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The Boy with No Memories
"Mabel." Dipper said as he gently nudged his sister. "Mabel, wake up."
Slowly, the girl's eyelids began to flutter open. "What?" she asked.
"Your turn again." Dipper replied, before he sat on another chair and resumed his sleep.
Mabel scratched his eyes and sat upright. She yawned and stretched, still not waking up completely. She slapped her own cheek, finally waking up completely. She looked at the old clock hung on the wall and found that it is five thirty in the morning. To avoid dozing off accidentally, Mabel began walking around the room while thinking of the questions that she's going to ask to the unconscious boy.
What's your name? Where are you from? What's your favourite colour? Do you like sweaters? Do you have a girlfriend? Mabel giggled to herself as she thought of that question.
She kept up the routine for a while, walking around thinking about stuff. After a while, she began to get bored. She sat down on a chair and began to stare blankly at the unconscious boy before her.
However, just as her eyelids started to get heavy, she saw the boy shifted in his sleep. The boy groaned and shifted some more, lifting the sleepiness from Mabel. The boy slowly sat upright and rubbed his head. Seeing this, Mabel rushed to his brother's side.
"Dipper! Dipper, wake up!" Mabel said as she shook his brother.
"Ugh, what's wrong?" Dipper said with half-opened eyes.
"The boy, he's waking up!" Dipper's eyes shot open and he immediately sat upright. The twins whipped their heads to see the boy.
The boy opened his eyes, revealing him to have purple eyes. He looked down at his bandage-covered body, eyes filled with confusion. After a while, he can feel that he's being watched. He looked to his right and found two pairs of eyes observing him. The three continued to stare at each other in complete silence. The boy opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out is a cough.
"Can I... can I have some water?" the boy spoke in a dry voice.
Dipper gently elbowed his twin sister, breaking her out of her trance. She immediately ran to the kitchen. She ran back, carrying a glass of water. She handed the glass to the boy, who proceeds to down the drink.
"Thanks." the boy said as he set the glass down. "What happened?" he asked.
"You were in an accident. There's a totem pole outside, and you crashed your car to it." Dipper answered.
"Oh, that explains... this." the boy said, gesturing to his bandaged body. "Where am I?" he asked.
"You're in our house, the Mystery Shack." Dipper replied, causing the boy to wear a confused look. "On a larger scope, you're in a town called Gravity Falls." Dipper continued.
"Well, I never heard of both of 'em." the boy said. After that, silence, as both sides are deep in thought.
"My name's Dipper." Dipper said, breaking the silence. "And this is my twin sister, Mabel." Mabel gave the boy a smile and a small wave. "What's your name?"
After a short while, the boy replied. "I'm Kyle."
"Okay, Kyle." Dipper said. "Where are you from?"
The blonde was about to say something, but he stopped himself. He looked like he's deep in thought. "I... I don't know." he finally said.
"What?"
"I said I don't know." Kyle said. "I can't remember."
"Ouch, you must've got hit in the head pretty hard, huh?" Mabel said and Kyle nodded slowly.
"Okay then, what about your home address? Do you remember them?" Dipper asked.
"No." Kyle replied.
"Your phone number?"
"No."
"Your parents' phone number?"
"No."
"Your parents' names?"
"No."
"Your-"
"I don't remember anything, okay?!" Kyle snapped, surprising the twins. After a while, Kyle began to calm down. "Sorry." he apologized.
"It's... It's cool." Dipper said.
"Hey, who wants breakfast?" Mabel asked, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm cooking."
"That... that would be nice." Kyle answered, bringing a huge smile to Mabel's face.
When Kyle stood up, Dipper realized that the boy is still shirtless. "Oh man, I can't believe we forgot that you didn't wear any clothes." Dipper said.
"Wait, did I wear clothes when you found me?" Kyle asked.
"You did, but it's soaked and covered in blood now." Dipper replied, thinking of the solution. "Oh, I'll go see if I have anything your size." And with that, Dipper ran up the stairs and into his shared bedroom.
He pulled out a large bag from under his bed and began to search for some clothes. After a while, he found what he's looking for. A pitch black t-shirt that he accidentally packed for the summer. It's a bit too big for Dipper, but it's the perfect size for Kyle.
When Dipper returned downstairs, he found that Mabel and Kyle have already moved to the kitchen, and that Mabel has already began cooking. Dipper entered the kitchen and approached the boy that is seated next to a table.
"Here you go." Dipper said, handing Kyle the shirt. "It's not much, but it's the only one your size."
"This should do fine, Dipper." Kyle said. He put on the shirt, carefully so that he didn't accidentally touch his wounds. Dipper proceeded to take a seat on another chair.
A few minutes later, Mabel approached them with three plates of scrambled eggs. "Who wants a delicious plate of scrambled eggs?" she cheerfully announced.
As the trio ate, the twins began to tell Kyle the details of what happened last night, from how they pulled Kyle out of the wrecked car to how Grunkle Stan tended to Kyle's wounds. Also, they explained to him why they call their great uncle 'Grunkle'.
"Where's this 'Grunkle Stan' then?" Kyle asked, finishing his breakfast.
"He's probably still asleep." Dipper replied, chewing the last spoonful of his breakfast.
"He's a really heavy sleeper." Mabel added.
"Not today." A voice spoke from the doorway. The trio turned their heads to the doorway and found that the voice was Grunkle Stan.
"Grunkle Stan, when did you get out of bed?" Mabel asked.
"I never went back to bed." Stan answered as he started making coffee.
"Why? Dipper asked.
That simple question hit Stan hard. "Um..." was all that he can say. "Reasons that you kids are too young to know." Stan finally replied while hastily finishing making his coffee. What he just said was obviously a lie, but the kids can't, no, they must not know about it.
The twins, oblivious to the lie, quickly left the subject. As Stan calmed his mind down, he finally noticed Kyle's presence. "Hey, you're awake." he greeted while sipping his coffee.
Kyle immediately stood up. "Hello, Mr. Pines." he said while offering his hand for a handshake. "I wanted to thank you for tending to my wounds."
"Sheesh, don't need to be so formal, kid." Stan chuckled while Kyle awkwardly withdrew his hand. "How're you feeling?" he asked.
"Still hurts a little, but it's nothing I can't manage, sir." Kyle replied.
"Good to know." Stan nodded. "Now, we might wanna call your parents. Do you have their number?" he asked.
"Yeah, Grunkle Stan, about that..." Dipper steps in. "we might have a little problem with that."
"What do you mean?"
"You see, Kyle must've got hit in the head pretty hard, 'cause he... 'cause he..." Dipper stopped, unable to finish the sentence.
"'Cause he's what?" Stan pressed.
"'Cause he lost his memories." Mabel finished for her brother.
Stan turned to the blonde in disbelief. "Really?"
"Yeah." Kyle sadly replied. "I can't remember anything from my past."
"Whoa, that's... that's harsh, kid." Stan said. "But, we still gotta get in touch with your parents somehow. Are you sure you don't remember anything?"
"Nope. Nothing except for my name." Kyle replied.
"Hmmm..." Stan scratched his head, trying to think of a solution.
"I got it!" Dipper snapped his fingers. "His car's license plate! We can know where Kyle's from with that!"
Kyle's face brightened. "Great, let's check it out!"
The four marched out of the kitchen and out of the Mystery Shack. Outside, the scene is pretty much the same as last night, only brighter. As they got closer, Kyle became shocked at how damaged the car really is.
"Whoa, I managed to survive that?" Kyle said in shock. "I must've had one heck of a luck."
"I bet you have." Mabel said while Dipper and Stan began to inspect the car. "I never realized how banged up your car is. How fast did you drive that thing?" Hearing that, Kyle turned to Mabel and gave her a look. Mabel quickly understood. "Right, no memories, sorry."
"Guys, I think we have a problem." Dipper said out loud from the front of the car. "This thing doesn't have a license plate!"
"What?!" Kyle exclaimed. He and Mabel rushed to the front of the car and found that Dipper is telling the truth; there is no license plate.
"At least, not in the front, I hope." Dipper said. "Grunkle Stan, how about you?" he asked to the man inspecting the back of the car.
"Same here, kid." A reply came.
Disappointed, Kyle walked away from the car and sat on the knocked-over totem pole. After a while, the Pines family approached him.
"Hey, cheer up, Kyle." Mabel comforted as she took a seat next to him. "There are other ways to find your family."
"Yeah, there are a lot of other ways." Dipper added. "For example, Grunkle Stan can drive you to the police station, and there, they can cross-reference your descriptions to any children that are reported missing around this area." he explained.
Mabel and Stan gave the young Pines boy a confused look, while Kyle nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I guess that can work." he said.
"Okay then, before we do... whatever it is Dipper just said, you kids need to take a shower." Stan said. The kids sniffed themselves out of reflex, and agreed with Stan. The four went back to the Mystery Shack.
"I think our guest should go first." Mabel said. "Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is." she before she ran upstairs. Kyle ran after the girl, leaving Dipper and Grunkle Stan alone in the living room.
Stan sat on the couch and turned on the TV, while Dipper just stood there quietly, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
He sat down next to his Grunkle. Nervously, he began. "Grunkle Stan, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, spit it out." Stan said, still watching the TV.
"Can I... can I have my book back?" For a split second, Stan showed a look of surprise, but he immediately went back to a bored and nonchalant look. Even if he wore the look for just a split second, Stan prayed, with all his heart, that his nephew didn't notice. No one, not even his nephews, can know about it.
"What book?" Stan asked back in fake nonchalance.
"The book that you took from me. The one with 3 at the front." Dipper said.
"Oh, the one that's making your imagination go crazy? That one?" Stan asked.
"Yes, that one." Dipper replied. "But, I promise, if you give it back, I will never bother you with my... wild imagination ever again, I swear!" he assured.
Stan was torn. He's spent many years trying to find that book. Yet, as he looked at his nephew's pleading eyes, he can feel something stir in his stomach. So, Stan answered, "I'll think about it."
-At the same time, upstairs-
Mabel swung the door open wide. "This is the bathroom." she announced. She and Kyle entered.
"Not bad." Kyle said.
"Okay, so this is the sink. And that's the toilet. And next to the toilet there's some toilet paper. And that's..." Mabel continued with her tour of the bathroom, while Kyle watched with an amused smile. "...And behind this curtain is the shower. Now if you turn this knob over here, it will..."
"Mabel." Kyle interrupted.
"Yeah?"
"I still remember these things." Kyle said, gesturing to the room. Mabel replied with a sheepish chuckle.
"Okay then," Mabel began to leave, "I'll leave you to your business."
Mabel exited the room. However, as she closed the door, Kyle took off his shirt, causing Mabel to stand wide-eyed next to a half-closed door.
"Wow, how did you get so muscle-y?" Mabel asked.
"I don't remember, remember?" Kyle replied.
"Right, I gotta start remembering that." Mabel sheepishly chuckled. After that, she continued to stare at Kyle. The blonde coughed, breaking the girl's trance. With another sheepish chuckle, Mabel closed the door.
-A little while later-
Kyle was almost finished with his bath. He's already covered his blonde hair with shampoo and the rest of his body with soap. All he's got to do now is wash it away and dry himself up.
As a wave of warm water washed away all of the soap and shampoo, a wave of negative thoughts dawned on Kyle.
What if I'm some sort of criminal? What if I'm being chased by someone? People don't just drive at high speed in a pouring rain in the middle of the night for no reason. Kyle grimly thought. What if I'm the one that's chasing someone?
Kyle quickly shook the thoughts off, or at least, he tried to. No matter what he did, all of those negative thoughts lingered on the back of his head, making him grow frustrated. Unable to contain his frustrations, Kyle fisted his left hand and slammed it to the wall.
As Kyle began to calm down, he noticed a drop of strange purple liquid sticking to the back of his left hand. He sniffed the drop of liquid and he immediately grimaced. The liquid smells, badly.
He shook his left hand and the liquid dropped to the bathroom floor. After watching the liquid for a little while, Kyle finished his bath. He turned off the water and began drying himself up. He proceeded to wear the same set of clothes that he wore before. And with that done, he left the bathroom.
Unknown to him, the drop of liquid has disappeared, leaving a small hole at where it fell.
-About an hour later-
Dipper exited the bathroom, bathed and dressed in his usual attire. He walked downstairs and found Kyle and Mabel sitting on the sofa watching TV. Kyle is wearing the black shirt that Dipper gave him and his own jeans. Mabel is wearing a yellow sweater with picture of a watermelon on it, a green skirt and a green headband.
"Hey guys." Dipper greeted.
"Hi." The two greeted back.
Dipper joined the two and began watching the TV. On screen, there is a man wearing an old British police uniform standing next to a duck and the two are watching two other similarly dressed officers handcuffing a man.
"Well Duck-tective, it seems you've managed to 'quack' yet another case." The man next to the duck said.
The duck quacked twice in reply, while a subtitle appeared saying, "Stop doing that."
The trio laughed. "This show is hilarious!" Mabel exclaimed between laughs.
"But seriously, that quack thing is starting to get old." Dipper admitted after the laugh died down.
"Okay, gather up kids!" Stan announced as he entered the room, dressed in his usual clothes. The kids turned the TV off and did as they're told.
"We're going now?" Mabel eagerly asked.
"We are, but you two aren't." Stan answered, pointing at the twins.
"What? Why can't they come with us?" Kyle asked.
"Someone's gotta watch the Shack while I'm gone." Stan replied.
"Grunkle Stan, it's barely eight in the morning. Who would want to waste their money that early?" Dipper pointed out. Just then, a bell rung from the other side of the house.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" a voice spoke. Dipper sighed in defeat.
"Maybe that guy." Stan smirked.
"Oooh, a customer!" Mabel skipped merrily to greet the customer. "Bye, Kyle!"
"And when Soos and Wendy gets here, help them get rid of that car wreck outside and call someone to fix the totem pole." Stan ordered.
"Fine." Dipper grumbled. He tucked his hands in his vest's pocket and began to begrudgingly walk to the shop section of the house while Kyle and Stan walked the opposite direction, to the exit.
As he walked, a thought popped into Dipper's head. He whipped his head around to see that Kyle has already exited, but Stan is just about to exit. He rushed to his Grunkle.
"Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Stan!" Dipper exclaimed, catching Stan's attention.
"What now, kid?" Stan asked.
"Uh... what about... my book? Are you done thinking about it?" Dipper asked, more excited than nervous.
Stan's body tensed at the mention of the book. He had completely forgotten about the question. "Not yet, kid." Stan replied, closing the door. Still holding the door handle, Stan leaned against the door, letting himself calm down. After a few seconds, Stan calmed himself enough and made his way to Kyle, who is already next to his car.
Stan unlocked his car and got into the driver's seat while Kyle got into the backseat.
"Buckle up." Stan said as he fastened his seatbelt.
"I hope I don't crash this time." Kyle jokingly said as he also fastened his seatbelt.
Stan started the car and they began their drive. The ride was silent, which is perfect because Stan needed some quiet time to figure how to answer his nephew's question.
Maybe I should give 3 back to Dipper. Stan always said that the books are better separated. Or, was it the other way around? Agh, stupid Stan! Creating those books and causing all sorts of mayhem to us! Stan quickly shook those thoughts away and went back to the subject.
Okay, the books are better separated... I think. But, if I give it to the kid, then He is going to go after the twins. If He hurts those kids, I'll never forgive myself.
Stan sighed. But, those kids are better than they look. Maybe, it's time for me to stop chasing this madness. Maybe, it's them that are going to finish what we started. They are twins, just like us. A small, content smile appeared on Stan's face.
And maybe, this Kyle kid can tag along with them. Stan smirked at the thought.
Alright then, I've made a decision. I'm going to...
"Mr. Pines?" Kyle asked out of the blue, halting Stan's train of thought.
"Yeah?" Stan asked back.
"I just want to thank you again, for... pretty much everything, really. I don't think other people are going to go this far to help a stranger." Kyle smiled.
"Heh, don't mention it, kid." Stan smiled back. "And stop calling me Mr. Pines, would ya? Makes me feel older than I already am. Just call me Stan."
Kyle grinned. "Okay then... Stan."
So, the boy's name is revealed to be Kyle. And, as said by Mabel, he works out!
Wow! Over three thousand words in just two weeks! I am on a roll! Seriously, I simply cannot believe how fast I am in finishing this chapter. It usually took me a month to write a chapter this size. Heck, this chapter's supposed to be longer! Okay, enough about me, it's time for this chapter's cryptogram!
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Try to figure it out, folks! Enjoy and please review!
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