I want to thank everyone who has read this. This is my first story and I honestly didn't think anyone would read this, but I'm glad you guys like this and I wanted to thank you. Also I'm sorry this prologue is so long it's only got one chapter left after this I swear.

Prologue (Part 3): Found

Dipper quickly learned that his new form didn't sleep no matter how long he laid in his bed, tightly closing his eyes in a futile attempt to sleep. By the third night in his new form he had given up trying and spent his time discovering his new powers (such as his control on the weather using his emotions or telekinesis); or wandering around the forest and town, watching all the events that only happened when he and Mabel were asleep. It kept him from cracking under the pressure of his predicament for awhile but by the sixth night he couldn't stand being like this anymore. He thought being a ghost when Bill took over his body was terrible however this was so, so much worse. Not only could they not see or hear him but they also didn't even remember him. It was as if he never existed. As if all his memories with Mabel and Wendy and Soos and their Great uncles were fake, artificial, that these things had never happened. Overwhelmed, Dipper let out a horrible, gut wrenching screech that caused anything near the Mystery Shack to run away in fear and hid his face in his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mabel let out a scream and fell onto the floor as Waddles, her adorable, chubby pig, squealed in fright and ran downstairs. The must have both heard the same horrible screech come from the empty bed on the left side of the room. Just as she was about to examine the bed, Grunkle Stan and Great Uncle Ford stormed into the room and threw her behind them as they searched the room using some weird gadget Ford had created to try to find whatever had caused the noise. Suddenly, it let out a weird beeping sound as he pointed it towards the other bed in the attic. Scowling, he yelled out, "Okay demon, come out of hiding or you will get hurt!" She heard what sounded like a sniffle and turned her head away from Ford and towards the bed, gasping in shock from what she saw. On the bed was a boy she had not noticed before wearing a red shirt and a blue vest, black sneakers, grey shorts, and a blue and white hat with a pine tree on it. He seemed to be about her age, her height, and as he looked at them and wiped some tears out of his eye she noticed the he had the same chocolate brown eyes and hair color she had. They could have been twins.
"Hello?" She asked quietly as she slowly walked towards the boy, not wanting to upset him anymore then he seemed to be. "Are you okay? Why are you crying?"
The boy's eyes widened in shock at her question and his attention became directed solely at her."Y-you, you can see m-me?" She stared at him, a confused look spreading across her face. "What are you talking about? Of course I can see yo-"She said as the boy flew towards her and lifted her into the air, laughing and crying in joy. Her Great uncles grabbed their weapons, ready to attack whoever had picked her up, when he put her back down, wiped away his tears, and gave her a pained smile.
"I'm sorry, I must have scared you and Grun- your Great uncles."
He seemed to be even more upset after he said that then he was earlier. Fearing that he might release another scream, Mabel quickly shook her head.
"No, you didn't scare me. Sure your scream startled me, but I'm not scared."
Her Great Uncle Ford looked around trying to figure out who she was talking to. But the boy didn't notice him. "Really? You're not scared of me?" His eyes seemed to shine at this new information. But before she could answer yes, her Grunkle Stan pulled her away from the boy.
"Kid what are you doing?" He asked her, "It's a demon." He whispered these questions as quietly as possible for him, trying (and failing) to not make the "demon" upset. The boy's eyes started to well with tears and his lip started to quiver after hearing what Stan called him and he started to cry. Suddenly a terrible thunderstorm started startling everyone but the small boy with its sudden appearance and intensity. Quickly Mabel ran over to the boy, trying to calm him down, hoping that the storm (which she was 90% sure his crying had caused) would die down if he calmed down. She wrapped her arms around him giving him a gentle, comforting hug and started to hum a tune. He returned the hug and hid his face in her shoulders and slowly both he and the storm calmed down until it disappeared and he finally, for the first time ever since his transformation into a sort of demon-ghost thing, fell asleep. All the while their Great Uncle Ford and Grunkle Stan were watching her, not sure what they should do.