Writer's Block is killing me right now so bear with me on the short chapters.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravity Falls.
Btw-
Disregard anything that I wrote about Dipper liking Pacifica. Plot changes.
Chapter 9- Old Man McHelp-It
Dipper's POV
"I wish to unsee what I have seen."
"Oh raccoon and squirrel jelly!"
"Agghh!" I awoke with a yell.
I was covered in sweat. Mabel burst into the room. "What's going on, Dipper?! Are you alright?"
"Yeah, sorry. It was just another memory-nightmare again." I wiped the sweat off of my brow.
"What was it this time?" She sat beside me.
"People in red cloaks with this strange eye on the hood… There was this memory erasing gun thing that they used."
She nodded. "The Society of the Blind Eye…"
"OH MY GOSH! I KNOW HOW WE CAN GET YOUR MEMORIES BACK!"
"H-how?!" I was flabbergasted.
"Fiddleford McGucket! One of Great Uncle Ford's colleagues! He can invent something to restore your memories!" Let's go to his mansion!"
I pulled on my shorts and v-neck and Mabel helped me into the car where Wendy drove us and Pacifica to the mansion on the hill. Pacifica explained her family used to live there, but lost it due to her father's poor investments. It had never crossed my mind where Pacifica lived. I know she acts wealthy, like she's always got something to do that involves dresses and eloquent manners.
We knocked on the door and this short man in a brown suit answered the door.
"Mabel?" The old man asked. "Dipper? Pacifica?"
"Hi, Old… I uh mean Fiddleford! You're looking better than when we left! How is business going?" Mabel answered.
"Good, good. I've been able to use my inventions for good purposes..."
"Speaking of which, can we ask you a favor?" Pacifica interjected.
"Of, course. Come in please." He led us to his lab.
"You see, Dipper was in an accident and lost his memory. Can you create something that can restore his memories?" Wendy explained.
"Hmmm… It'll be tough, but I'll work on it. This may be a revolution for memory-depleting diseases!"
"Thank you, Fiddleford! Or should I say, Old Man McHelp-It?! Get it? Cause we used to call him…" Mabel started.
"Yes, yes, we know. Thanks!" Pacifica finished.
As we were driving back, Pacifica's phone rang.
"Ughhh… Gimme a second." She pressed the device to her ear.
"Yes?... I am with the Pines'... No, we're not doing anything dangerous… We don't have any expectations to live up to!... Our family name is broken!"
She hung up. "My dad keeps forgetting we don't live in a mansion anymore, and that the whole town doesn't look up to us…"
We were silent until we got back to the Shack.
"I guess I'll go home and deal with my parents…" Pacifica got into her car.
"And I'll go lie down…" I wheeled myself as far as I could, but realized my casts were too restricting. Mabel pushed me to the bottom of the stairs and helped me up. I climbed onto my bed and lied down. Wendy came in and sat on the edge.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, just tired…"
"Ok, well, you get some rest. Call us if you need anything."
"Thanks, Wendy."
Mabel walked in and closed the door.
"Dipper, I have something really important to tell you… I'm bisexual. And I have a crush on Paz…"
"Whoa… Never would've guessed that… What makes you so sure you like her?"
"Dipper, the compass of my heart is guiding me all the time, but right now, it's guiding me Northwest."
1 week later
Mabel's POV
"Dipper! Mabel! I figured out how to restore your memories. This is is how it works: first, you press it against Mabel's temple like this…" He pressed the gun thing to my head and zapped me. It kinda tickled.
"Now, we place it against your head, Dipper." He did so. "Now, we have to let it set for an hour. Dipper, it is very important that you don't eat or drink within this hour. I suggest you nap to clear your mind."
"Thank you, Fiddleford! How much do we owe you?" I said, hugging him.
"None at all, Mabel. It's my pleasure to help you in any way possible."
Dip layed back down on his bed to take his nap. As he closed his eyes, I closed the door. Fiddleford turned to me and whispered, "Now, Mabel, I didn't say this in front of Dipper because he might wake up and be really confused, like this was all a dream. You need to help convince him it happened or he will reject the past. It'll be hard for him, but if you, Pacifica, and Wendy work together, you're bound to convince him."
"Thank you for your help." I smiled, and he smiled back.
When the hour was almost up, I called Paz and Wendy over so they would be here. We all sat in our room waiting for him to wake up.
When Paz walked in, her perfect blonde hair flowed behind her. She was just so… Pretty. No. Mabel, get a grip on yourself, girl! She's not going to like you back! She keeps looking at Dipper that way. Oh, well. Just go with it.
Dipper's POV
It all hit me as fast as a lightning bolt flashes in the sky. Every day of our first summer flew at me like a fastball. The sudden surge of brain impulses sent me flying awake, panting.
"Dipper!" Paz shouted, rushing over to me.
"Whoa, Dip, you alright?" Wendy asked, rushing to my side. Wendy. Man, is she beautiful.
"How do you feel, Bro Bro?"
"Like I had a really bad nightmare. I lost my memories and I was in the hospital… Man, it was so… Real…"
"Because it wasn't a dream; it was real." Mabel said.
"Nah, it can't be." I didn't believe her.
"Dipper, look at your arms and legs. You broke them in an accident. That was no dream." Wendy added.
"No. No, no, no, no! This isn't real! So Robbie's in jail? And… Ugh… Oo…" A pain spread through my head. "Uhh, I have a massive headache right now…"
"I'll go get you an aspirin. Lie down and get some rest." Paz said, walking to the stairs.
"So you're telling me my dream was real and McGucket restored my memories?" I asked.
"Yeah… OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE YOUR MEMORIES BACK!" Mabel started jumping up and down.
Paz came back with an aspirin and a glass of water. "Here you go. Now, I better head home before my dad gets pissed again."
"Ahhh… Better…"
"Well, don't forget your appointment to remove your casts today. At least your elbow and leg. Your ankle and wrist don't come off for another week." Mabel said.
"Why don't you come downstairs and chill with us until your appointment? I think Stan wants to see you." Wendy suggested.
"Sure. But, uh, you need to help me down…" I rubbed my neck.