Prologue (Part 2): Forgotten
Ford gingerly sat down in one of the chair surrounding the table, carefully moving his body so he would not hurt himself anymore. That Gremgoblin was surprisingly smart, destroying almost all of the reflective surfaces in the shack so that they could not use them against it. Luckily, Mabel almost always has a mirror on her and was able to get it to look at the mirror while it was using its nightmare eyes. He honestly could not be prouder of his grand-niece as he reflected on what happened today. "Hey Great Uncle Ford?" Mabel asked him as she turned to him. "Yes, what is it Mabel?" "I was just wondering if that boy we sent downstairs to get you ever left the basement."
"Huh? What boy?" He asked her questionably. She laughed when she heard his question," You know who I'm talking about silly. That boy… what was his name again Grunkle Stan?" She turned towards him, a confused look starting to creep on her face. He sat up in his chair, thinking for a good few minutes, before answering back, "I'm sorry Mabel; I don't know who you're talking about. I think your mind is playing tricks on you." "Maybe." She said quietly, not looking quite convinced with that answer. Ford smiled at her and looked up at the clock. It was almost 11. "Well that's enough mystery for one day. Let's call it a day and go to bed." "Okay, good night Grunkle Stan. Good night Great Uncle Ford." Mabel said as she ran up the stairs to her room. Stan followed her upstairs, but Ford hesitated. Who was she talking about? Maybe that was the mysterious Dipper he was talking about earlier. He put that thought away for now, thinking that he should get some sleep before solving anymore mysteries, and walked to his room.
Dipper tried everything he could think of to get their attention as they sat down to talk about today's events in the living room. After the green energy had hit him, causing him to scream as it devoured his body and spirit; no one seemed to notice him. He had tried to get Great Uncle Ford to notice him by talking and later yelling at him with all his might, but he didn't seem to hear him. He even tried to help in the battle by bringing a mirror but it also seemed that not only could others not hear him he also could not mess with physical objects. As he tried to figure out a way to move the mirror, his hand suddenly became enveloped in golden flames that he could only guess where demonic in origin. Yelling in surprise, he held the arm covered in flames towards the small hand mirror. The flames suddenly jumped on the mirror, completely covering it before the mirror disappeared. As Dipper tried to figure out what he just did he heard a scream from downstairs. Scared that someone in his family was hurt, he rushed down the stairs to see what happened. He sighed in relief as he realized that the scream was not one of fear but of victory. He calmly watched as they celebrated, not realizing that he was slowly floating off the ground until he hit his head on the ceiling. Apparently being invisible did not mean that you could go through ceilings or walls. He struggled for a few minutes until he found out how to control his newest power and walked into the room marked "employees only" hoping to return to his family and wrap his head around his current situation.
After listening to their conversation (feeling as if his heart had broken in two after hearing Mabel's question) he wondered if there was a way to get them to notice him. Use your new powers, a voice inside his head quietly whispered, you can make them notice you. Dipper quickly shook the thought out of his head. What if he ended up hurting one of them? He gave a quiet sigh and looked up just in time to see Mabel walking up the stairs. She must be going to bed; he thought to himself, I should probably go too. He cautiously lifted his body into the air, not wanting to get stuck on the ceiling again, and floated up the stairs into their room and laid on his bed.