Dipper

"Woah, they just erased her memory!" Pacifica whispered to me.
In the room, they undid the straps tying Lazy Susan to the chair.
"Lazy Susan, how do you feel?" The man asked.
"I feel great!" She chimed. "I can't even remember what was wrong, or what I'm doing here, or if I'm a man or a woman!"
Two people led her out, and the man took a capsule which I guessed held Lazy Susan's memories in it.
"Your memories will be safe with us. Into the Hall of the Forgotten!"
He placed the cylindrical capsule in a clear tube, which sucked it up and sent it through the tubing into another room.
"Into the Hall of the Forgotten! Into the Hall of the Forgotten!" The others chanted.
"Meeting adjourned." The leader announced, and the others walked away, not before saying goodbye to each other.
"A secret society of mind erasers!" I gasped. "I bet they erased your memory a long time ago. If we could find where your memories are hidden, then it could be the key to finding out if you're the author! Gideon, Wendy, stay here in case the robed men come back, and me, Pacifica, and McGucket will try to go find his memory."
"Sure." Wendy sat down on a stair step.
Me, Pacifica, and McGucket stepped toward the tube, when Pacifica's jacket was suddenly sucked into it.
"My jacket!" She cried.
"Follow that jacket!" We ran, following the jacket as it sped down the tube.

Gideon

"Ugh, I just don't get it. Why am I still so hung up over the whole 'Gabriela' thing?" I sighed, as me and Wendy sat on the stairs.
"Who cares? So what if you haven't found real love yet?" Wendy shrugged.
"Maybe I just attract all the psychotic girls. Before Mabel, there was one girl that likes me that killed her own hamster."
"Nah, man!" Wendy laughed. "You'll find the right girl eventually."
"Or guy."
"Yeah, or guy. Just forget about Gabriela for now, who needs all of that? " Wendy pulled out her phone. "Dang it, why isn't Robbie responding to my texts? I need him!"
"That's it!" I said. "Forget about Gabriela!"
I ran over to where the memory gun had been set down. "All I need to do is type in 'Gabriela', and I won't feel so bad anymore!"
"Woah, hold up!" Wendy said, "You could accidentally forget learning how to read, or walk, or breathe-"
"Or Robbie?" I asked.

Pacifica

We followed my jacket to an ancient-looking room, with shelves and shelves of tubes of erased memories.
"Woah, look." Dipper picked up a capsule with his name on it, and placed it inside of a machine.
"Dipper Pines, what is it you have seen?" The leader asked.
"Well, this kid summoned some video game character because he was jealous of me and my girlfriend." Dipper said. "But I kicked its butt."
"Dipper, speak honestly."
"Gideon was the one who killed it." He sighed.
"Since when did that happen?" I asked Dipper.
"Well, now that I remember..." He nervously laughed. "Gideon didn't like me liking you and we were going to fight, but he brought this video game character...but that's not important! What is, is why are they erasing people's memories?"
"Look!" McGucket pointed a capsule with his name on it. "It's those words people call me!"
"Your memories!" I squealed. "Yay!"
"Grabby, grabby!" He snatched the capsule off the shelf. There was a small groan from the shelf, but I guessed it was just the building settling.

We were wrong.

We were about to put the capsule into the viewing port, but then we heard heavy footsteps outside.
"Halt! Who's there?" We heard someone call out.
"Oh no! Run!" Dipper cried, and we ran through the door and past the robed man.
"Get back here!" He shouted from behind us.
Me and Dipper turned and went down the corridor, then stopped to breathe.
"I think we're safe." I sighed, inhaling a large breath. Suddenly, from the shadows, hands grabbed me from behind and pulled me and Dipper away.
Next thing I knew, we were both tied up around a pole with Gideon and Wendy. The society members were all gathered around us.
"You should not have come here. We don't give up our secrets lightly." The leader stepped forward.
"Why are you doing this? Who are you?" Dipper demanded, struggling to break free of the ropes. I could tell he was trying to use his amulet, but since he was panicked, he couldn't.
"Well, I suppose we are going to erase your memories." One by one, they all pulled down their hoods to reveal some familiar people.
"Toby Determined?"
"That guy who married a woodpecker?"
"And you've never met me, and if you did you wouldn't remember." The leader took down his hood, to reveal he was bald with tattoos covering his head, and a scar through one eye. "I am Blind Ivan, and we are the Society of the Blind Eye, formed many years ago by our founder...who was it again?"
"We've been using that memory gun an awful lot." One member said.
"Why would you do this?" I asked.
"As you have no doubt discovered, a Gravity Falls is a town plagued by supernatural weirdness. No one knew how to stop things that went bump in the night, so our founder created the next best thing: a way to forget." Blind Ivan held up the memory gun. "We took it upon ourselves to help the troubles townsfolk by erasing their memories of the things they've seen. Now the people of Gravity Falls go about their lives ignorant and happy, thanks to us. And as a perk, we get to use it on ourselves. Everyone has something they'd rather forget. Even your cousin was about to use it on himself."
"What?" I said, looking at Gideon. He bit his lip. "Seriously?"
"Heh...maybe..."
"Don't you see? This is ruining lives!" I said to Blind Ivan. "What about Old Man McGucket? He lives in a hut and talks to animals because of you! Don't you feel bad about that?"
"Maybe a little." Blind Ivan admitted, then shot himself with the memory gun. "But not anymore. You won't be telling anybody else of what happened here. Say goodbye to your summer."
"But then I'll forget you!" I cried, looking at Dipper.
"What do we do?" Gideon said, struggling to get out of the ropes.
"What if we die?!" Wendy screamed.
"What if we're dead right now and having flashbacks?!" I yelled.
"Oh, stop being babies." Blind Ivan aimed the gun at us, when McGucket knocked it out of his hand. "Ouch!"
"McGucket?" We all gasped.
"I raided the mining display for weapons! Now fight like a hillbilly, fellers!" He cut our ropes with his pickaxe, and we all stood up and grabbed a weapon.
"Hi-yah!" Wendy hit one person with a banjo.
"They know too much! Don't let them escape!" Blind Ivan ordered, but I hit him with a shovel, causing him to rear back.
"Here, catch!" Dipper picked up Mcgucket's memory tube and threw it to me, away from a member's prying hands. I caught it, and Blind Ivan tried to grab it from me.
"Give me that tube!" He said.
"Never, it belongs to McGucket" I cried.
He and the other members managed to back all of us up into a corner, and Blind Ivan quickly grabbed the memory gun.
"End of the line. By tomorrow, this will all seem like a bad dream. Say goodbye to your precious memories." He aimed the gun at us.
"No!!" We all screamed, closing our eyes and preparing for the hit, when something jumped in front us, blocking the blinding white light.
"McGucket, you took a bullet for us." I gasped. He was hit another time. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?!"
"As okay as I'll ever be!" He laughed.
"What?" Blind Ivan gasped, pressing the trigger again and again. "Why...isn't...this...working...."
"Hit me with your best shot! My mind has been gone for thirty some odd years. You can't break what's already been broken! Say goodnight, Sally!" He hit Blind Ivan with the his pickaxe, knocking him out. From there, Dipper calmed down and we were able to use his amulet to tie up the other members.
"Untie us!" Blind Ivan ordered, when he woke up.
"Not so fun being tied up now, is it?" Dipper said, crossing his arms.
"Hey, let's draw on their faces!" I suggested, and took out a marker and started to write over the tattoos on Blind Ivan's forehead.
"Stop that! It isn't funny!" He said.
"It is funny." I said, and drew a mustache on under his nose.
"We'll have our revenge! We won't forget what you have done!" He said.
"Oh, but I think you just might." Dipper said, handing me the memory gun. I aimed it at them, and pressed the trigger.

Gideon

"Thank you for visiting for Gold Miner appreciation night! Be sure to tip the gold miner on your way out!" I said, as the confused former society members walked outside the museum.
Blind Ivan stopped in front of us. "I'm sorry, but who am I? What is my name?"
I thought for a moment, when Pacifica popped in front of him with a banjo. "Your name is Toot-toot Mcbumbersnazzle! You're a traveling banjo minstrel, with a song in your heart and funny tattoos on your head!"
She held out the banjo to him, and he took it.
"Yes, I am Toot-toot Mcbumbersnazzle!" He agreed, and strummed a chord on the banjo.

We walked back inside, and down to the basement where the memories were stored.
"Alright, McGucket, ready to see who you were?" I asked.
"I'm not sure." He hesitated. "What if I don't like what I see?"
"We've come all this way. Go on." Pacifica gently urged him.
McGucket placed the tube in the viewing machine, and him, thirty years younger popped up.
"My name is Fiddleford McGucket, and I wish to unsee what I have seen." The younger McGucket in the video said. We all gasped. "For the past year, I have been working for a visiting researcher, who has been cataloging his finds in a series of journals. I helped him build a machine that he believed had the power to benefit all of mankind, but something went wrong. I decided to quit the project. I still lie awake at night, haunted by the thoughts of what I have done. I believe I have invented a machine that can permanently erase these memories from my mind." Younger McGucket held the memory gun up to his head. "Test subject one, Fiddleford McGucket."
The video skipped ahead to a few days later. "It worked! I can't recall a thing!"
The video skipped ahead again. "I will call it the Society Of the Blind Eye. We will help those who want to forget by erasing their bad memories."
The video skipped ahead again. "I saw a colony of little men today, very disturbing. I would like to forget this." He held up the memory gun to his head, and the video skipped ahead again.
"I accidentally hit another car in town today. I feel terri-bibble! Terrible! I've been forgetting words lately, I wonder if there's any side effects-"
The video skipped again. "I saw something in the lake, something big!"
"My hairs been a fallin' out, so I got this hat from a scarecrow! Hey, are my pants on backwards?"
"Yroo xrsvi! Girzmtov!" At this point, he was saying random gibberish.
The tape ended.
"Oh, McGucket, I'm so sorry." Pacifica said, feeling sympathy.
"Oh shucks, you kids helped me get my memory back, just like you said." He said, taking out the tube and smiling.
"But did you want those memories back?" Dipper asked.
"After all those years, I finally know who I am." He said. "Maybe I messed up in the past, but now that I seen what has happened, I can begin to put myself together again."
"So wait, you weren't the author, but you worked with him." I said. "Do you remember who he was?"
"It's beginning to come back, but I need more time."
"So, Gideon, still want to erase that Gabriela incident?" Wendy asked me.
"Nah." I shook my head. "Let's go home."

Stan

"It's getting stronger." I stood before the portal. A large gust sucked my notebook and coffee mug out of my hand. "Yes!"
A flying piece of scrap metal hit my hand, cutting it open. I quickly got bandages to tie around it.
"I don't care if it's dangerous. I don't care how long it takes. I'm gonna pull this off, and nobody's going to get in my way!"