Pacifica

"Look, look, look!" I dragged Gideon into the attic, tugging his arm.
"What?" He asked.
"Okay, so I was looking through the broken laptop, and I found this!" I held up a small broken chunk of the laptop to Gideon. "It says 'McGucket Labs'!"
"What?" Gideon took the piece and examined it. "It does! Wait, isn't that hobo's name McGucket?"
"Then that means-" I started.
"McGucket is the author!" He finished.
"We need to go see him right now!" I picked up the journal, and pulled up my leather glove.
"Hey, when did you get that glove?" Gideon asked.
"It doesn't matter." I took out my smartphone to text Dipper. "Come on, let's hurry up!"
"Do we have to bring Dipper?" Gideon asked, glancing over at my phone screen.
"You can bring Wendy, if you want." I sighed.
"But why does Dipper have to come with us?"
"Because he also has a journal and he also wants to know! I've explained this before, Gideon." I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, fine." He said. "I'll let you bring your boyfriend."
"Who said it was your choice?" I huffed. "Come on, let's just hurry up."

Gideon

Me, Pacifica, and Wendy arrived at the junkyard, where McGucket had made his home. Dipper was already there, leaning against a fence post.
"Hi!" Pacifica ran up to Dipper and quickly hugged him.
"Hello." He smiled at her. "How have things been going?"
"Great, especially now that we've found the author!" She replied.
"And no problems with the ring?" He asked, quieter.
"No, none." She shook her head.
"What ring?" Wendy asked.
"Oh, nothing!" Pacifica nervously laughed, and hid her hands behind her back. "Let's go find the author!"
We walked into the junkyard, to the small shack McGucket was living in. He was outside, chasing away two teens who were putting graffitti on his shack.
"Huh, I wish I had come up with that." Wendy said. "'Mc-suck it' is more creative than most stuff I vandalize."
McGucket turned to us and stopped waving his stick. "Ah! Visitors! Come in, come in!"
We followed him into his shack.
"You can watch my hourly argument with the strange man in my bathtub!"
He said, then looked at his reflection in the old metal tub and shook his fist at it. "Quit staring at me when I bathe!"
"You can drop the act, McGucket." I said. "We know you're the author."
"You're the genius we've been searching for all summer!" Pacifica explained, holding up Journal 3.
"Genius?" He said. "I ain't no genius. I never done anything worthwhile in my life. Everyone knows I'm no good to nobody. I can't remember who I used to be, but I must have been a big failure to end up like this."
"But the laptop had your name on it!" Pacifica said.
"Are you sure?" Dipper asked. "Here, look at it."
Pacifica gave the journal to McGucket, and he started to page through it. "I'm sorry, but everything before 1982 is just a blur. Just a hazy-", Suddenly, he jumped back, dropping the journal on the page of a crossed-out eye. "The Blind Eye! Robes, men, my mind! They did something!"
"Who did?" I asked.
"I-I don't recall." McGucket sighed.
"What if he learned something he wasn't supposed to know, and somebody messed with his mind?" Pacifica asked.
"What's the earliest thing you can remember?" Wendy asked.
"This, I think." He took out an old, tattered newspaper article and showed it to us. The headline read, 'Disoriented Man Found At Museum'.
"The History Museum!" We all gasped.

We arrived at the history museum around nightfall, and went inside.
We started looking around, and I walked past a bulletin board. On it, was a large poster advertising my previous puppet show. I ripped off the poster and crumbled it up into a ball.
"Are you okay?" Wendy asked me.
"Yeah." I sighed. "I just wish I had known Mabel was tricking me."
"You seemed chill about it the other day, though, dude." Wendy said.
"Yeah, but now I see this poster and Pacifica and Dipper being all lovey-dovey," I motioned to Pacifica and Dipper holding hands and laughing about something, "and turn you're here, and I'm reminded at how huge a waste all of it was. I wish that Gabriel was real."

Pacifica

"Okay, so your last memory was here. Anything coming back?" I asked McGucket, after searching through the museum for a few minutes.
"Hey, look!" Dipper pointed to a running shadow down the hall.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and ran, following the shadow, when it disappeared and we were led into a room full of depictions and paintings of eyes.
"He vanish-ified!" McGucket cried.
"It doesn't make sense! Where did that shadow go?" I asked.
"I feel like these eyeballs are a watchin' me!" McGucket said, backing up against a wall, when suddenly I realized something.
"They are!" I said, and McGucket moved aside. All the eyes' pupils were pointed at a rock with an eye carved into it. I pushed the rock, and there was a click. The fireplace on the side of the room went out, and moved to reveal a hidden passageway with stairs leading down.
We crept down the stairs, and the sound of chanting from downstairs became louder and louder. We all peered from behind a curtain to watch.
"Who is the subject of our meeting?" One man asked, his face and the other's covered with the hood of a dark red robe.
"This woman." A blindfold was pulled off of a woman who was tied up in a chair.
Lazy Susan!
"What is it you have seen?" The man asked.
"Speak!" The others called out.
"Well, I was outside of the diner,"
She began to speak. "when I saw these little, weird, bearded gnome men, and I was like 'Whaaaa?'"
"Don't worry, you won't be like that for much longer." He took out a small ray gun from a box.
"What is that? It looks like a hair dryer. Are you barbers?" Lazy Susan looked confused, and on the back of the ray gun the man typed something in, and aimed. There was a burst of white light, and she screamed.
"What do you now know of little bearded men?" He asked, letting the trigger go and pointed the gun down.
"My mind is clear thanks to the Society of the Blind Eye." She said in an almost monotonous voice.
"It is unseen." The other robed people chanted.
All of us looked at each other from behind the curtain and gasped.