West Coast Tech Mystery: A Gravity Falls Fanfic Ch. 3
Wendy was already scrolling through her phone when it chimed. She had received a text from Dipper, “Hey Wen, Ford sounded really worried when I called. He’s coming down tmw night to help us sort it out. We are meeting at Northside Diner at 7. U in?” She smiled as the feeling of anticipation and mystery rekindled in her mind. She had tried to keep the recent events surrounding the Blind Eye in the back of her mind. She typed, “I’ll be there Dip!” and hit send.
The next morning, Stanford excused himself from breakfast in the kitchen of the Mystery Shack and beckoned Stanley to join him as he left. Soos shrugged at his Abuelita and continued eating. Ford gestured his twin towards the lab beneath the shack and followed him down. Stanley leaned against a broken panel of equipment as Ford began flipping through various books. "Stanley, we have a serious problem on our hands. The Society of the Blind Eye is back." Stanley stood up and seemed unimpressed, "The who now?" Ford sighed and rolled his eyes, "The secret cult that used Fiddleford's memory gun on the townspeople...the gun we used to defeat Bill...?" It clicked in Stanley's mind, and he smiled as he scratched his head, "Oh, right." Ford continued, "Anyway, they are a serious threat. Dipper believes he has encountered them at West Coast Tech and has asked for my assistance. Fiddleford and I are going down to discuss the matter in person, tonight. You are welcome to come with us. You may be very useful in case we run into anything, and I'm sure you'd like to visit Dipper. However, you can't speak to anyone about this; we don't know who we can trust!" Stanley laughed, "Sure! I'd love to visit the twerp!"
Dipper found Wendy, Fiddleford McGucket, and his two Grunkles already chatting and laughing at Northside Diner just off campus. They had already ordered him a Pitt Cola and greeted him cheerfully as he approached the table. He retuned their smiles and wearily took a seat. The usual small talk and catching up followed until they had ordered their food. As the waitress left, Dipper and Ford exchanged a serious glance and each of them grew more stern-faced. Ford began the conversation, “We’ve all had a good time catching up on the last few months, but it is time we get down to business.” Everyone grew silent and attentive as Ford spoke. “Dipper, tell us what has happened so far, and what you have learned. Fiddleford might be able to fill in some of our questions, and we can all extrapolate the data.”
Dipper related everything to the group as he had to Wendy and added what little conjecture he had come up with since. “That’s all I have. I haven’t found anything on the Society outside of Gravity Falls, and I can’t find any motivations they may have for being here other than targeting Wendy and I along with any other previous residents of Gravity Falls that may be here. However, we destroyed the memory gun; this makes things even murkier.” Ford looked to McGucket, who had been sitting quietly and pondering the conversation without interjection. “Fiddleford, do you have any clue as to why the Blind Eye could be here? Do you remember if there were multiple chapters?” Fiddleford looked to one side and scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I reckon there was only the one chapter as far as I can remember. That doesn’t mean they didn’t found more after I left. As far as the memory gun is concerned, they could have made more from my prototype. It wasn’t too terribly complicated, but it would take some skill.” After a pause, Wendy sat up and interjected, “I don’t understand how they are still around though; we wiped the group’s memory that day in the museum.”
Everyone turned suddenly as a microphone buzzed on a small stage in the corner of the diner. A pale, bald-headed man with a banjo spoke into the mic. “Hello ladies and gents! My name is toot-toot McBumbersnazzle and I am here to provide you with some entertainment tonight!” He still bore the tattoos on his skull, most of them hidden by a fedora he was wearing. He began a lighthearted but quiet tune on his banjo as the group turned back to their table. Wendy pointed excitedly “See! That’s Blind Ivan right there. Mabel told him that McBumbersnazzle stuff after we wiped his mind!” Ford tapped his glass with a fork, “Hmm…Odd, very odd. If Blind Ivan’s memory is truly gone, the others’ memories should still be wiped as well. I can only guess that we are dealing with another chapter.” Dipper added to his thought, “Or one of the old members found their memory tube under the museum?” Ford shook his head, “Unlikely Dipper, I had Mabel and Soos show me the Society’s old lair. They said it was just as you left it five years ago.” Everyone paused as the food arrived. Once they were alone again, Dipper recapped, “So we are dealing with a different chapter of the Blind Eye who may or may not have a memory gun and are, for some reason, here instead of in Gravity Falls?” Fiddleford wiped his mouth with a napkin, “It would appear so, Dipper. Now we must find out why they are here. I assume there aren’t a lot of anomalies here; therefore, they shouldn’t have a reason to be somewhere like this.”
The discussion continued without any other revelations, and, soon, each of them were exchanging goodbyes. Ford grabbed Dipper by the shoulders, “Dipper, this group could be extremely dangerous. We have no idea what they want. Be careful my boy. In the meantime, Stanley, Fiddleford, and myself will see what we can find back in Gravity Falls. I’m sure we will have to do some investigating here, with you, as well.” Dipper smiled and reassured his Grunkle, “Don’t worry about me, Grunkle Ford. You know I can handle myself; plus Wendy is here to help. I will keep you updated on anything we find here.” Ford returned his smile “Excellent! I’m sure we’ll figure this out.” With that, they walked out of the diner as a group, oblivious to the prying glare of toot-toot McBumbersnazzle that followed them out the door.
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