Ford dropped the memory gun. Camo reluctantly pulled off of what had used to be Stanley Pines. Now that Bill was gone, all the people who had been turned into banners came back to life and fell to the floor.

Now that Bill was gone, the rift started to close, sucking all the Henchmaniacs back in. Now that Bill was gone, the pyramid disappeared into the rift, too. A normalness wave passed over everything and fixed it to pre-Weirdmageddon. She was pretty sure she was one of the only ones to see Bill's abandoned stone body, already gathering moss.

They were sitting in the middle of the woods, now, and she sat on her knees across from him with tears in her eyes. It was sunny. Too sunny, she thought. He had a face on that betrayed the emptiness that was now his mind. She backed up, looking away.

Mabel ran up with a big grin on her face, as if she didn't understand what had just happened. "Oh, my gosh!" She stuck his fez back on his head. "Grunkle Stan, you did it!"

"Oh, uh, hey there . . . kiddo." He pulled her hands off him. "What's your name?"

A dawning horror filled the younger girl's face. "Grunkle Stan?"

"Heh. Who ya talkin' to?" He looked around in confusion.

Tears filled her eyes. "C-come on. It's me. It's me, Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Stan, it's me!" she sobbed, and Dipper had to pull her back from the confused old man.

"We had to erase his mind to defeat Bill," Ford explained. "It's all gone. Stan has no idea, but he did. He saved the world. He saved me." He kneeled down in front of his brother. "You're our hero, Stanley." He hugged him, and sniffled. Mabel broke down to tears, and Dipper was there for her.

Camo felt . . . hollow. Not with the initial sobbing reaction Mabel had, because she'd already done that. She just felt empty, looking at a man who didn't even remember her. She just stood there, silent, her eyes closed and her face scrunched up to stop herself from crying.

It may not be from shock, but it was just as real a pain.

They led him back to the Shack. Everything was back there, but it was in ruins, like how Bill had smashed it. Dipper had to break down the door, and Mabel led Stan into the living room. "Hey, this is a real nice place ya got here," he said. A section of the roof fell down.

"It's your place, Grunkle Stan," Dipper said sadly.

"Don't you remember, even a little?" Mabel asked.

He plopped down in the armchair. "Nope, but this chair hugs my butt like it remembers. Ah." He sighed in relief, but when he opened his eyes again, it was to five sad faces. "Hey, why the long faces? You guys look like it's someone's funeral. Who's that big guy crying in the corner?"

It sent Soos into another fit of tears. He looked away.

"We saved the world, but what's the point?" Dipper asked. "Grunkle Stan's not himself anymore."

"There's gotta be something we can do to jog his memory!" Mabel protested.

Ford said sullenly, "There isn't. I'm sorry. Stan's gone."

"I know my grunkle is in there somewhere!" she argued. "There's gotta be something around here that can help bring him back!"

Camo sighed, and looked at Stan. Well. She wouldn't know until she tried, would she? As Mabel looked, she walked up to him. "Hey," she said, as normally as she could muster.

"Hey. Uh . . . am I your . . . grunkle, too?"

She smiled softly. "Nah. Just a friend. My name's Camo."

He thought about that. "Huh. Camo. Weird name. Is that a nickname?"

"Oh, yeah, I never told you my real name. It's really dumb."

Just then, she was interrupted by Mabel, who had found her scrapbook and was climbing next to him. "This'll work! This has to work!" She opened to the first page, and Camo winced. "Here's the first day we came to Gravity Falls, Grunkle Stan," Mabel said. "And here's a macaroni interpretation of my emotions?"

She continued to flip pages, and Stan just looked sad, too.

"That time we went fishing," Dipper said earnestly. "That Summerween we spent together. Don't you remember anything?"

"I'm sorry," he said, sounding honest. "I don't know what this is or who you are or—gah!" Waddles jumped up on his lap and pushed the scrapbook out of the way. He stood up, holding the pig. "Quit it, Waddles! I'm trying to remember my life story!"

All three of the kids gasped. "What did you say?" Dipper asked breathlessly.

"I said get Waddles off of me!" he shouted back, trying to push the pig away so it couldn't lick his face. He was failing.

Camo's eyes lit up, and Ford let out a soft gasp. "It's working! Keep reading!"

"Skip to my page!" Soos said. "He needs to remember our boss-employee relationship."

"Hey! Just 'cause I have amnesia, don't go tryin' to give yourself a raise, Soos," Stan said, having gotten Waddles under control. He fixed his fez and walked back over to the chair.

"It's happening! Keep going!" Dipper insisted.

"Okay. Okay! Day Two. Grunkle Stan smells weird, but we're starting to bond. He told us a lot about being a businessman in the '80s, and seemed happy when we pretended to listen."

Camo interjected, "I feel the need to point out that I was paying attention."

"Didn't I bribe you to?" Stan asked her with a brow raised, and she grinned. It really was working!

"He also gave me a grappling hook which everyone is impressed by," Mabel read. "And in more important news, I've met some neighborhood hotties!" She laughed, and everyone followed.

She was glad he was back. At least somewhat.

Everything was kind of okay. They were preparing for the party, things were back to normal, and she could see out of both eyes again, which was definitely a relief. The Northwests sold their mansion, and McGucket moved in. Stan and Ford were on much better terms than they were, and Mayor Tyler passed the Never Mind All That Act, so nobody could tell about Weirdmageddon.

But . . . she still had questions. Mostly about Mallory and the time wish and her being on the Zodiac. It was the end of the summer, and nothing was really explained. So, she had a plan.

She stood in the middle of a clearing in the middle of the woods, taking a deep breath. This was stupid, wasn't it? She looked up at the sky and yelled, at the top of her lungs, "I WANT TO TALK TO MALLORY! GIVE ME AN AUDIENCE WITH HER OR SO HELP ME, I WILL SPOIL EVERYTHING FROM THE NEXT TEN YEARS!"

She waited for a second. Then the buff time dudes zapped into existence, and Mallory was there, too, looking confused. "Okay? You have questions already?" she asked. Behind her, the time dudes vanished again.

"Already?" Camo repeated, now equally confused.

"Yeah, didn't we just . . . ? Ohhhhhhhh . . . is it already . . . ? Ugh, stupid confusing time travel. Sorry. By my perception, you only just came here." She gave her a sheepish look. "So, uh, what did you want to ask?"

Camo sighed and sat down on the grass. Mallory, after a moment of confusion, copied her. "I just . . . I have a lot of questions. Why did you send me here? How was I on the Zodiac? Why did the records say I didn't exist?"

"Hmm. I guess I never did explain anything, did I?"

"No. You really, really didn't."

Mallory sighed. "It's kind of hard to explain. Um . . . did Bill already . . . ?"

She nodded. "Yup. Just went through the apocalypse. Thanks for that, by the way."

"Yeah, sorry," she winced. "Okay, so, did you see Bill's body? The statue thing?" She nodded again. "Well, in his final moments, he summoned the Axolotl, so, eventually, someone coming in contact with that statue would bring him back." Her eyes widened. "Yeah."

"And . . . why me?"

"Your life . . . really goes downhill. I don't wanna get into details, but in thirty-odd years, you run into the woods and stumble upon the statue. Bill possessed you, but, because he didn't have a rift to break, he spent many years possessing, killing, and tricking various people through you. Eventually, he found someone else smart enough to make the portal and started Weirdmageddon again, and this time, there was no Dipper and Mabel to stop him."

Camo gaped. "So . . . uh, what? Are you telling me that you sent me here to teach me a lesson on why Bill sucks?"

Now Mallory nodded. "Yeah, basically."

"That . . . there are so many much better applications of a time wish! You could've wished I never encountered the statue, or that Bill never summoned the Axolotl, or whatever, or that my life never went to the gutter! Instead, you teach me a lesson by sending me back to the past to try and survive the literal apocalypse?!"

The woman blinked a couple times. "Oh."

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Okay. Okay. You just had an oversight there. But, uh . . . that doesn't answer my other questions. Why . . . ?"

"Oh. Right. Um, my best guess is that it's not actually the same universe."

Camo gave her an alarmed look.

"Oh, stop that. Like, a parallel universe. If time wishes make anything paradox-free, well, if it bends space-time, that's literally impossible. Unless you rework space-time so that it's not bending time, it automatically shapes itself the way the wisher wanted it."

"Um. You lost me."

Mallory sighed, aggravated. "Like, sending you here. Encountering your younger self would break literally everything. So, my guess is Time Baby made a new parallel universe in which younger you never existed in the first place. And, since you were spending time with Dipper and Mabel, he probably stuck you on the Zodiac to make sure you stuck with them and didn't strike out on your own."

"Huh." She thought about that, going over it in her head. It made sense, she guessed.

But there was one more thing she wanted to talk about.

"Um . . ." Camo rubbed the back of her neck. "I just . . ."

"Yes?"

". . . do I have to go . . . to go home?"

Mallory blinked at the question.

"In one summer, I put down more roots than I had in my other life. In one summer, I made better friends than I ever had before. In one summer, I even found a boyfriend. I . . . don't want to leave Gravity Falls. I've been thinking about your time wish, and you specified where and when I was going, and what I was supposed to be doing . . . but you never specified how I was leaving."

"Are you sure?" she asked, a bit of concern pulling her brows together. "I'm sure they'd have no trouble bending it a little to put you home with your family. You'd be leaving everything you ever had there behind."

She looked behind her, at the bit of the Shack rising from the tops of the trees. Lose a bland thirteen years of her life, or lose the one summer that counted. Lose her family, who never really knew what to do with her, or lose the best friends she could possibly get.

It was an easy choice.

"I'm staying," she said determinedly. "I'll figure something out, but I'd rather be here with the Pines than home."

Mallory smiled softly, and the time dudes came back and picked her up. Camo relaxed on the grass, a matching smile on her face. There it was. She'd made her choice.

She was going to stay.

She stayed there, on the ground, for a little bit, but she couldn't stay there always. She wouldn't stay there always. She got up, dusted herself off, and set off at a brisk pace toward the Shack. Both sets of twins were waiting there, as she'd told them what she was going to do, clearly nervous. Stan was the first one to see her, and her choice was already worth it to see the hopeful look on his face.

"Kid?" he asked.

She smiled widely, and just nodded.

Stan coughed. Camo looked up at him expectantly. He and Ford stood there, looking kind of awkward. "So, uh, Camo," he said. "There's something I've been meanin' to tell ya." He took a deep breath, and she prepared for something dramatic. "You've got a really long last name."

She busted out in laughter. She was rolling on the ground, since she'd already been on the ground reading. "You're telling me. You've never had to write it on a paper for school."

He cleared his throat again, looking away. "I, uh . . . I was wondering . . . if Pines would be better?"

She stopped abruptly, looking up at him in shock. He looked kind of afraid, probably scared she wouldn't want it. She stared at him, and he stared at her, and then a massive grin spread across her face. She jumped up and hugged him tightly, a couple tears coming out. "Yes," she said, the words hard to squeeze out. "Oh, my scuff, yes. Yes, yes, yes, thank you."

He patted her on the back, and she let go, rubbing her wet eyes and smiling at him. "So . . . you're really . . . ?"

"Yeah." That was Ford, surprisingly. He gave her a stack of papers. "Everybody was more than willing to help you out, since you helped save the town. We picked a name already, since you don't like yours much."

"I hope it's okay," Stan said.

She read it eagerly, and her grin widened, if that was even possible. "I think it's perfect," she told them.

Camille Hourglass Pines.

". . . to you," they sang. Dipper and Mabel stood in front of their cake with party hats on—Dipper was wearing his hat over his hat, funnily enough. Camo stood between the Stans—they may have adopted her, but she was not calling them dad and uncle, respectively, that made her feel all weird inside—with a grin that just wasn't going away these days.

Waddles squealed to mark the end of the song, and everyone, and she meant everyone, cheered. True to what Soos had said, the entire town had showed up for the birthday party. It was such a crowd, and it just kept going.

"I can't believe you all got together just to throw a party for us!" Mabel said with a smile.

"After all the Pines family has done for the town, it's the least we could do!" Mayor Tyler said. "You've helped everyone here."

Gideon held out his hands. "Thanks to y'all savin' us, I learned to open my heart to kindness. No more evil-doin'. From now on, I'm gonna try to be Li'l Gideon, regular ol' kid."

She doubted that.

"Dude, make a wish, dawg!" Soos said.

"Ya know, on my first day here, if you had asked me what I wanted, I would have said adventure, mystery, true friends. But looking here at all of you, I realize that every wish came true," Dipper said. "I have everything I wanted."

"If I had only one wish, it would be to shrink all of you with a shrink ray and bring you home with us in my pocket," Mabel said. "But since that's impossible—is that impossible?" she asked Ford. He rotated his hand in the typical "more or less" way. "Since that's probably impossible, my only wish is for everyone to sign my scrapbook. I'll never forget you guys. Wait." She pulled out the memory gun and stomped on it. "Now I'll never forget you guys!"

The twins stepped up to the cake, and, in unison, blew out their candles. Wendy ran up. "I now officially declare you: technically teenagers. Welcome to Angst and Acne Forever."

"One of us! One of us!" the teens chanted, all at once.

"Aw, man, now I can't think of you guys as preteens any more," Camo pouted.

Sherriff Blubs and Deputy Durland, who were now going public with their love for one another, shot a cannon to announce it.

"So, how do you feel?" Soos asked.

Mabel had to think about that for a moment. "Samey, but different-y," she said.

Pacifica walked up and snapped, "Hey, you two. When are you gonna open your presents already? I broke a nail wrapping them."

The twins (and Camo) laughed at her antics, then the birthday kids grabbed their presents to open. Stan clapped next to Camo, but Ford stepped up. "Stanley, I need to talk to you," he said. "Not you, Camo. Stay here."

True to herself, as soon as they went around the corner, she snuck over to eavesdrop.

"I didn't want to say anything with everyone listening, but we've got a problem," Ford said. She peered around the corner to see the both of them. "Weirdmageddon has been contained, but I'm detecting some strange new anomalies near the Arctic Ocean. I want to go investigate it, but I think I might be too old to go it alone."

"Are you sayin' you need someone to help you sail around the world on the adventure of a lifetime?" Stan asked.

"I don't just want someone to come with me, Stanley." He pulled out a picture of the younger Stans on that ship. "I want it to be you. Will you give me a second chance?"

"You think we'll find treasure? And babes?"

Ford chuckled. "I'd say there's a high probability!"

Camo chose that moment to reveal herself. She slipped around and cleared her throat, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you forgetting someone?" They whirled around. Stan looked a little guilty, Ford looked annoyed.

"Camo! I told you to stay!" the scientist complained.

"I'm not a dog, Ford. I do what I want." She walked up to the both of them with a smile. "But I do think that'll be great for the two of you. Maybe I can stay with the twins for a bit while you guys go on an adventure. I can wait."

Both of them smiled. "But what should we do about the Mystery Shack?" Ford asked.

"I think the town's had enough mystery for one lifetime," Stan said. "Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"

A couple minutes later, the three of them were back out front. Stan smacked a Pitt Cola bottle like a bell. "Everyone, I have an announcement to make. Me and my—heh!—nerdy bro over here have some catchin' up to do. We're gonna be away for a while. That's why I'm shutting down the Mystery Shack for good!"

Everyone gasped in horror at that statement. Soos pushed right through the twins. "You shut down your mouth for good!" the handyman said angrily. The Stans exchanged a look, and Camo just looked at him, interested. "I'm sorry, Mr. Pineses, it's just that this Shack is the most magical place on Earth. Sure, the attractions are all fake, but dreams aren't fake."

He held up the monkeymaid. "Like this mermaid: It's not just a dead fish butt sewn to a monkey carcass, it's a marvelous creature that makes us believe that anything is possible. You shut down this Shack, and you shut down our dreams! At least . . . my dreams."

The crowd "aww"ed sadly.

Stan sighed. "I'm sorry, Soos, it's just there's no one around to run it." Soos hung his head. "At least, there wouldn't be if I hadn't just found the perfect replacement!" He grabbed his fez and put it on Soos's stunned head. He stood up in shock. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Mystery Shack is under new management!"

Everyone cheered.

"You . . . you mean it, Mr. Mystery?" he asked Stan.

"You're Mr. Mystery now, Soos. Try not to burn to place down."

Camo noticed Abuelita holding a lamp and a vacuum and moving in, along with a truck. She sighed good-naturedly.

It was time.

Camo stood with her stuff, along with Dipper and Mabel. They were saying all their goodbyes. She looked at Jason with a smile. It wasn't as heartbreaking for her, since she was coming back, probably in less than a year. She hugged him.

"Thank you," he said softly. "And . . . I'll see you soon?"

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed.

She walked back over to the twins. "Grunkle Stan," Mabel was saying, "thanks for wearing my goodbye sweater."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, it's cold out. I had to." It was a cute sweater.

"What? But it's, like, 80-something degrees out today," Soos pointed out.

"Can it, Soos!" the Stans said in unison.

Everyone laughed. Wendy came over to talk to Dipper, and Camo, being Camo, was eavesdropping. The teen got down on her knee so she was eye-to-eye with Dipper. "Hey. You mean a lot to me, man," she said. The two of them fist-bumped.

"You too," he said softly.

Wendy grabbed his hat and replaced it with her own. (So Wendy was allowed to grab his hat but Camo wasn't?) "Something to remember me by," she said. It actually looked pretty good on her. "Oh, and this." She handed him an envelope. "Read it the next time you miss Gravity Falls."

The bus pulled up. "Last bus leaving Gravity Falls," the driver said. "All aboard."

They turned around to face the crowd. "Guess we said goodbye to everyone except . . ." Mabel trailed off as Waddles walked up from behind Stan. "Waddles. I . . . don't know how to explain this, but . . . Mom and Dad won't let me bring a pig home to California, so . . . you have to stay here!" She was totally crying.

The pig bit at her skirt to keep her from going. Camo vaguely wondered if he was still smarter than average because of the Whattheheckahedron incident. "Come on, come on!" Mabel wailed. "I have to go. I'm . . . I'm sorry, Waddles!"

Stan growled, then said, "Aw, you know what? Forget it! I lived with this pig all summer, now your parents are gonna have to!" He picked up the pig and walked up to the bus. "Hey, bus guy! This pig is coming with the kids!"

"Now, hold on a second," the driver tried to say. "Bringing animals aboard a moving vehicle is strictly prohibited by—" Stan showed him his brass knuckles, and Ford pulled back his coat to reveal his ray gun. "Wha—w-welcome aboard. You can sit in the front row, pig." The driver looked at the two old men in fear, and Camo grinned at the thought that she was technically under these people's jurisdiction.

Their parents were getting a surprise pig and a surprise kid!

"Kids, you knuckleheads were nothin' but a nuisance, and I'm glad to be rid of you," Stan said, kneeling down. He was crying, and so were the twins.

They all hugged him, and Camo couldn't help but say, "And yet, you adopted one of those nuisances."

Stan sighed, but Mabel ignored her and said, "We'll miss you too, Grunkle Stan." She stroked the tassel on his fez.

Camo hopped on the bus, since, for her, this was more of a vacation. Still, she didn't miss the twins' fragment of a conversation:

"Ready to head into the unknown?"

"Nope. Let's do it."

She'd entered Gravity Falls as Chamomile Hydrangea Persephone, and now she was leaving it as Camille Hourglass Pines.

Yet still, Camo HP.

And that's the end! I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I have. I do have another Gravity Falls fic in line, but I don't know when it'll come out, because it's a collaboration and I'm probably gonna take a bit of a break from writing for a little while.

Maybe. I don't know. My style is really erratic lol. Still, that's it for The Consequences of Losing Globnar! ~RTW