【Billdip】Restart

hungry.

He tossed and turned, covering his stomach with one hand.

hungry.

He couldn't bear it anymore, turned over and got out of bed, stumbling all the way.Trembling, he opened the drawer, grabbed the snacks inside and stuffed them into his mouth.

So hungry.

He stuffed another handful of biscuits.

So hungry.

He tore open the bag of potato chips, his fangs got out of his gums, and he bit the potato chips in his mouth hard.

Not enough, he thought, not enough.He's still hungry, his stomach lining is wriggling, he needs to eat—

Thunder and lightning tore through the night sky.

He was taken aback.The young man raised his head suddenly, and through the flash of lightning outside the window, he saw clearly the face in the mirror.

Pointy ears, black eye whites, golden animal pupils, and...

fangs.

His fangs were basically fully stretched out, with shreds of meat interspersed between them, which looked especially terrifying in the white light.

He was a little dazed, and his mind, suppressed by the hunger instinct, slowly returned to its original position.He noticed how he looked...

Nausea.

He spat out the food scraps in his mouth.

DipperPines twitched his nose.Now that he has regained his sanity, the hunger is still there, but it is much easier than before.

"……what happened?"

he murmured.

No one answered him.

Dipper sniffled. He smelled... something indescribable.The smell was disgusting, but it was strangely attractive to him.

"Bill?"

"Stan?" He opened the door and walked to the kitchen, "Stan what are you cooking? God what are you putting in it, can't you just let the poor kitchen go?"

There was no one in the kitchen.

...not Stan.

Who is that?

He was a little dizzy.Dipper had to lean against the door frame, close his eyes and wait for the feeling to pass because his eyes were blackened due to the excessive movement of getting up.

It was still early morning, and there was lightning and thunder outside.Normally, this point is when ProfessorPines "works".But right now, he can't do anything without freshly ground coffee to keep him alive.

"...Ah, I miss Jennifer's coffee. And my coffee machine."

He remembered that there seemed to be a pack of newly bought coffee beans at home?Tsk, I haven't had time to drink yet.

He felt his eyelids getting heavier, and Dipper walked slowly towards the bedroom.But these few steps he walked were extremely difficult, his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, his eyelids were heavy as if someone...

It's like... someone covered their eyes... like?

His figure shook violently.

When he stood still again, the momentum around him changed drastically. Dipper, no, it's Bill, he straightened his collar.Reach out and interfere with the surveillance camera.

"... Are you hungry?" He glanced at his nails, "You actually ran out like this."

Bill's nose fluttered, he had more experience than Alcor, the new demon. Bill immediately identified where the "smell" was coming from.

He opens the window.

The smell comes from the most luxurious estate in Gravity Springs.

"North... Where did it come from? Forget it, it's none of my business. It's not easy to attack a place with a lot of people." The demon crossed his arms, "I have to find a way to make this body less 'hungry'."

He snapped his fingers, and the log appeared in his palm out of thin air. Dipper's attitude towards this diary can be said to be much colder now, remembering the boy's stupid way of taking it wherever he went... The devil chuckled.

"Well...let me see BillCipher..."

The pages of the book are automatic without wind, and finally stop before a certain page.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Doppelganger? Alright alright, just barely."

The wings ripped through his back, and Bill flew out the window, merging with the night.

Dipper curled up on the couch, waiting for a rerun of Ghostbusters.It's raining outside today, it's cold and clammy.Usually there was no business in the Mysterious Cabin at this time, so he simply stole half a day off and watched TV with a bunch of snacks.

After tossing around like that last night, he woke up this morning and couldn't wait to eat three pieces of fried eggs and a whole piece of toast, which made Mabel and Stan dumbfounded.But I don't know why he is still very hungry, eating endless snacks all day.

At this moment, a critical episode was being played on TV, and Dipper was watching it intently.

[My God,] Bill's tone was filled with distaste that couldn't be concealed, [How old are you and still watching this kind of movie?Scientific exorcism?seriously? 】

[What's the matter with age!Besides, what happened to scientific exorcism, I will ask you what happened! 】

Bill was dumbfounded.

Why didn't he realize that this kid had such an unreasonable side before.

[No... Could it be possible to find ghosts by scanning the room with that stupid detector on the TV?Wake up, the two devils are sitting on the chairs and they didn't hear it. 】

The fanboy Dipper let the heavens know that he will never admit defeat.

【What do you know!Ke, science, how can it be called nonsense! ] Then came the difficult words, such as [Missing Imaging Technology], [Magnetic field, frequency change], etc., which made Bill laugh like a fool; the space of consciousness is full of happy air.

He was bickering with Bill in his mind, but in reality Mabel brought her two girlfriends into the living room.

Dipper met Mabel's eyes as soon as he looked up.

Mabel was a little embarrassed.Their relationship has apparently hit a new low since returning from the sphere war, with Mabel hanging out with friends and Dipper shutting herself in her cubicle.Basically only at dinner time.

To be honest, Dipper didn't think there was anything wrong - it was a normal thing for a nerd to do.It is common for him to throw himself into the lab and not talk to anyone for a month.

However, in Mabel's opinion, it was her speech in the crystal ball war that hurt Dipper's heart.So much so that Dipper started avoiding her.

"Di..."

Grenda slammed into the sofa, and Dipper took out the Coke and popcorn with quick eyesight and quick hands; the rest of the snacks were not so lucky, they died tragically under Brenda's weight, the scene was extremely heroic, one or two died without a whole body.

Dipper: "..."

Mabel: "..."

Bill: [MONSTER. 】

Grenda laughed hahaha, lay there and shouted "Look at me swimming on the cake". Dipper rubbed between his brows, he told himself that Grenda was not his student, calm down and you can't tell her to get out.

Mabel didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she just wanted to continue when she heard a news break on the TV.

Comedian Toby is working as a part-time reporter...wait a minute, he seems to be a full-time reporter; Toby reporter seems to be on the scene.

"I am now in front of the Northwest mansion, where the annual luxurious banquet will be held soon. Although ordinary people cannot enter, it cannot prevent us from setting up camp outside to see the banquet..."

The screen image changed from a comedian to a western shootout. The three girls froze for a moment, and Grenda was the first to react.

"Dipper!"

Dipper holds the remote control.

"Um?"

"Cut back!"

"No," he yawned, and Dipper felt like he didn't sleep well last night. "What's so interesting about this thing. Can you explain to me why everyone cares about this?"

"Are you kidding Dipper!" Candy waved his hands, "This is a high-class banquet! A high-class banquet! There will be many handsome little brothers!"

Dipper: "...Don't care about the little brother, next."

Grenda said: "There will be a lot of food! Think about it, endless chocolate fountains, all kinds of pizzas, and champagne and red wine! Ah, I'm underage and can't drink."

Dipper: "..." Why does it sound so much like a buffet.

Dipper: "Next."

Mabel worked hard and vowed to make his younger brother interested.

"It is said that there is a live quail in every gift basket!"

Dipper: "...I might consider putting a cat in each gift basket." Seriously, quail?

[Northwest's banquet planning was brain eaten by salamanders? 】

Salamander has finally become a cursed unit, which is gratifying.

[Maybe you think quail is small and exquisite, easy to control? 】

【... Then they might as well send butterfly specimens. 】

Bill: […] You make a damn sense.

Dipper lazily tunes in.

"To be honest, I'm not interested in this thing at all. I'd rather lie on the sofa and watch TV dramas than dance and listen to them gossip."

Mabel shook her head.

"Are you not interested at all? Not as big as a small fingernail?"

"No." He's going to throw up at the university banquet.He stuffed a popcorn into his mouth, "If you want to go that much, just tell Pacifica no."

The room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Dipper belatedly realizes that he may have said the wrong thing.

Candy swallowed.

"Well, Dipper, our relationship with Pacifica...is not as good as you think."

Oh fuck him.The hand holding the popcorn froze, Dipper's priceless mind was racing.He forgot about it, because Mabel and Pacifica had a good relationship later on, they often communicated by email, and occasionally had dinner together.He almost forgot their little conflict in childhood.

This is very embarrassing.

Hurry up, use your brain Mason, and get this thing out of the way...

There was a sudden knock on the door.

As if Dipper was pardoned, he said "I'll open the door" and slid to the door like the wind.

"I'm coming……"

The person in their mouth was dressed like a paparazzi and stood at the door.

Dipper gave her a deadpan look.

Then he slammed the door expressionlessly.

"Dipper? Who's knocking?"

"Insurance."

There was another knock on the door, this time obviously more forceful than last time, and it sounded full of anger. Dipper reluctantly opened the door.

Pacifica looked very angry.

"You saw me just now, didn't you?"

"No." Professor Pines has already mastered the technology of opening his eyes and telling lies.

"..." Pacifica twitched her lips, "Listen, I need your help. Our house, Northwest Manor, is haunted. If you don't help me, our house will be destroyed."

Dipper burps.He eats a little too much.

"Not interested in."

"What..." Pacifica took off her sunglasses, and Dipper felt that she still looks good without sunglasses, "Didn't you understand! My house is haunted, I need your help! Do you see the dark circles under my eyes! I I haven't slept well for days!"

"I'm not deaf, I can hear." He shrugged, "But it's none of my business..."

Pulling Dipper away with one hand, Mabel smiled at Pacifica.The smile is very stiff.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation first."

"That, Dipper," Mabel rubbed his hands, "We, hehehe." Behind her, Candy and Grenda followed hehehe.

Dipper: "..."

Dipper: "You want to go to the banquet?"

The three girls nodded.

He sighed, went out and said to Pacifica:

"I agreed to this, but I need three tickets as a reward."

Pacifica hated it.

"make a deal."

Mabel looked very happy.She and her friends hummed songs and chose fabrics one by one; they also made a simple hairstyle for themselves with curling irons and hairspray.She also wanted to dress up Dipper, which scared the 22-year-old bachelor back three steps.

Just kidding, he just sold his labor.Why are you dressed so formally?

Bill whimpered in the conscious space, nothing more than a judgment on his taste in clothes.

[Come on, what's the use of clothes if I'm a science and engineering nerd. ] He took out the vest from the closet, 【I only have slippers and a white coat. 】

After working continuously for ten days and half a month, anyone with dirty hair can be used as a bird's nest. Who cares if the clothes are white or yellow.

【ha? 】There was an indescribable sarcasm in Bill's voice, 【PineTree, I think I need to tell you: This is not the kind of school banquet where your school is the host.And now you're just a kid who didn't go to high school, not a Stanford professor. 】

Dipper's hand in the vest froze.

[You are right. 】

He snapped his fingers.

Tracksuits and waistcoats became black suits with bow ties.

[Too vulgar. 】

It rang again.

A black suit becomes a white tuxedo.

【...You really deserve to be a science and engineering geek.Nothing new. 】

Dipper was annoyed.

[Aren't these the same types of formal wear? !The only difference is the color is good or not! 】

Bill: […] He wondered if it was the right thing for him to work with this guy.Influenced by this aesthetic, half a year later he is likely to point to a row of Burberry Armani Dior and say there is any difference between them?Not all suits.

Just think about it.

The devil thought, before killing the salamander, he should first save the aesthetics of his allies.

DipperPines, the great tenured professor of Stanford University, the new demon Alcor, thinks he has been walking in the world for 22 years, and he has eaten enough salt—scientific and unscientific.But he never thought that his ally Bill Cipher would perform a big transformation in front of him.

Nachos evolved into human beings, which transcended matter, race, and DNA, a miracle of biology!

Darwin would be silent after watching it, and Schleiden would cry after watching it. ①

Bill Cipher put on his bowler hat, and he spoke in a leisurely manner:

"What, is it a surprise?"

In all fairness, Bill's face is... handsome.

Deep eye sockets, high nose bridge; his blond curly hair is tied into a low ponytail behind his head, with a fancy lace shirt and a melton coat embroidered with gold thread, like an eighteenth-century French nobleman.

However, the blindfold on the left eye ruined this guy's gentle temperament, on the contrary he looked a bit ruffian, like a very gentle scum.

Dipper crossed his arms.

"It was a surprise. I never thought you could become a human."

Bill let out an odd, tasteless laugh.

"It's just a facade."

He leaned back, and the Throne appeared out of nowhere to catch the wayward demon.

"I just think that the triangle shape is easier to move around, so I kept that shape." I tapped the armrest with my finger, "But now I find that I can't change into a human."

"...Did something happen?"

Bill's face darkened.

"I want to save my future aesthetic."

After 10 minutes, Mabel and the others waited for Dipper.To the surprise of the girls, the boy's clothes are quite handsome.French striped shirt, dark gray suit vest with suit pants of the same color, and pointed leather shoes.Wearing a dark blue tie with a silver collar clip and cufflinks set.

Dipper's waist is very nice, and the vest just highlights his waistline.Ten years ago, he might have worn this suit a little contrived, but for ProfesorPines now, this suit is more suitable than ordinary suits.He is still an adult at heart, so there is no sense of disobedience in dressing like this.

"...My brother, your clothes are pretty good." Mabel murmured.

Of course it wasn't Dipper's choice, he didn't have the taste.At first he was still stubborn, saying that wearing a vest to a banquet was disrespectful to his master—he remembered his master at this time—and looked at himself in the mirror without making a sound after putting it on.

[How about it, not bad. 】The devil is complacent.

[It's really good. ] He reluctantly admits.Demons are really good at matching clothes.

[Add this at the end~] Bill waved his cane, and the dark gray suit jacket fell on Dipper's arms.He blinked and said to Dipper: [Surprise them, PineTree. 】

Dipper was sitting in Pacifica's luxury car at this moment, facing out the window.It rained all night and there was another day.Everything is shrouded in gray rain.Behind her, Mabel was arguing with her friends, praising Pacifica's car loudly; the latter seemed dismissive, but the upward arc of the corner of his mouth couldn't be restrained.

They will be good friends in the future.

He didn't look at the girls, but he just knew their reactions.He thinks back to Bill turning his head 180 degrees in "Day of Oblivion."He tried later, and Alcor could do it too.This is probably the talent of the devil, he thought.

Palo Alto has a cool climate with lots of sunshine and not much rain.Gravity Springs is the opposite, and rain is a regular occurrence for small Oregon towns. Dipper suddenly felt that this town was actually far away from him—he was used to the sunshine in Palo Alto, the two o'clock line at the apartment university every day, and Jennifer's coffee.He will feel that the continuous rain makes people feel depressed, and he will feel that instant coffee is difficult to drink. Every morning, he habitually opens the refrigerator to search for yogurt, and half a minute later he remembers that this is not California.

In fact, this small town was no longer suitable for him.

He just forcibly stuffed the soul of a foreigner into the body of a young man. The soul was squeezed crookedly, and the body was stretched out of shape.In fact, nothing was suitable from the very beginning, from inside to outside, it was not suitable.

The car drove into the Northwest Manor, and the gate was crowded with townspeople who wanted to see the elegance of the upper class.A few people with cameras squeezed in the front, and the moment the flash was on, he saw his indifferent face on the glass.

Pacifica's father, as Dipper imagined, was well-dressed, with several layers of pomade, thick enough to reflect light.Wearing a gold ring on the middle finger of his left hand, he was wearing a dark checked suit with a strong old-fashioned aristocratic style.

He twitched the corners of his mouth.

But pull it down, the United States was founded less than 300 years ago, where are the old-fashioned aristocrats.

He opened his hands dramatically when he saw Dipper.

"Ah, isn't this a man of the hour? I've seen you fighting the evil spirits in the newspapers." Dipper thought for a long time which evil spirit he caught would be published in the newspapers, and finally gave up because it was too old, Mr. Northwest Continued: "I hope you can help us solve this small problem before the guests come. Of course, please feel free to eat and drink."

"I'll do my best." He replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Mr. Northwest eyed the young man critically.He couldn't be called a "young man" yet, at best he was a teenager, not even a teenager.

But his every move is not in line with this age. Mr. Northwest is not stupid. He admits that he looks down on those ugly and vulgar commoners, but he also knows where commoner children of this age should play wildly.Their Pacifica is one of the few.

He saw Dipper Pines pick up a glass of champagne from the waiter with ease.The boy was really skilled, and his fingers didn't even touch the cups and bowls. Dipper was probably thirsty, and after drinking the champagne, he conveniently placed the glass on the passing waiter's tray.The movements are smooth and smooth, and no old-fashioned person like Mr. Norhwest can fault it.

"Is this really his first time at a party?" Mr. Northwest asked his daughter.

"...As far as I know, yes." She pointed to Mabel, who was playing with the chocolate tower, which was spreading the chocolate sauce all over the place.

That's interesting, Mr. Northwest thought.But he didn't take it to heart. Mrs. Northwest noticed that the menu was a bit out of tune and was calling him over, but he put it behind him in a blink of an eye.

He didn't see anything wrong with a minor drinking champagne.

On the surface, the Northwest family has always done a good job. They generously waited for him to eat almost before taking him to the room where the accident happened-Dipper was not polite to them, and he had a big meal.Especially those desserts, he really loves desserts.These desserts made him nostalgic for the college cafeteria.Seriously, Stanford's cafeteria is really good.As a dead house with low self-care ability, he basically relies on the cafeteria all year round.Thanks principal.

Pacifica led him through the old corridors of the manor, and the little girl was very proud of her family history—unlike the future Pacifica, who would openly declare in the newspapers that her company had nothing to do with the Northwest family, her Northwest It's just a surname and has nothing to do with family honor.

...the water in here is really deep.

"Here we are," she said, and opened the door for Dipper.

The room is full of specimens, and the main color of the room is also dark, which feels gloomy.

"...It looks like the kind of haunted room." He couldn't help complaining.

"How, can it be solved?" Pacifica asked.

Dipper puts his coat on the back of the chair, formal attire is not very suitable for events.He took a few steps forward, looked at the house and said, "If I say no, will your family let me go?"

Pacifica let out her trademark sneer.

"of course not."

[The mystical pride of human beings in some ways really makes me sick. ] Bill said he was pouring red wine.

【Especially after knowing that the history of my family is false.What's the matter with your bottle of wine, I have never drunk this brand. 】

[You mean this? 】The devil shook the wine bottle, 【This is drawn from my memory, I created a special partition in the memory palace for wine.Be in a good mood today and celebrate. 】

Dipper didn't ask Bill what he was celebrating, he didn't want to know.His relationship with demons...wasn't that good.

Pacifica saw the boy with his hands in his pockets, not even the salt shaker. ②The sleeves are rolled up a few inches, strolling in the garden, leisurely like a tourist.

Dipper wasn't really nervous, but the ominous feel of the room was real.He turned his back to Pacifica, and gold floated into his eyes.

[Bill. 】

What the devil sees is different from Pacifica.He could tell from the girl's nervous but not panicked reaction that she didn't see these things.

"... Dipper Pines?"

He raised his head, and the black undead were howling silently, their faces distorted like the famous painting "The Scream", densely packed and piled up like a mountain.

Bill whistled.

【...This is really unexpected. 】

Not all undead can manifest physicality.Generally speaking, only if you are too obsessed.Although the appearance of these ghosts is very distorted, it is not difficult to see the appearance of animals.

That said, these guys are the souls of specimens.For some reason, he became a wraith and lingered here.A deer-shaped ghost passed through the Pacifica, and the girl just shivered and said why it was so cold.

Dipper looked away, walking up and down the room.The undead didn't dare to approach at all, so they could only hide aside and growl.

"Shut up."

Pacifica saw the boy snap his fingers, and a blue flame burst into the corner. She couldn't see the ghost, but she still heard the scream.

Her voice was so sharp that she had to cover her ears.

"I know you have a lot to ask, but please keep your mouth shut." Dipper turned his back to Pacifica, the whites of his eyes were covered in black, "I won't answer you."

He no longer manages Pacifica.There are too many ghosts in this room, and he can feel a very powerful force, even far better than animal ghosts.

Calm down, calm down Dipper, relax.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He felt the flow of power in the air, and the ghosts were swimming around, bringing up gusts of wind; he chased those hair-thin powers, like playing with a maze on paper, and walked up along them.He felt that the power he was chasing was getting stronger and stronger, almost half of the power of the ghost in the whole room...

Dipper snapped his eyes open.

Then he took a step forward, held his right hand falsely, and slashed at the painting in front of him with the gesture of drawing a knife!His hands were originally empty, but as the movements changed from slow to fast, weapons began to appear in the empty palms.That was no ordinary weapon, it was a sword made of blue flames.At first it was the handle of the knife, then the blade, and the moment it was cut, the tip of the knife appeared!

Pacifica felt like she was watching a blockbuster with special effects.There is nothing left of her ten-year outlook on life, and science is dead.

As expected of a sword condensed by flames, flames spread around the moment the oil painting was torn apart.But at the critical moment, the ghost escapes from the oil painting, avoiding this fatal blow.

Pacifica screamed, the sawdust from the frame shaking off her shoulders.

Dipper was speechless, he reluctantly threw a protective barrier to the girl.The heightened sense of hearing suddenly caught an incongruous wind in the air, Dipper took a sharp step back, and the ax grazed his fingertips and fell!Any closer, and his fingers would separate from his palm!

[Bill! 】

The black faded from the eyes, but the gold remained. Bill Cipher's experience is obviously much richer than Alcor's. He retreated to stabilize his figure, and snapped his fingers at the same time, countless flames appeared out of thin air; then the demon waved his hand, and the flames rained down from the sky!

Pacifica sat shivering in the barrier.

"Wow wow," Bill tilted his head, he spread his hands, and a crutch appeared in his palm; the devil walked slowly towards the smoke and dust, and there was a figure standing in it, "this really...surprised me."

Although the ghost was in a panic, a big hole was blown in its chest, and the bone fragments clanged and fell with the movement.

But he is not dead.

Bill noticed that the ghost's beard and hair were made of flames; he glanced into the fireplace, which was directly below the portrait - apparently powered by the flames.

Bill didn't use all his strength in the blow just now, otherwise the whole house would be blown up by flames.

The ghost wheezed and wheezed—it was strange that he could act like a living person even though he was dead. Bill smiled.

This is the instinct of human beings. Even after death, even if they become souls, they still have these disgusting and useless instincts.

inability.

"...I am a lumberjack who was deceived by the Northwest family 150 years ago," said the ghost. For the price, the manor was built in the fastest time. But when the manor was completed, Northwest closed the gate of the manor and refused to let us enter!"

"Heavy rain, mudslides broke out, and I was hit by an ax in the mudslides!" The ghost raised his voice, and the furnishings in the room trembled with the sound. He pointed to the ax above his head, "Shouldn't the Northwest family pay the price? ?!"

Bill and Dipper both snorted.

"I sympathize with what happened to you," Dipper said.

Bill raised his walking stick, which he never left his body, looking elegant and pompous.

Bill said, "But it takes people's money and helps them eliminate disasters."

Dipper added flames to the cane.

"You know, I'm a businessman with a conscience."

Bill rolled his eyes, and he flung the flames out!

Pacifica was hiding in the barrier, and she could see clearly that "Dipper" did indeed throw flames on the ghost, and the ghost did scream, but...

But Pacifica saw that the fire did not burn the ghost, and the ghost screamed at first, and his clothes were burned by the flames; but soon, the scream of the ghost became weaker and weaker.She saw the ghost's muscles gradually peeling off, revealing a skeleton with flames wrapped around it; the color of the ghost's flame beard gradually darkened, from light blue at the beginning to blue blue in "Dipper"'s hand.

"D, Dipper!"

The ghost obviously also noticed the change in himself. He laughed wildly and raised the flaming axe, which suddenly became bigger and slashed at the demon!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The enchantment can block the flying debris of furniture, but it cannot block the smoke.The girl was choking and coughing non-stop. She managed to get up from the ground. When the smoke and dust dispersed slightly and the visibility was higher, she saw the house that seemed to have been trampled by a hundred thousand bison.

Pacifica was a little dizzy, she felt that she must have been hit on the head by something and she still hasn't woken up.The house is destroyed like this, the parents will definitely kill her!She can still recall the power of Ghost's ax up to now, shaking the earth...

etc?Earth shaking?What about Dipper?

"Dipper?" Pacifica didn't care about the skirt that was caught by the iron nails. She tugged hard, and the skirt became tattered. "DipperPines? Did you hear that? PINES!"

She turned over the piles of wood, then lay down and looked under the sofa.No sign of Dipper was found.The girl panicked. Although she always disliked the Pines siblings, thinking they were dirty and noisy, but...but she never wanted to let them die.

dead.

Pacifica suddenly remembered the way Dipper threw the transparent ball over.She is not stupid, she knows that Dipper also dislikes her, and she also knows that if Mabel didn't want to come, the boy would never help her.The boy could obviously ignore her during the battle, but he still gave her a protective shield because of her screaming... so that he was almost cut by the ghost.

The girl knelt on the ground slumped, her ivory-like calf was covered with scars, and there were bloody cuts one after another.It looked hideous and disgusting.His blond hair was knotted, his face was dusty and dusty, like a McGucket.

She has always been spoiled and spoiled, when has she ever been so embarrassed.

But she didn't think about those fragrant handkerchiefs, nor did she think about what her parents would do when they saw them.She knelt on the ground, tears fell drop by drop, the dust on her cheeks was washed away by tears, leaving two muddy marks.

Sorry, she thought, sorry DipperPines.

It's all her fault, Pacifica thought.She knows, she actually has a way to deal with ghosts.The parchment left by the ancestors is very clear, isn't it?Just open the gate and let the townspeople in, and the ghost will leave on its own initiative.

But she didn't.

It was she who spoke to her stupid parents and got DipperPines.

If she hadn't said that, if she'd defied her parents, if she'd had the courage to face the lumberjack's curse and open that damn gate to let the townsfolk in! Dipper, will Dipper... no, be killed by her...

Yes, yes, she covered her face with her hands, biting