Hey everyone! I wanted to add a little authors note at the beginning of this, just to give you guys some info about the overall story without having to put it all in the summary. First off, I really hope you all enjoy it! It's still in progress of course, but I pretty much have all of it planned out, I just have to finish writing it. In the past I've had some problems keeping up with my stories, so this time I'm going to be posting on a regular basis. I'm aiming for a new chapter every Thursday, but I may post two chapters in one week if I'm feeling inspired; either way, if you like the story, keep your eyes out every Thursday for a new chapter because that's what I'm setting the goal at! On average, chapters will be about 1400 words, or 2-3 pages in Word. Some may be longer, and probably will be in later chapters, but I don't think they'll ever go shorter than that.

Okay, onto the content! This story does contain some trigger warnings, and I'll go ahead and include them at the beginning of each chapter they apply to, but I want to go ahead an give you guys a general overview of what they'll entail. That way you don't start reading the story and all the sudden find you can't read a chapter because of triggering scenarios, that would really suck! As of now, this story will include: mentions of suicide, mentions/description of character death (but don't worry, no one actually dies!), mention of past non-con, and mention of abuse. I will update as needed. There is also hinting/implied StanXFord, or Stancest. If you're not comfortable with any of that, please feel free to back out now! If you are, then I thank you for taking the time to read this, and I really hope you enjoy it!

Without further or do, here is the first chapter of "Remember Me"! :)

Chapter 1: One Little Wish

It all started with one little wish. Wishes on their own are harmless; little things that give us hope and push us to strive for greatness. They tell you that if you wish hard enough, one day your wish will come true. What they don't tell you is that if you wish hard enough, sometimes your wish will transform into something a little bit different: a want, a desire. Now wants can be very dangerous things. Wanting on its own isn't bad, but what if you want too much? What if you forget about everyone else, everything around you and focus all of your energy on that want? What if you forget who you are in order to achieve it? It can build you up, make you a better person, or it can devour you whole. That little wish can destroy everything you love, even if you don't want it to, and there will be nothing you can do but sit back and watch. It all started with one little wish. A "Never-ending Summer."

After Mabel told me what really happened, I knew that I couldn't be mad at her. She was my sister after all, and really it was my fault for not taking her feelings into consideration. How could I have expected to take Ford's apprenticeship, ultimately meaning that I would have to leave Mabel behind, and not realize that she would be hurt? No, it wasn't really Mabel's fault, it was mine. Besides, how could she have known that her one little wish was going to lead to the end of the world? So yeah, there was really no way that I could be mad at her, and after rescuing her from her prison of everlasting dreams, I immediately forgave her. My forgiveness, however, didn't make everything go away. Gravity Falls was still in shambles, and for a while there was nothing we could do but stick together. Survive and hide, hide and survive. Being back together with Mabel, as well as finding Grunkle Stan and the rest of the survivors was a light in the otherwise dark hopelessness I'd felt. Ford was still gone, though, and he was the only one who knew how to defeat Bill. It was finally time to stop just surviving. We had to fight.

We all banded together in one final showdown, our resolve as strong as ever as we charged his pyramid palace and slipped inside. As we all stood hand-in-hand, we felt like our troubles were all coming to a close; that was, until Stan and Ford had to mess it all up. That moment that I'd looked over my shoulder and seen Bill there, towering over us all, it felt like everything froze. It was as if time itself came to a standstill; I mean, technically it already had at the start of Weirdmaggeddon, but this was different. His eye locked right with mine, like he was staring right into my soul, and at that moment I felt as though everything we were doing, everything we'd all been through had all been for nothing. Pointless. Hopeless. Everyone disappeared, leaving only Ford, Stan, Mabel and I behind. Bill wanted something that we just wouldn't give him. We couldn't. As a result, he decided to use us as leverage. Typical Bill. Running for our lives was something that Mabel and I had grown accustomed to. That's pretty messed up when you think about it, considering we were only 12 at the time. I knew that I wanted adventure in my life, but as Bill caught up to us and grasped us in his hand, I realized that my little wish was even worse than Mable's. I put everyone around me in danger, just because I wanted to experience a little bit of excitement. How selfish is that?

As Ford and Stan stared helplessly up at us, fear in their eyes, it was at that moment that I realized we weren't just leverage anymore. I watched in desperation as Bill went back and forth, trying to decide which of us he was going to kill first. It was slow, agonizingly slow. The moment that he stopped on Mabel? That was the most terrifying moment of my entire life. It was terrifying because I knew that he would do it, and I knew that there would have been nothing I could have done to stop him. I would have had to watch my sister die, feel her body go limp right next to mine. That thought would proceed to haunt my nightmares for years to come. It didn't happen, but it was terrifying all the same. No, Ford finally gave in, promising to let Bill into his mind to find the secret of taking Weirdmaggeddon worldwide. What none of us knew, however, was that it wasn't Ford. It was Stan. As soon as Bill entered his mind, Ford erased him right out of existence. Too bad it erased all of Stan's memories, too.

But we'd finally won. We defeated Bill, and we saved not only Gravity Falls, but the entire world. We made our way back to the broken down shack, exhausted and dejected that Stan no longer remembered any of us, or even himself. Mabel cried more than all of us, but something told me that Ford was the one who was most broken up about it, even if he didn't show it. Then something amazing happened. I'd even go as far as to say it was a miracle. After going through Mabel's scrapbook, Stan began to recover his memoires piece by piece, until eventually they all returned to him. Something about this struck me as a little odd, but I didn't say anything. We were all just so happy that we had him back. After all, what good was saving the world if we lost one of the people that was most important to us? Thankfully we didn't, and everything seemed like it was finally looking up. It was finally over.

That night, our last night there and the night before out birthday, I had a very strange dream. It was dark, everything was dark. I was conscious though, almost as if I weren't dreaming, but I knew that I was. Even though everything was just blackness I could still move, and as I made my way forward the sound of my steps echoed loudly around me. I called out, but my only answer was the reverberating of my own voice. I was in a dark, empty void. Suddenly I heard another voice; it was very faint at first, but as I continued walking it began to grow louder and louder. It wasn't making any sense though, it just sounded like a bunch of jumbled syllables mashed together. The voice was Bill. And at that realization came another one: the words were being said backwards. I stopped, my entire body going rigid as I stood there. The only thing I could do was listen. I tried as hard as I could to decipher what was being said, but I didn't need to try long. The solution was suddenly given to me as the words reversed themselves so that I could understand, and I stood in complete and utter horror as I heard them.

"I invoke the ancient powers that I may return!" This sentence repeated over, and over, and over again. It grew louder, seemingly bouncing off of walls that didn't exist as they echoed throughout the entire area. They got so loud at one point that I had to cover my ears in an attempt to shut them out, but even that didn't work. I could hear them in my head, too. It was agonizing. I was terrified. I just wanted it to stop. There was a bright blue flash, and then—

"Pine Tree." I bolted upright in my bed. It had been a quick, quiet whisper, but it left me in a cold sweat nonetheless. What did it mean? There was no way that Bill could have survived, right? No, no it wasn't possible. The dream was just a reaction from all of the stress, all of the mental, physical, and emotional exhaustion that I'd been put through over the past several weeks. That was it, nothing more. Or so I thought. In retrospect, brushing it off was a bad idea, a really bad idea. But I was young, I was scared, and I wished more than anything that it was just emotional trauma, as bad as that sounds. That my mind was playing tricks on me. I mean, that was better than the alternative, right? I just wanted to believe that everything was finally over…but wants can be very dangerous things.