Warnings: blood mention, murder, death of parent mention, um... yeah
Word count: 1948
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Once the cult of robes dispersed, we watched as they put Susan's memories in some sort of tube and it is sucked up. Then they leave the room, not realizing that we're in here. We hop down from the ledge we were hiding in and look around the room for any clues.
"Where did Lazy Susan's memories go?" Dipper asked, following a tube until it runs into the wall and he turns back to us. I shrug, looking around.
"I dunno dude," Soos strolls under a tube and it sucks up his hat. "Oh no! My hat!" he exclaims.
"After that hat!" Dipper points, racing after it, following the hat through the tubes. Soos jogs after him, too, and I follow shortly after only to stop when something else catches my eye. I glimpse back at the two boys, who were already sprinting ahead of me, not paying attention to what I'm doing.
I glance behind me, not seeing Wendy or Mabel. I pace myself as I head to the object, which is a cylindrical tube, comparable to what Lazy Susan's memories were put in. Except this one has my name on it in cursive. I pick it up, carefully weighing it in my hands as I wonder what the memories could be about. Whatever it is, it justifies the heavy sense of Deja Vu I was feeling.
I shove the tube into my sweatshirt pocket, admitting it looks stupid and I put it back. "I'll be back for you later," I murmur to it, hoping it will still be here when I return.
I wander away from it, a bit cagey, but how am I supposed to even see what's inside? I unexpectedly feel a hand on my shoulder, jolting me back slightly. "You're not supposed to be down here," a voice declares. I turn my head to see who it is, noticing it's a guy in a robe. I freak out and break free of his grip until I inevitably maneuver into another guy with a robe. This guy is much, much larger.
I'm raised by my shoulders and carried to a pillar where Wendy, Soos, Mabel, and Dipper are already bound. One of them grasps a cord, forcing me to sit next to Wendy as I am also tied up. "Who are you?" Dipper asked.
One by one, they all remove the hoods of their robes, displaying their faces. Every day, average townspeople like Bud Gleeful and the guy who married a woodpecker. One of them, nonetheless, I do not recognize. The man with peculiar tattoos on his cranium and some bewitchingly colored eyes.
"We are the Society of the Blind Eye. My name is Blind Ivan," the stranger chuckles, "Or, sometimes, just Ivan." He holds up the memory gun and starts messing with the settings.
"Why do you do this? Don't you have any remorse for taking away people's memories?" Dipper asked, hoping to hinder the inescapable.
Ivan shoots himself with the memory gun, articulating "Remorse for what?" The man then ponders for a second before expressing, "I guess since we are going to zap your memories away, we can tell you." He takes a breath, "Long ago, our founder-" He pauses, turning to his other members, "Guys, who is our founder?"
The others shrug or say "I don't know" in response.
"Nevermind. It doesn't matter right now," Ivan sighs. "Anyway, long ago, the people of Gravity Falls would feel distressed when they saw weird phenomena they didn't understand, like little men eating the pies of the owner of a diner. We fixed that problem by making them not remember. Sure, their brains don't work like they used to, but the people are happy," he tells. I'm one of those people who had their memories taken away.
"But that's horrible!" Soos exclaims.
"Again, I don't care," Ivan smiles, pointing the gun at us. "You won't remember your summer here in just a few seconds."
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