Four days...
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.
Knowing too much does terrible things...
Or is it the other way around?
He just...
Couldn't seem to remember for the life of him!
Ha!
McGucket couldn't remember anything either!
Poor sap had no idea what he was going to get himself in to,
no idea at all.
Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Well, you certainly could not get a more redneck sounding name than that one. Funny how good 'old Fids was anything and everything but a redneck. Even with his slight Texan drawl, the man seemed to be anything but the trailer trash that he had grown up in. Smart, creative, intelligent. He had a head on his shoulders, no matter how many time Stan nearly "accidentally" decapitated him.
It was a wonder how he had not died from a heart attack straight after meeting Stanford Pines. Fids was rather prone to nervous breakdowns, he had trouble keeping himself together when the unexpected happened. Unfortunately for him, Gravity Falls was completely composed of the unexpected. So, naturally one could see his problem.
Quite funny to watch him break down in to little tiny pieces actually. Pacing around, grabbing handfuls of his hair and tugging at it as he muttered under his breath, distress clear on his face as he tried to figure out the answers to his questions. One might have thought he had discovered the secrets to the universe and wanted to permanently erase them from his head because of all the terrible things he had seen.
Wait.
That was what he had been doing.
One.
With one pull of a trigger, the first thoughts and memories were torn away from Fids' mind forever.
Two.
With a second tug, he knew that this was no fluke. He really wanted to forget everything that he had learned.
One, two, skip a' few, ninety-nine, one hundred.
With each and every time Fids tried to erase what he had seen, the man's state grew worse and worse. See, he knew that he had purposely erased memories from his mind. Which would cause him to remember what they were again. It got to the point where he was trying to erase any memory of the memory ray from his mind. Only that would return to him because he would forget something, wonder what he was forgetting, only to remember what he had been doing to his head over the months.
The only one allowed to mess with the mind was him! And because of that, he had been all to happy to help dear old Fids when he came crying for help, just begging to forget things. Revenge was sweet of course.
"I'll do anything!" He sobbed.
"Anything?"
"Just make it go away!"
And he did make it go away. All of Fiddleford's sanity was washed away. No human invention could correctly mess with the mind! Like someone could actually create a successful ray to do so! Of course not! In the end, it was his own doings that would end the suffering of Fiddleford McGucket, and bring a whole new reign of terror to his fragile mind.
Watching a frightened man, a brilliant man throw away his life like this made him feel odd. It was not an enjoyable feeling this odd sensation. Fids had so much to look forwards to in his tiny life, but he caved to the easy way out in the end. It was almost disappointing to know that he had failed in this way.
Fids, Stan, his family... It did not matter in the end. They were all men. A frightened man, a dead man, and... Him.
Who was he?