even, her best friend, pathetic Waddles. Didn't he taste lovely? More to come, if you wish.

Love,
Death Himself. "

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"Okay, who the hell is death himself?" I asked under my breath.

But first of all, I had to throw up.