The Corporation was nestled within the deep forest of Gravity Falls. What appeared to be an old airplane hangar tucked within the underbelly of surrounding pine trees was more than it appeared to be. In fact, it wasn't. It was what was underneath the hangar that mattered.
It had been seventy five years before The Corporation actually did begin. Originally beginning in the year 2085, The Corporation had chosen the exact location, itself, after they had chosen the location. In order to prevent any serious damage on the main work building, keeping the base underground was the way to go. Especially after the "accident of 2012".
The Corporation was a secret community of hardworking individuals with a single common goal; finding and destroying the three journals of power before the three met again. The method of finding the three consisted of a top-secret risky business; time travel. Due to the company's start in 2085, going back to prevent the big accident was, of course, necessary; though the reason why was kept in a classified folder. Most of the staff just knew that it was an accident and it must be prevented. One of those staff members was Agent 725617ZQ; a nineteen year old who was skilled with his job. Quincy Blandin, or, as his coworkers called him, "Blendin Blandin", loved his job and was content with his past few years. Well, of course it wasn't a few. He was hired in 2085 and was brought back to form the company in Gravity Falls in '09. His position; preventer. Alongside of his partner, Jerome Vince, a sixteen year old intern, it was Quincy's duty to prevent any possible time anomalies that could lead up to the "accident of 2012". Actually, Quincy, himself, didn't even know what the accident had to do with. His boss, Chief S.P., was the only one who did know. S.P. had kept that secret behind closed doors, much like his full name, and of course those doors were guarded with time officers who had guards for themselves. Quincy figured it'd be best not to look into it.
The Corporation had several levels underground just for living quarters; each complete with two beds, a computer, a 27" television and a bookshelf stacked with handbooks. On the morning of his first anomaly, Quincy Blandin awoke to the sound of a furious Jerome furiously pounding on static-y television. "Stupid piece of shit!" Jerome bellowed. "You can afford a freaking time travelling tape measure but you can't get us a suitable T.V.?!"
"Can you shut the hell up!?" Quincy whined, half asleep. "Go have your temper tantrum in Johnson's room, will yah?" Jerome shot Quincy a sour look; he hated it when someone made fun of his anger issues. It, to put it bluntly, irked his soul. Which, of course, made him angrier. So, in order to make the most of your day in The Corporation, one thing not to do was make Jerome mad or bring up Jerome being mad all the time. Quincy, being his partner, learned that on the first day, but liked to annoy him with it. Of course he had wanted to annoy him on this particular morning, especially because Jerome had cut into Quincy's shuteye.
This morning, Chief S.P. was broadcasting a conference on every television for a special announcement. God knows what, though Quincy. It always had been something random; S.P. was like that. Always making random announcements at random times. He was a funny guy, really, but when it came to serious business he was always there at the right place at the right time.
After the T.V. finally flickered to life, Jerome and Quincy noted that it had already begun.
"-here for a real explanation, and I appreciate it." S.P. cracked a crooked smile. He was standing on a lone stage, wearing the same Buddy Holly glasses he always wore; his gray hair astray.
"I'm sure you've wondered this since we've hired you, and now that complete construction is complete for our little bunker, it's time to get down to business; anomalies occur, we stop them. Now, I finally can actually go into detail about the big accident that occurred in the current year that we are now in."