Relativity Falls- Season Two

The Society of The Blind Eye

AN: OH MAN!! I'VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER! I won't tell you why, but you'll probably figure it out. All I'll say is...

OC/Canon relationships are adorable.

It was nighttime in Gravity Falls, and Growling Grenda was cleaning up at Greasy's Diner. She hummed to herself as she swept the floor. A clatter brought her attention to a family of possums in the sink. She swiped at them with the broom.

"Shoo, possums, shoo!" She snapped. She walked over to a table, waving the broom underneath it. "Candy, get outta there!"

Crazy Chiu scuttled out from under the table, running out the door. Grenda continued to hum as she followed, locking up the door.

"Goodnight, diner!" She said, walking off. "Goodnight, trees!" She passed by a group of fairies stacked on top of each other to reach a pie on the windowsill. "Goodnight, tiny women stealing my pie!" She stopped dead, spinning around. "Wait, WHAT?!"

"Lift with your knees!" Jill instructed. "No, your knees! If I go one more hour without eating, I'm gonna resort to cannibalism." Jill finally noticed Grenda watching them. She curtsied to the taller woman. "Ma'am."

Grenda screamed, backing away from the fairies.

"Little magic girls!" She yelled. "What does it mean?! What do I do?!" She bumped into a payphone and dialed 911. "Yes, hi. I'd like to report something. I'm at Greasy's Diner. You won't believe what I saw!" Two cloaked figures were sneaking up on Grenda from the bushes. "It's unbelievable! It's indescribable! It's-"

Grenda screamed as a bag was placed over her head. The two figures dragged her off. A third figure stood.

"It is unseen!" He announced, turning to follow the others. When he moved, he revealed an eye with an X spray painted on the wall. The fairies watched as Grenda was dragged away.

"Well, back to pie!" Jill smiled. The fairies flew off, carrying the pie. A slice fell to the ground. "I was this close to eating you, Alex."

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Ford stood in his room, in front of a board titled 'Who Is The Author?' Fiddleford stood next to him. Ford held the third journal under his arm and a pen in his hand.

"Alright author, who are you?" Ford mumbled, chewing on the pen. "Who are you...?" The pen broke, spraying blue ink in and around Ford's mouth. "Bleg! Not again!"

He tossed the pen into a crate with other chewed pens in it.

"Ford, ya gotta stop doin' that," Fiddleford shook his head. "All that ink can' be good for ya."

"Arg, I can't help it," Ford groaned. "I chew my pen when I'm thinking."

Just then Stan burst into the room, jumping onto Ford's bed.

"Hey Sixer! Look what I got!" Stan waved the item in the air. Bella appeared in the doorway and approached the group.

"You got a letter?" Ford asked, looking at it. "Who from?"

"Susan Wentworth," Stan said excitedly. "Remember her? Growling Grenda's granddaughter! I wonder if she wants to get back together!"

"Were you even 'together' in the first place?" Bella grumbled.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up, Stan," Ford warned.