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AN: What if the Blind Eye were approached differently? They were protecting their secrets and couldn't trust anyone in a town like Gravity Falls.

Dippers' thoughts or ...memories... are in italics. Wendy is 23.

Chapter 1

Tyrone and the Gnome Bride

The Blind Eye had been kind to them.

After Gideon took over the Shack and Stan's death, the Blind Eye had picked Dipper and his sister up from the rubble of the Gideon-bot. They had woken up weak, disorientated, thirsty and lost. The twins were in a torch lit stone walled room with ancient carvings on smooth columns, which they later learned lay beneath the Gravity Fall's museum. They were tied to a chair so they wouldn't bolt without hearing out what the red robed figures that surrounded them wanted. Blind Ivan, the leader at the time, told the twins they had been watched by the society. A society that protected the citizens of Gravity Falls from the supernatural by erasing their memories and detaining dangerous creatures, trying to keep the peace between the two. Expressing how impressed they were with the twins handling the supernatural during their summer, they were asked to join them.

At first the twins were unsure. They loved Gravity Falls, its hidden secrets and wonder, but they had a dull home in Piedmont with a family to return to. Not to mention Stan would be worried sick.

That was when the horrible truth crashed on them. The Blind Eye sadly and gently told the twins that their old gruncle had passed away. He had a heart attack from depression and stress, finding out that the twins were proclaimed dead on the news when they found pools of blood and a shredded pine tree hat. Dipper then realised the weight of his signature hat was gone.

The Blind Eye gave them two options:

Return alive and claim to have been lost in the forest. Although memories of the society would be wiped clean.

Or,

stay dead to the world and train secretly to become the new generation and more elite protectors of Gravity Falls.

Dipper still remained unconvinced. They could be working with Bill Cipher for all he knew. The society's symbol was a scratched out eye.

When questioned about the dream demon, Blind Ivan laughed.

Bill Cipher was one of their greatest enemies. Most of the time they were too late to save the few victims he targeted over the years. The result was insane patients shipped off to the asylum.

Dipper narrowed his eyes, Mabel just as distrustful. Dipper's voice was rough from the lack of water,"How do we know we can trust you?"

"No harm besides wiped memories have befallen the citizens, that's the only statement that will allow you to trust us." Blind Ivan said calmly.

It was a long hour, they were left alone and untied in the stony room with a quenched thirst. Pacing in circles, thoughts about family, friends and their unforseen future.

After an hour the Blin Eye members came back. The twins had reached a decision that made them the youngest to ever become part of the Blind Eye,

"We will join you."

Training under Blind Ivan took place deep in the woods, mostly under the cover of night. Mabel was a natural, her grappling hook at her side, as she learned to fight with multiple weapons.

Dipper took some time to rise to the physically challenging tests of strenght, agility and balance. But he managed. Blind Ivan saw greater potential in his useful knowledge about the many creatures he learnt about in Journal 3. When Blind Ivan approached him with the Journal the day he joined, Dipper was shocked. The leader didn't take the journal.

"You're letting me keep it?"

"You are the next generation of this society. You will need it. I also have no use for it. I have heard about the power of this journal and how it could potentially destroy everything. My, our, job is about protecting Gravity Falls. Not destroying it." And so Dipper was allowed to keep the journal.

That was 8 years ago.

Now at age 20, they were fully trained and the leaders of a society with new members. The twins spent their days in the many secret passageways beneath the local museum that led to different parts all over Gravity Falls. They would hike into the woods and camp, hunt or fish. Sometimes they would stop by to visit some of their supernatural allies.

The siblings were currently sleeping in their beds, exhausted by the spike of activity that the supernatural have been experiencing lately. They had seperate rooms deciding they both needed their own personal space.

Dipper Pines groaned, the excessive beeping of his alarm clock got him up. The lack of sleep showed itself in his giant yawn and tired eyes. He shut the alarm off, not wanting to awake his sleeping sister. Mabel need her extra hours. Although if she found out he took another patrol behind her back, Dipper would be in deep trouble. He stealthily switched off her alarm earlier.

Dipper pulled on his crimson cloak (courtesy of Mabel's improved design of the orginal robes), tightened the clasp at his throat and set off with some throwing knives and blades. The brown haired male snuck out quietly, avoiding any unnecessary sound that could trigger Mabel's heightened sense of hearing. While they trained with Blind Ivan he trained all five senses given the situation.

He took his favourite secert passageway, the one that led to the metallic tree. The intelligent detective redesigned the trees inner workings, a small tube like room now awaited any Blind Eye member.

Creeeeak!

Dipper stepped into the crisp and cold air, shutting the door behind him. The metallic tree now appeared as an ordinary pine in the forest. It was night time, the time were most supernatural encounters happened. A fat full moon high in the skies illuminated the world below with its light.

Better keep a look out for any cursed ones. Dipper then remembered the inappropriate weapons he packed, I should've packed at least some silver lined blades.

Cursed ones were basically any shifters, such as werewolves. The Blind Eye came across one: the mailman. Curing him took a long process, but when it was done they wiped his memory. After the ordeal, Dipper felt like he owed Soos an apology.

Soos...

He hadn't talked to the handyman since he was twelve. Only a glimpse of him when he drove people in and outof Gravity Falls on the Speedy Beaver. Thoughts of letting him join the society crossed Dipper's mind. But he couldn't work up the courage to face him after all this time.

The Blind Eye leader snapped out of it. Ending all thoughts about the handyman.

Dipper patrolled for two hours. Ghosting through the bushes on the forest floor, flitting branch to branch in the treetops and slinking in the shadows of some alleys and streets. On his patrol he met some fairies. They were one of the Blind Eye's allies and kept him company for a while before they flew off, their bell like chatter and glitter trails slowly fading.

Grrr.

A hungry stomach growled, not pleased it skipped dinner and was still left unrewarded after two hours of patrolling.

Dipper knew just the place to satisfy it. A quick relaxing break didn't sound too bad before he went to bed. Luckily Lazy Susan didn't have to be bamboozled again about another pie being mysteriously paid for in solid gold and stolen off her window sill.

Honeysuckle was honeysuckle to humans. But to gnomes; that became a different story. Many acted like human teenagers after a full mug. Dipper stared into the sweet golden drink, counting the specks of nutmeg sprinkled on it. He had a meal of forest herbs mixed with chopped mushrooms and meaty slices of... he didn't know. At least it was tasty.

The gnome tavern, Gnasty's, now catered and accommodated for other species (the greatest improvement being a higher ceiling, no more back aches!). Seeing as they can make more money off of everyone they put in the extra effort. Nonetheless, it was still a bar. Its shady atmosphere still hadn't left and gruff shouts from drunk gnomes harshly echoed.

Tonight there was the occasional fairy, the beardless gnome bartender Curt and a small group of gnomes playing a slow game of cards. Dipper wondered where most of them were, it was there game night and they usually reared to place their gold where their cards lay.

He drank some more and breathed out heavily. His body ached for sleep and a day off. The annual Festival of Secrets was coming up, he had to restock their medical supplies, remind Mabel that the unicorn hair and saliva supply was running low and recheck the moonstones that protectively circled the town from Bill. On top of all that, the supernatural had become more restless and frantic. It's like they wanted to be seen! So many of them have been sighted and even traumatised a few citizens. This caused the Blind Eye to chase down everyone who had witnessed them and calm or sedate the panicked creatures. Usually they would hide their tracks or clues of existence more carefully. Now...

All of a sudden the door to the Gnasty's burst open.

A ruffled gnome yelled into the bar,"Guys! We got one! She's beautiful! Come quickly the wedding ceremony is about to commence!" The short man already left before he could see if his fellow kin was following him (which they were). Curt immediately kicked them out of Gnasty's, the irratated complaints from fairies fell deaf on his ears.

Outside the twisted tree that harboured Gnasty's, Dipper watched the little men trek after one another to the ceremony. The Blind Eye leader didn't like this one bit. The gnomes had a reputation of kidnapping their unwilling brides. He shadowed the jolly group behind thick tree trunks. Singing about their new queen, the gnomes failed to see the scarlet fabric vanishing just out of sight.

It wasn't long before they came to a big glade lit by the beautiful twinkling glow of bright sapphire crystals embedded in the ground. However Dipper was more interested in the struggling blindfolded, gagged and tied down bride stuck in a sea of pointed hats.

Jeoff was already in a tux stroking the hand of his latest soon to be queen. The groom of the wedding happily declared,"You will love it here! The biggest tree will be your home and the finest squirrels will at your beck and call!" He then proceeded to take off her blindfold.

When it fell away, Dipper had to admit she was beautiful. A porcelain face accented with emerald eyes sparkled in defiance, freckles dotted her cheeks and waves of crimson hair softly glowed under the enchanting light of crystals.

The protector of Gravity Falls laughed quietly when she, despite being restricted by the tightened ropes, landed a punch on Jeoff.

"Eh, you will come around my queen."

Okay, I think both of them have had enough.

Hood drawn down, Dipper stepped in with half his face masked. The gnomes quietened down and stared at the wedding crasher with annoyed expressions, but parted anyway as he stood in front of Jeoff. The bride quirked an eyebrow, obviously confused.

"Guys we talked about this." Dipper folded his arms,"No more kidnapping! When someone says no, it means no."

Dipper could hear the glare in Jeoff's voice,"What gives you the right to intrude on our affairs all the time?"

"I'm here to keep the peace and kidnapping someone does not qualify as peaceful. Also something tells me she doesn't like it here." Muffled cries supported Dipper's point.

"You never know she could like it here with us." Jeoff retorted.

Like I haven't seen the last 6 failed weddings, Dipper mentally scoffed.

Riiiiiiiip!

The sound of ripping rope caught their attention. The emerald eyed bride spat out the remains of her gag and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Nearby gnomes automatically sieged her, only to be punched back with their hats sailing after them.

"What are you lot staring at?" Jeoff growled at those who stood and watched,"Get her! I don't care what you do with the red grim reaper just get rid of him!"

Fast as the eye could see, the "red grim reaper" pulled out a whistle and blew hard into it.

"Garrgggh!"

Short men groaned, writhing at the piercing sound. Their bride, eyes screwed shut, shielded her ears with both hands over them. A sudden jolt made her lurch forward and forcefully run, a hand gripped and pulled her right wrist. The hand was attached to the wedding crasher.

Dipper frantically searched for a place to hide while racing in between tall trees, the whistle trick would only hold off the gnomes for a minute or so. Shadows blurred, scratchy pine needles fell onto his face and twig outgrowths on branches snagged his clothing. Mabel desgined black boots dodged all roots and small obstacles on the ground.

Come on Dipper, anywhere will be fi-

The mystery solver nearly toppled backwards to the ground.

A firm tug strained against him, an attempt of escape from the unknown bride. The two eventually ended up wrestling each other: frustrated growls, punches, defensive blocks and even a well aimed kick to Dipper's chest. Gnome bride and Blind Eye leader fell to the ground together in their deadly tango, rolling and pinning the other, trying to assert their dominance. She fought agressively and hard, as though her life depended on it, which to her it probably did. The wrestling duo parted, sizing up the situation. Hair a bit frazzeled, the gnome bride leaned on her palms while on her knees. She panted, chest heaving. But the look on her face that Dipper recieved told him that she had more fight in her. The Blind Eye leader sat back across from her breathing heavily, taken aback by the kick to his chest.

They stared at each other almost daring the other to make the first move. The sound of rapid pants echoed and came out in puffs of white fog.

"I think they went this way!"

Alarmed, Dipper lunged towards the red head, grabbing her in a bear hug and rolling behind a tree. The reassuring solid wood slammed against his ram rod straight back. Struggling in his arms, the angry bundle hissed,"Let go of -!"

A fingerless gloved hand silenced her.

"Mmhf!"

"I'm on your side." Dipper whispered soothingly into her ears. She stopped moving and sat still, indicating she was listening,"I know this must be confusing and scary, but please just trust me and stay very quiet."

She nodded.

"Thank you."

The silence did not last long though,"Find them! Find them! I will have my bride!"

The Blind Eye leader peeked from behind the tree. Surprisingly the gnomes were not in the giant monstrous form, they came in a flood charging past the tree that sheltered their point of interest from view. Mini feet drummed on the forest floor, one after the other.

"I can see you slacking Steve! Move it!"

The gnomes then disappeared, Jeoff angrily urging them forward.

Dipper mentally high fived himself. Most of the time it took a maximum of an hour to lose them, their gift wrapped brides usually dragged him down on escape routes.

They'll get over it with a nice cup of honeysuckle and extra nutmeg.

"Ahmm!"

"Oh sorry." he released her.

They got up and dusted themselves,"Why did you save me?" Her gaze locked on Dipper's unusual cloak, eyes narrowed in distrust she also asked,"And who are you?"

"Well, I uh..." his voice cracked a bit, an annoying habit that happened when he was nervous. People were already strapped to the chair before they could ask questions. Th calculating look was not helping his nerves either.

But it couldn't hurt if she knows, she will forget everything.

"I'm part of this secret organisation that helps people when they're in trouble with the, uh, paranormal residents here..."

"The really short men?"

Dipper burst out laughing,"Those were gnomes!"

"Yeah I thought so. I just thought that maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, you know? I mean gnomes? Those are only in fairytales." She fell silent for a moment and hesistantly asked,"Are there more things like them?"

"More than I keep track of. Some are deadly or harmless. But all of them are very different." Dipper said.

"Do unicorns exist?"

"They do... but...they're kinda stuck up. Well it depends on what type of unicorn." She gave him a strange look on the last part.

"There's this new breed we just discovered, they're more peaceful. The other breed well..." The brown haired male rolled his eyes. He didn't think he would forgive those multi coloured ice cream coned idiots after they made Mabel think she was a horrible person while they trained.

"You seem to really hate them." the red head observed.

"Would you like an arrogant make up wearing horse who believes," he cleared his throat, spoke in a weird sing song girly voice and made air quotes,""You're not pure of heart neeeeeeeeigh."" Dipper smiled in satisfaction when she held some laughter.

"I guess not." She laughed.

She was actually intriguing. Very brave, given how she managed to escape with a level head from such an alien situation just moments earlier and hold an actual conversation with him... This put Dipper into deep thought: Another Blind Eye member?

They weren't looking for new members but when the rare oppurtunity arises, it was taken. It was painstakingly hard to find and select the small few when they first started. That number had shrunk considerably over the years due to distrust and unwelcome incidents. He would keep an eye on her from afar and see if she was trustworthy and more than eligible. If she deemed so after numerous tests... Then he had just found the latest edition to the Blind Eye.

So when she had to leave he made no move to stop her.

"I gotta get going," she said breaking their conversation on unicorns. A glance at her watch told them it was 2:40am,"My dad must be worried sick about me, I was suppose to be going out for a walk until... Well, you know." she offered a small smile which Dipper returned. "Thanks for saving me back there, I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, you will," Then he added hesistantly,"Just uh, you won't tell anyone anything about me and what happened tonight right... your name?"

"My name's Wendy, Wendy Corduroy. And don't worry...?" She peered at him expectantly.

Dipper breathed in sharply and felt his heart clench, the hood hid his widened eyes that glittered faintly in the dark. The Blind Eye leader stared at his childhood crush for a shocked second before gathering his senses.

"...Tyrone." came the quiet reply under his breath. Louder he said,"My name's Tyrone."

"Just Tyrone?" her head tilted.

"Yeah."

"Ok... Tyrone... your secret's safe with me." with a grin and a twinkle in her eyes, Wendy zipped her lips, threw away the key and waved goodbye as she walked away. Her red hair swayed in the moonlight.

A stunned Dipper watched her go until she completely vanished into the forest.

It is not Unseen