Reincarnated In ToonTown Chapter 196: What's going On? (Patreon)

“Here you go, two skewers and a burger.” 

“Thanks.” 

I can take whoever’s next,” Pacifica called out as she glanced down at her notepad, ready to record the order. 

“Pacifica?!” 

Hearing a chorus of familiar voices, Pacifica’s stomach dropped as she looked up and found her old childhood acquaintances staring at her with wide eyes full of disbelief. 

‘Damnit, why does it have to be these two morrons?’ Pacifica swore as she stared at Dipper and Mabel’s dumbfounded looks, “What do the two of you want?” 

“You’re…working,” Dipper muttered in shock as he stared at Pacifica standing behind the counter, “I didn’t think it was possible…I thought you would die of a heart attack before you did a second of honest work.” 

“Maybe her parents finally cut her off,” Mabel postulated before she frowned, “Are you going to be running the snack stand with us?! Where’s Wendy? I need to make a complaint!” 

“No, I’m not working here, especially not with the two of you!” Pacifica scoffed, “I would rather die than be caught working for money!” 

“I knew it,” Dipper muttered under his breath while Mabel stepped forward and slammed her hands down on the countertop, “Then why are you here, Pacifica?! You trying to make a move on our turf?!” 

Pacifica rolled her eyes, “Ugh, first of all, it’s a public pool so I can be here anytime I want, not that I would. I have my own pool after all, one that's heated and not infested with whatever diseases you people carry.” 

“You people?” Dipper repeated, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“You know, commoners, the less fortunate,” Pacifica listed off as she waved her hand dismissively,  “Take your pick, whichever one you identify the most with.” 

“If there weren’t witnesses, just know I would jump across this counter and strangle you,” Mabel swore as her hands clenched into fists. 

Pacifica opened her mouth to respond when she felt a large hand come to rest against the small of her back and the top of her ass, “Is everything alright up here?” 

Pacifica's body stiffened as Ramon’s spoke from directly behind her and his hand drifted even lower, making her stomach flutter nervously. 

“I’m sorry, who the hell are you and why does it look like you eat bears?” Dipper asked as he stared up at Ramon, who basically took up most of the space in the concession stand window.

“Yeah, what’s your name, and home address?” Mabel demanded as her pupils went wide, “And do you need a personal masseuse?” 

“No, he does not,” Pacifica said, shooting Mabel down as she threw out her arms as if to physically protect Ramon, “Keep your hands off him!”

Mabel glared at Pacifica and snarled, “No one asked you!” 

“Oh God, not again,” Dipper muttered under his breath as he watched his sister clearly hyperfixate on the broad-shouldered man with deep blue eyes and sun-kissed skin, ‘It’s her fucking kryptonite.

“I will fucking end you if you don’t get your filthy eyes off him,” Pacifica whispered as she stared Mabel down, who didn’t flinch in the slightest.

“This isn’t finders keepers, you silver-spooned hussy,” Mabel whispered back as she leaned forward over the counter, meeting Pacifica’s gaze with an equal amount of rage.

“Alright, alright down girl,” Dipper muttered as he pulled Mabel back, “I think we should go somewhere else and stop holding everyone else up.” 

“Oh, there’s no need; you waited in line, so Pacifica here is going to apologize and then take your order.”   

“I'm what?!” 

“She is?!” 

Pacifica stared back at Ramon with an incredulous look in her eyes, “Why would I apologize?! I did nothing wrong!” 

“You’ll apologize because I told you to,” Ramon replied with a smile, but as Pacifica stared into his eyes, she found a domineering darkness that both excited and scared her. 

Turning back around, Pacifica hung her head for a moment before letting out a reluctant sigh, “I’m…sorry for insulting you…May I please take your order?” 

Mabel and Dipper stared at Pacifica for a long moment before hesitantly responding, “Yeah, we’ll take two hot dogs and two cheeseburgers.” 

“Two hot dogs and two cheeseburgers…coming right up,” Pacifica repeated dejectedly as she wrote down the order before giving Dipper and Mabel a ticket, “Here’s your order number and your food will be out shortly.” 

Mabel took the ticket and exchanged one last glance with Dipper, “Alright then, we’ll be back when the food is ready.” 

Pacifica said nothing, instead continuing to sulk until the twins were out of earshot, “I can’t believe you made me do that. Now they’re going to lord it over me next time we meet!” 

“Or they’re going to appreciate that you apologized to them and you’ll realize that there’s no reason for your three to be enemies.” Ramon replied with a smile before he leaned in, “I’m also very happy that you listened to me, and when I’m happy I tend to be extra generous with my rewards. So I suggest that for the rest of your shift you think about how you want me to reward you for doing such a good job.” 

A shiver passed up Pacifica’s spike as Ramon squeezed her ass with only the thin fabric of her bikini separating his fingers and her bare skin, “Thank you, daddy, I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Ramon grinned, “Of course you will; now just keep up the good work.” 

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“Okay, that was super weird, right?” Mabel asked as she and Dipper stopped to discuss once the food shack was out of view, “Pacifica apologizing? Since when has that ever happened?” 

“I don’t know; maybe she finally grew up and decided that being mean isn’t a personality,” Dipper replied with a shrug. 

“Yeah, right,” Mabel muttered with a shake of her head, “No I think there’s something else going on here…and I think I know who’s responsible.” 

“Please don’t say that guy who you clearly have an obsession with.” Dipper muttered as he clasped his hands together in prayer. 

“Well who else would it be, Dipper!?” Mabel asked as she threw up her hands, “And did you see how defensive she got when I started talking to him?!” 

Dipper groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, “You asked the man where he lived and if he needed a private masseuse. There’s a high chance that Pacifica’s dating him or something, and your advancements weren’t exactly what I would call subtle.” 

“Don’t you dare say that!” Mabel snapped fiercely, rejecting Dipper’s theory, “There’s no way someone as toxic as her can pull someone like that. There has to be some alternative motive.” 

“Wait, I thought you wanted to investigate the guy whose name you don’t know. Now all of a sudden it's Pacifica the one who’s responsible?” Dipper pointed out, highlighting Mabel’s hypocrisy. 

“We can investigate them both!” Mabel exclaimed with a burning intensity in her eyes, “Either way, we've got to get to the bottom of this thing!” 

“What thing?! That was a totally normal interaction that only got weird because you and Pacifca are too man-hungry to think clearly.” Dipper exclaimed, growing more and more insensed with his sister’s antics. 

“Come on, you know that this is something, we just need to do a bit of poking around to uncover the truth,” Mabel persuaded. 

“Oh, there you guys are!” 

Dipper and Mabel looked as Wendy waved at them, and she walked over, “You two gone to the snack stand yet? The food is really fucking good!” 

“Unfortunately, yes, we’ve gone,” Dipper muttered, “And now Mabel is obsessing over the cook.” 

“Am not,” Mabel muttered, sending her brother a glare.

“Hey, she’s not the only one, but can you really blame them? That is one hunk of man,” Wendy commented before she turned and walked away. 

“Mabel, change of plans…let’s figure out what that son of a bitch is up to.”