It's Where My Demons Hide

Chapter 28

Shape Shifter

"Deleatur memoria tui sit, non omnia quidem meminisse fines! (1)" whispered the Shape Shifter, as his tentacles glowed bright red, his red eyes locked with Dipper's. He was reciting an ancient spell of erasing a particular memory, which he had overheard Ford muttering when he was writing that journal.

As he chanted, he saw that the boy's eyelids were slowly closing. It seemed like the spell had worked. The Shape Shifter cackled and loosened his grasp, dropping the boy.

"GSV HGZI DROO HSVW SVI OZHG GVZI, GSV JFVVM DROO UZXV SVI DLIHG UVZI; HVXIURXVH DLFOW YV NZWV, KIRCVH DLFOW YV KZRW; SRH SVZIG UROOVW DRGS DLV, GSV SVIL RH MLD Z ULV; GIFHG ML LMV, BLF SZW YVVM DZIMVW," he spoke, as he watched the boy's eyes closing.
(This is atbash cipher)

Sneering, he scanned the boy's body and took his form. How did he know about the Weirdmaggedon? The Shape shifter wondered. Had the Master told him about it? If he did, why didn't his master told him sooner? It could've prevented him from calling the boy to his office, prevented him from losing his cool. Alas, what's done was done.

Besides, he could take advantage of this. The boy's memories were erased, so it would be too late for him when it comes back. Also, by taking his form, he could still proceed on with the plan his Master had made. Brilliant.

Now what should I do to the boy? The Shapeshifter thought about this for a moment. He grinned when an idea came to him. He turned to the boy's direction, and spoke. "Omnia haec sunt vera. Quid esset uisio. Vos nescitis quidquam,. Nunc reliqua carcere revertemini ad antiquitatem vestram. Quanto magis nos facere postea nocte." (2)

The boy raised himself up and nodded blankly. His eyes were dull yellow and lost its usual spark. He then went out of the office, leaving the Shape Shifter behind. The Shape shifter grinned.

All hell will break loose.
It's only a matter of time.

Dipper

Dipper glanced at the clock which read 12:00, telling him it was Lunch Time. Figuring that his friends would already be there, he walked down the corridor, and stepped inside the cafeteria.

Strangely, he noticed that people were all glaring at him. Their eyes shot daggers, enough to send him shivers down the spine. Dipper wondered what he did wrong to make them glare at him. They had complimented his work back at the art classroom, so why would they looked as if they wanted to kill him?

It could've been an act, he told himself. This place is full of high professional criminals who had done such bad crimes to end up in this maxiumum security prison. They must've been pretty skilled in acting. However, knowing that most of the criminals seemed to hate him for some reason, made him uncomfortable. Dipper definitely didn't want to end up in their bad side.

Now where was Finnick and Mike? Dipper wondered. All he wanted to do was to find his friends and ignore all the rumors and the glares being shot to him. He quickly scanned the whole cafeteria and found them at the back of the corner. He passed the angry lookers and quickly plopped down next to his friend.

"What's going on? Why is everyone glaring at me for some reason?" Dipper whispered loudly, putting his tray on the table. Finnick and Mike were already eating their food. They raised their head and leaned on, so that they could hear him clearly through the noises other made.

Finnick shurgged. "I don't know, Dipper. But I had heard some people saying that you had done something bad to them. Like pranking them or stealing their possessions. It's not real, is it?"

Dipper looked at them, confused. How could they possibly think that he would do such a thing? He didn't even have any memories of stealing or pranking the other criminals at all!

Speaking of memories . . . There was a part in his mind that seemed to be fuzzy. There was something wrong about it. It just didn't seem right. It felt as if someone forcefully took it out from him. But what was it? Who even bothered to take away a memory from him?

The only thing he knew was that there was something missing . . . and it truly bothered him that he didn't know it. This annoyed him very much.

"Hey, why did Ms. Belrose call you to her office?" asked Mike, concerned. "You didn't do anything bad, did you?"

"Ms. Belrose?" I asked, pondering why Mike had thought that he was being called to her office.

"Yes! She called you after the art class. Don't you remember any of it?"

Did I remember? Dipper asked himself. He had no idea what they were talking about. No one had called him to their office. Even if he did, he couldn't remember any detail of it. He couldn't recall anything. Was this the memory that had been erased?

"No. In fact, I can't recall anything after the art class was over." My friends exchanged looks. Dipper could tell they didn't belive him at first, but they looked pretty worried. He wondered if he should tell them of his suspicions. They would think you're being paranoid, a part of him said. They would think you're insane! But would they, really? They would find about the truth anyway.

"It's so strange. I feel like some of my memories had been erased or taken away from me. But I do remember this: I swear I saw a flash of yellow on her eyes. There's something wrong with her. What if she was the one who had taken my memory?" I continued. "I know this all just sounds crazy, you might even think I'm really paranoid now and having trust issues, but belive me, this place is full of supernatural secrets. They are real."

"So you mean -" Finnick started, only to be cut off by Dipper.

"Yes, Finnick. There are unicorns." Finnick squealed.

"So you're all okay about this?" Dipper asked unsure, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Dipper, we believe you. All these paranormal stuff, it explains every weirdness I encountered here." Mike smiled. "My girlfriend has green hair, loves snakes and never take her sunglasses off. Now that my suspicions are correct, knowing that mysthical creatures do exist, I think I've been dating Medusa all this time."

Dipper and Finnick stared at Mike, who blushed and looked away, muttering about being turned to stone. They laughed, and soon Mike joined in. They talked and laughed as though they weren't in a jail, as though they were best friends for a long time.

However, they do not know the danger that had started to spread.

They had not noticed the evil lurking in Gravity Falls.

As the Shape Shifter had said, it was only a matter of time.

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Translation: (1) Your memories shall be erased ; You will not remember anything after this all ends (2) None of this were real. What happened was all an illusion. You know nothing. Now, go back to your prison and rest. We have much more important thing to do later this night.

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