*A camera clicks on to reveal the kid filming - a small, skittish-looking young cervitaur who can't be older than thirteen. His body is covered in burn scars and his hands are shaking as he pulls back. He adjusts a microphone pinned to his shirt with the skill of someone who's spent a very long time learning how to work film equipment. Then, he takes a deep breath in and steels his gaze.*
D-dipper Pines, here. Testing the m-memory gun tt gave me. H-hopefully this t-trial will go well. I worked hard f-for this, so it better work.
*He spins the dial on the memory gun a few times and then holds it to his head.*
First t-trial - Dipper Pines. Erasing the f-face stealing incident.
*He shoots himself with the gun. The light causes feedback in the camera. When the feedback clears, the boy is leaning over it, his large, watery doe eyes just a touch clearer and more peaceful. He examines the camera, mutters some technical nonsense under his breath, and then lights up like he hasn't been happy in years.*
I did it! I c-can't remember it anymore. It worked! I d-don't even remember what was s-so upsetting about it! My god I feel so m-much better!
*He's not shaking nearly as much, though he's still stuttering. He smiles down at the camera and pulls it up to his face, clearly elated.*
I c-can pull this off. Yeah. Y-yeah! I can e-erase everything th-that happens to me! I can get better! This is a-awesome! J-just a few more runs w-with the gun, and I should be f-fine!
*He stands up and nearly stumbles. He looks queasy.*
Oh. M-maybe not today. I'll... use the gun more t-tomorrow. Dipper P-pines, out!
*The camera shuts off and the recording ends with a single frame of a burning pine tree and a single second soundbite of a child giggling. It's so brief most people would have to rewind the tape to catch it.*