anon in gravity falls 1- welcoming forgetfulness

who are you?

 

how did you get here?

 

where is here?

 

why cant you remember anything?

 

these are all the questions you are asking yourself right now.

 

your just some.... guy in some forest.

 

... did i really need to check to see if i was a guy?

 

yeah... i guess i kind of did.

 

well thats one thing figured out.

 

lets see what we got...

 

you check your clothes.

 

you got a red t-shirt covered by a hoody with the sleeves rolled up, some jeans that are torn on the knee, and so okay looking shoes.

 

pockets!

 

.... nothing. no wallet, no phone, no ID.

 

well at least you tried. you should give yourself a pat on the back.

 

humor? i seem to have a sense of dry humor.

 

is that good? do i find it funny?

 

.... yep. that was pretty hilarious in my books.

 

well, you dont know where you are, so the best thing to do now is to walk forward until you do, it would be better than just sitting on your ass until you die.

 

ass... do i have a potty mouth?

 

hmmm... maybe i do, maybe i dont.

 

you walk forward for quite some time untill you reach a clearing and to what you can tell is civilization nearby.

 

as you continue to walk forward, there is a sign that says "welcome to gravity falls!"

 

a play on words. do you find that funny?

 

... a little. it doesnt hit hard though.

 

well, gotta keep moving, we need to find some type of information station... thing. police maybe?

 

as you continue to walk, you spot a nearby dinner. maybe someone in there can point me to the police.

 

*ding ding ding*

 

as you enter, everyone turns to look at you.

 

ugh... really?

 

wait... that annoys you? why? its human instinct to look and stare, you know that at least, but it still annoys you none the less.

 

>um, hi. can someone point me to the-

 

some guy: circus? yeah, back where you came from buddy.

 

well that was rude.

 

>excuse me?

 

some guy: you heard me pal. aint seen no normal person bleach his hair and go out into public.

 

>bleach my ha-

 

you actually notice this now. your hair is white.

 

>... i dont think i bleached my hair...

 

some guy: just get outta here. we dont need any more freaks, we got enough as it is.

 

old man: HES TALKIN' BOUT' ME! HEHEHEHEEEE!!!

 

well thats a strange old man.

 

daughter: dad, youre being a jerk. hay, im sorry man.

 

father: i aint. guys a freak.

 

the father goes back to eating his flapjacks.

 

>i just need to know where the police station is. i... i cant remember anything.

 

daughter: must have been a heck of a party.

 

>no, i mean... i cant remember... anything.

 

daughter: oh, you mean like you have amnesia. harsh.

 

>yeah... and i dont have any identification on me, so i dont even know my own name.

 

daughter: harsher. well, i guess i can take you to the police station, but i dont think they are going to be any help.

 

>w-what? why?

 

daughter: the police are kind of dumb. actually, they are just dumb.

 

>*sigh*... well thats great.

 

sarcastic too. it seems like you have some emotions coming into play that your old self might have had... then again, these might be completely new emotions, and you may be acting like a completely different person. gees...

 

daughter: tell you what, how about you come with me to the mystery shack, i bet you we got some kind of book on amnesia or something.

 

>i dont think you can just cure amnesia... um... i didnt quite catch your name.

 

father: thats because she didnt give it to you.

 

wendy: dad! well mister anonymous, my name is wendy... and yeah, what if there isnt a cure in the book, at least we can try.

 

>anonymous... i like that word...

 

wendy: what, you want to be called anonymous?

 

>... yeah.

 

wendy: your weird man, but in a cool way. come on.

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you and wendy came to a shack that had the words "mystery shack" plastered upon the front.

 

different old guy: hello, and welcome to the mystery shack my dear customer!

 

wendy: woah woah woah stan, this guys got amnesia. he isnt a customer, we just need to find a book about it and then we are out.

 

stan: what? not a customer? then get outta here.

 

yeesh.

 

wendy: well thats the green light to come in anonymous. lets go find that book.

 

you walk inside much to the dismay of stan, the owner.

 

wendy: yo soos. we got any books on amnesia?

 

soos: what? amnesia? you got amnesia wendy? thats not good.

 

wendy: no soos. ol anonymous heres got it.

 

>hi.

 

soos: yo dude. sucks you got amnesia. ill get right on that book yo.

 

soos clears from the room into some other room.

 

>soos seems nice.

 

wendy: yeah hes cool. so, do you remember ANYTHING?

 

>... nope.

 

wendy: man that blows. if i had amnesia, id punch it in the face. like this. PSHHH! "ah, okay, i wont make you forget anymore!"

 

wendy makes a pantomime that she was punching some guy in the face and them begging her to stop.

 

>haha... i wish i could do that.

 

soos: yo, i got a book on how to poop... you think theres anything about-

 

wendy: no. look again.

 

soos: you sure, theres a page in here about how this one guy got into a induced coma from poopin' too hard.

 

>thats brutal.

 

soos: yeah, i guess ill go look some more then.

 

girl: look for what?

 

soos: oh, this guys got amnesia so im trying to find a book to cure him and junk.

 

girl: *GASP*, you have AMNESIA?! WOOOOW? whats it like?

 

>its like not knowing anything.

 

girl: if i had amnesia, id punch it in the face.

 

wendy: thats what i said! you and me mabel, we got some stuff in common.

 

boy: what? wendy are you crazy? mabel makes light up sweaters.

 

mabel: yeah, and theyre awesome dipper.

 

dipper: so... amnesia huh? sorry, i heard from the other room.

 

>yep.

 

dipper: um, i dont think we have anything on amesia in the book i got, but i can check for you, i mean ive seen stranger things than a guy with white hair and amnesia. heck, maybe your in the book and your some type of monster or something.

 

>i..... what?

 

mabel: we see monsters aaaaall the time. like the other day i totally made out with a merman.

 

>hahahah... yeah... monsters.

 

dipper: its true man. i mean look here, i just took a snapshot of me and mabel with the goblin.

 

>thats a pretty realistic picture, but no dice dips.

 

dipper: dips?

 

>i guess i like nick names...

 

mabel: ooooh! dips! we are so calling you that for now on.

 

dipper: oh come on, thats even worse than dipper.

 

>wait, your name isnt dipper?

 

dipper: well yours isnt anonymous.

 

>good point. i guess we were both given names huh? anyway, theres no way those things in the book are real.

 

soos: no man, there totally real. just the other day we fell in a bottomless pit that actually just sends you right back up to the start.

 

>fine, bring me to this pit and then ill believe you

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>WHAT THE HELL?

 

soos: heck.

 

>HECK.

 

dipper: we told you dude.

 

mabel: yeah. besides, we still need to come up with a nickname for you before we try and cure your amnesia.... im thinking anon.

 

>anon?

 

hmmm....

 

>i can dig it. but WHAT THE HECK?

 

dipper: i added it to the book awhile ago, but this book is filled with supernatural stuff like that. do you believe us now?

 

>is gravity falls normally like this?

 

dipper: yep. pretty much every day here is like that.

 

you sit down on a stump because your still trying to piece together all the stuff that just went down, and might go down if you stay here.

 

soos: yo man, you gonna be okay? dont worry man, it gets better here.

 

>man, if stuff happens like that all the time here...

 

they all have an understanding look.

 

>then im just gonna have to stay. this place seems to give me some bit of my self back, if im getting myself back at all that is.

 

dipper: staying here? are you sure your okay with that?

 

>yeah. i mean, i dont really like the idea of there being such things as goblins, trolls, and the loch ness monster-

 

soos: you mean the gobble wonker?

 

>sure whatever, but if i have the chance to gain parts of myself back here, then i need to.

 

dipper: if your going to stay here, your going to need to get registered if you dont have an ID.

 

>how long will that take?

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5 hours.

 

5 hours of answering the worlds stupidest questions from sheriff blubs and deputy derland.

 

"what is the second day of the week called?", "why is the sky blue?", "how many fingures am i holding up?", "what time is it again?"

 

>i dont understand how this is a test to get identification.

 

blubs: what? no, we heard you got amnesia, so we wanted to make sure you could do normal stuff.

 

>thats not how amnesia works thou- whatever, do i get my id now?

 

blubs: sure. but just because you have an id doesnt mean you can drive just yet.

 

>what?

 

derland: yeah, you need to take a drivers test mister.

 

>WHAT?

 

blubs: we said you need to take a drivers test.

 

>yeah, i know what you said. i can drive a car perfectly fine, why do i need a drivers test?

 

blubs: cus you dont have a drivers licence.

 

>...

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after another 3 hours, you finished everything you needed, got your shit, and headed back to the shack.

 

stan: what? your back again? i dont like seeing people that dont have money.

 

>then how about i work here?

 

stan: what? ive got enough people as it is, why would i give you a job.

 

>because there is a help wanted sign on the front door.

 

stan looks to see a help wanted sign right next to wendy who looks like she just put it up.

 

stan: hmmmm.... how are your business skills?

 

>i dont know, i cant remember.

 

stan: well then, on a scale of 1 to 10, how good do you think you are at scamming people out of their money, and making junk look and sound special?

 

>i think anybody could do that.

 

stan: 1. to. 10.

 

>11.

 

stan: your hired, now get in there and make me some money.

 

>yes sir boss.

 

you walk inside to see the gang.

 

>you put up the sign?

 

wendy: i might have eavsdropped and slipped and landed the help wanted sign on the door and didnt take it off.

 

>hahah, thanks.

 

dipper: so what name did you put on your id?

 

>anonymous of course.

 

dipper: what? but thats not your real name.

 

>it is for now.

 

dipper: your weird anon, but in a good way. hope your not some type of evil being that just forgot what it was meant to do.

 

mabel: or some secret agent that was sent here to kill somebody and got messed up in the head.

 

dipper: mabel, thats not even paranormal.

 

mabel: what? it could be true.

 

dipper: hes got white hair, and from what i can tell, he didnt bleach it.

 

>ive been wondering that myself actually, wonder how it got like this, i doubt i was born with white hair. if i was, id have to be an albino.

 

soos: dude, albinos are rad.

 

stan: i dont hear any money being made!

 

wendy: welp, thats the "get back to work" alarm. i guess you can help man the front desk with me anon.

 

>alright... how often does this place get costumers anyway?

 

wendy: eh, it differs. its more of a tourist trap.

 

>ah.

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after a day of scamming tourists out of their money, you begin to realize:

 

>oh man, where am i going to stay?

 

wendy: hmmm... i think i know where.

 

you follow wendy to the top of the shack and outside a door.

 

wendy: BAM!

 

>a walk on top of the shack?

 

wendy: yeah, i just added the shader too. you call pull these parts down and its basically like being in a tent.

 

wendy shows you by doing it herself.

 

>thats actually pretty cool. where did you find the time to make this?

 

wendy pulls the tabs up, and the tarping goes back to its original position.

 

wendy: i kind of like to sneek out of working sometimes.

 

>you sneek out of work, to be at work?

 

wendy: sneeky right? and if stan wants to know what im up to, i hold out this sign.

 

wendy holds up this giant sign that says "come inside to the mystery shack!"

 

>oh now thats just devilish.

 

wendy: thanks, i like to do the least amount of work possible, so this helps. ill let you stay up here if you dont tell stan that this is just a relaxing zone.

 

>sure. thanks wendy.

 

wendy: any time.

 

she begins to head out but turns around.

 

wendy: oh and, welcome to gravity falls.