Prologue

Wendy Corduroy couldn't sleep. It was around 2 in the morning, and yet she didn't even feel slightly tired. It wouldn't make any difference, however, she could probably get some at school. She turned to her bedside table. Her phone was on the far edge away from her. She stretched out to reach it, but was too far away. Slowly, she inched out of the covers towards it, groping in the darkness. At least, she was, until a blue light began to shine from beyond the curtain, illuminating Wendy's face. Losing her balance, she fell onto the wooden floor. She paused. Nobody had been awoken. Her phone was in reach, but she was curious to see where the light was coming from.

Pushing away the curtain, Wendy looked out of her window. The town seemed, for the most part, calm and quiet, with a few streaks of white from tress that weren't evergreens, now in blossom. All normal, apart from a blue light in a nearby group of trees, evidently the source of the disturbance. Wendy would probably have gone back to bed if it weren't for what she saw next. Out of the light came a shadow of a boy, around Wendy's height, but with wings. He appeared to be floating a few inches off the ground, and as he turned around, the light faded a little to reveal a smoking crater.

Wendy got her shoes on and sneaked out towards said crater. As she got nearer she slowed, tiptoeing to the cover of the trees. She could now get a closer look at the winged boy. He was wearing blue robes, that were tied to his legs so that they didn't flow, he had blue eyes and brown hair, stemmed around Wendy's age as well, and was talking to the light within the crater.

"Are you sure it will be alright?" the boy asked.

"Do not fret" returned a voice, "By the summer's end you will be done here."

The light finally faded. The boy sighed. He stretched his arms out in front of him, and began to mutter. Two blue circles appeared underneath him, seemingly forming some sort of zodiac. Then, the grass and rocks surrounding the crater converged, covering where the light was and replacing the crater with a small hill. Wendy gasped. The boy turned around, taking a step back. He looked terrified. Wendy tried to approach him, but before she could the boy pointed at her and snapped his fingers, his other arm covering his eyes...

Wendy awoke in her bed with a start. What had just happened? All she could remember was a blue light, and someone with wings... Ah, well. Just a dream.

Wendy walked to school, nothing out of the ordinary happening. She sat down, everything normal. She talked to her friends, everything normal, the teacher walked in, everything normal, and then said that there would be a new student joining the class. Not normal. Nobody had moved to Gravity Falls in years. A boy around Wendy's height walked in, a boy with brown hair and blue eyes.

Wendy was unsure why, but he seemed familiar. Having curiosity of this scale was unprecedented for her, and she decided to clear it away by introducing herself. He said his name was Matthew Stoker, and he had moved here all the way from England.

"Why here though?" Wendy asked.

"I'm not too sure, honestly," Matthew replied, "I mean, there isn't much here is there? No offence." he added.

"Don't worry, we all say the same thing." said Wendy.

It seemed like they would get along well, but unfortunately for them, lunch came.

Teenagers are, for the most part, actually alright people Ince you get to know them. Usually, it's just one person who ruins it for everyone else. In the case of Gravity Falls, that person was James Wells. He saw Matthew walking around the playground and decided to have some fun. As he walked by, he stuck his foot out. Matthew didn't fall, luckily, yet James got a laugh out of it all the same. Then came Physics. James and his gang of cronies decided to sit as close to Matthew as possible, with Wendy, Robbie Valentino and Tambry sitting behind them. It was pure torture to watch. At this point, James saw Matthew as nothing more than a punching bag, that is, without punching him. James realised he could get more fun out of Matthew by not actually hurting him physically. After this, Wendy came over to help Matthew clean up his stuff, which James had chucked around the classroom.

"Hey, don't worry about them. They've had their fun, they'll leave you alone now, wait and see."

Only they didn't. Over the next two weeks Matthew was insulted, attacked and laughed at. At last, Wendy decided to do something about it. She marched up to James one Lunch.

"Listen, I reckon you've had enough fun with him, maybe lay off him a little, alright?"

And that could have been the end of it. But what James did next was beyond anything else before. One day, school ended early, and everyone decided to go to the mall to hang out. Matthew had made few friends apart from Wendy, so she made the decision to bring him along.

"But I don't want to go, Wendy. They'll all just... make fun of me..." Matthew trailed off.

Wendy felt sure that he was wrong, and that he would have a great time. But by the time they had got there, James had been busy. Suffice to say, Matthew left the mall an hour later. Wendy felt terrible. Even she had laughed at some points. How had James done it? She wanted to go after Matthew, but was stopped by James himself.

"Aw, come on Wendy, he'll be fine." James. said. Wendy looked around at her classmates and realised she was trapped there. Reluctantly, she stayed there. But that didn't stopped her from seeing James leave the mall at sunset. She sprinted after him, free at last, as he entered his car.

James asked, "Wanna come?"

Wendy knew he was going to Matthew. He drove to one side of the hanging cliffs, where Matthew was sitting. James revved the engine, and Matthew leapt up and began to run away. The car raced after him. Was James insane? What was he trying to do? Paranoia filled Wendy's soul. And then she heard something. It was James' laughter. She pleaded with him, desperately trying to stop James before he did something stupid. She then saw that James had Matthew cornered. She called out to James, telling him to stop, that it wasn't funny, that he'd done enough, and to just leave. He ignored her. He began to rev the engine. He was actually going to try hitting him.The car drove forward, but Wendy got in between them. The car swerved to the right, slamming into a tree. The wind holwed. The tree fell.

All Wendy remembered was the sheer noise of it all. That and the swirling greens and browns when she fell to the floor. Then, in the distance, she saw a blue light fade away.

The Doctors said Matthew had suffered head trauma and was in a coma. They didn't know for how long, but said his condition was stable. Wendy couldn't help but think it was her fault. She got no sleep that night. Or the next night. Or the next. They brought in a new student on that day, which Wendy felt was rather harsh. She tried not to let it show, but she felt sickly inside. It would be a whole week before she got any sleep. But when she did, she would always have that same dream of the boy with wings.

This has been a horror to write and relive. When I was asked to head the inquiry into our agent's injury, I was shocked at the effect one human could have upon many people. I am also shocked at the ignorant measures The Organisation took to keep the investigation going. While this does seem a truly sad tale, it is key to note that after the events in the forest, Miss Corduroy exposed what James attempted to do. Mr Wells then spent two months undoing the damage done to his reputation, further solidifying the theory of Relative Emotions. I end this entry in the hopes that The Organisation, when reawakening our agent, will work to rectify their mistake, which may prove difficult due to memory loss, but also that the actions of Wells are remembered, but also that of Corduroy.

Signed, DJHQW DAHO.

One year and three months later...

Matthew Stoker awoke with a start. He appeared to be in hospital. He remembered very little, just his name, his family, recent events and most other things, but he felt something was missing...

Something big...