A/N: I'm feeling slightly gloomy, mostly because of a compilation of fourteen fictional tales about bullying. Minutes later, the title popped into my head and I started thinking of a possible one-shot tale. Finally, I remembered my promise to the wonderful author The Raven Of Dark Moon Death to make a story for the Fanfiction Anti-Bullying Movement. This is that story.

What's Already Broken

by MiscellaneousSoup

There are many kinds of bullying. A group of people bullying you, a specific person, or something not personified in the form of a human being. A problem. An animal. Some kind of weather issue, causing you to miss an important event. However, the worst kind of bullying might be not from a person, not from nature, but from yourself. It's a form of mental bullying that not a lot of people know about, but it is slowly coming into prevalence in this new society.

For me, it had nothing to do with my life. I was content with my job. I could do what I loved. My job involved science, a passion of mine. As soon as I started the more complicated chemical equations and engineering techniques in my younger years, I was hooked. As for my personal life, I had a wonderful family. No, my problem was...mental.

You see, I have a glaring weakness. I can't tolerate anything even remotely out of the ordinary. Everything has to be proper and in its place. Seeing strange, mythical creatures pushed me over the edge.

I started creating devices to ensure that my memories would be gone. Some worked, and some...didn't. In some cases, the memories grew distorted and warped, making even the most innocuous pixie look like some snarling gargoyle.

I finally managed to perfect the memory erasing device by converting it into a ray gun, so to speak. However, the shadows remained and I was flung into the depths of madness. This was not helped by the gruesome specter I had in my mind...Some form of dark evil, so intense that it could not be rivaled, not even by the worst dictator. I do not know the name of it, but I fear that he will soon return. I can sense the dreaded demon in my nightmares.

Thanks to the help of my newfound friends, I am slowly getting back to normal. I am trying to regain my son's love and affection, along with seeking out my spouse. Keeping this journal is also helping me to regain some much-needed sanity. Every day I grow stronger and stronger, ready to re-become what I once was. Gravity Falls, welcome back. I've missed you and I am ready to face all that you can throw at me.

I will never be fully healed, but I know for sure that I can never be thrown headlong into madness again.

Fiddlefurd H. McGucket, log entry twelve.