Author's note: Well, I finally did it: after years of reading excellent and not so excellent fanfiction, I finally wrote a chapter of my own. Before you ask: yes, it is pinecest, and before you start harping on the sick-wrongness of it. Take a moment to realize that this is a fictional story about fictional characters taking place in a fictional city. I'm not saying that incest is good. I'm just saying that fake incest isn't real and therefore it's wrongness doesn't matter. If you don't like it, then keep looking for a story you do like (there are thousands of gravity falls fics. I'm certain one of them is perfect for you.

So yeah, I've never written before, but one of my goals is to keep each chapter as self contained as possible. I'm a college student and between work and studies updates will be few and far between. As a long time reader I know how much that can suck, but I'm giving you the heads up now. If demands on my life keep me from writing then that's what will happen.

If you want to leave a critical review, please go a head, but try to make it constructive by including ways to improve my writing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls nor the characters there in and I am making no money by writing this work of fiction.

Italics are for thoughts

Summary:

In "society of the blind eye" Mabel changed her mind about erasing her summer romances. In this universe she follows her original plan with surprising, unforeseen consequences. "Why, hello, there handsome. I'm Mabel. You wanna go see my pet pig?" "Stop messing around Mabel. We need to focus on finding Mcgucket's memories." "Dipper…", Wendy said, face pale, "She's not joking. She doesn't remember you." Warning Pinecest, because I'm a horrible person.

With Blind Eyes

So far, so good. Dipper thought as Soos, McGucket, and he crept quietly into the hall of the forgotten. Well, quietly for them. Soos' stomach kept growling and McGucket was muttering to himself about how one batch of moonshine had made him go blind for a week, but other than that they were quiet.

"Woah," Dipper half whispered, half shouted, "There must be memories from the whole town down here!"

"No kiddin. Hey look here's one from Robbie," Soos said plainly after the door was shut.

"Really, give it here," Dipper said excitedly, "Oh, what I would give to see what's in here."

"I don't think you need to give anything, dude. They got a fancy tv for these things," Soos said.

"Score, put it in, put it in!"

Nearby, McGucket was examining the strange statue with memory cylinders all neatly stacked behind it. The statue glared down upon him, and for a while he was fearful to approach it, yet he felt drawn to it. This dichotomy left him confused and slightly intrigued. A laugh from Dipper and Soos when Robbie admitted to being saved by a 12 year old caused McGucket to turn towards them, and as he turned back he noticed one particular memory.

"Hey, look, its them words people call me!" McGucket exclaimed loudly, but he hesitated to approach the ominous statue. In another universe Fiddleford would not have minded the statue at all, and would have just jumped right on top of it to grab the memory, but that was in another universe. A few precious moments past as Dipper and Soos removed Robbie's memory from the tv, and walked over to Old Man McGucket.

"Good eye, McGucket," Dipper said, "Soos, mind giving me a boost?"

"Sure thing, dude."

"It's weird…why are these ones so orderly when all the others are in piles?" Dipper asked as Soos lifted him.

"Don't know, dude, maybe these were the first ones the society wiped, and after a while they got sloppy."

"Gotcha," Dipper exclaimed as he grabbed McGucket's memory and released a pressure switch.

Dipper's look of triumph as he came one step closer to solving Gravity Falls' mysteries quickly dissolved into fear as the eyes of the statue started glowing an ominous shade as an alarm started blaring. Old Man McGucket dove into a pile of memory cylinders as Dipper and Soos prepared to fight.

"We are in so much trouble," Dipper shouted over the alarm. Little did Dipper know, getting caught was the least of his troubles.

"Testosterone," Wendy with her hair pulled over her lip gave her best 'cool guy' impersonation, which was pretty damn cool.

Mabel leapt up, and took a long inhale, "Hi, I'm Mable! I'm 12 and own a pig! You wanna get married!"

Wendy laughed, "Honestly, that was perfect. You should just forget about guys, man. They are nothing but trouble. Take it from someone who's had too many 'summer romances'. You are better off without them."

Mabel gasped, "Wendy, that's it. Forget about guys!" as she ran to the chair. "All I need to do is type 'summer romances' into this thing and zap all my heartache will be gone!"

"Woah, there, kid. You don't even know how that thing works. What if you wipe out something important? Like learning how to read or breathe or-"

"One of those terrible summer songs you can't get out of your head?" Mabel interrupted.

"Alright, you first. But first, give me a name of one of your failed summer romances so we can check afterwards to see if it worked," Wendy pointed out.

"Good point. Alright here's one, Norman Man."

"W-what?" Wendy half laughed in an incredulous tone.

"He turned out to be a bunch of psycho gnomes. Talk about a bummer," Mabel emphasized this with a farting sound and a thumb's down.

"All right, one summer romances wipe coming up," Wendy said as she entered the words into the device.

However just as she was about to fire the device, the alarm started blaring. Startled, Wendy's hand slipped and deleted summer from the settings screen, and the device went off. A surge of blue-white energy impacted Mabel's eyes and with a shout of discomfort all of Mabel's memories of romance were gone.

After a brief struggle the society of the blind eye had everyone tied up to a stone pillar. Blind Ivan had just finished gloating about the inner workings of the society.

"…Everyone has something they'd wish to forget. In fact Wendy just finished using the ray on that little girl."

"Wha? Wendy, why would you do something like that?! I can't believe you would be so irresponsible," Dipper seethed.

"Hey now, Mabel was very convincing. And anyway she's fine, I mean just look at her," Wendy defended.

"Don't get angry at Wendy, handsome. She was only helping me out. I'm Mabel by the way," Mabel batted her eyes at him in an overly dramatic way with a cute grin on her face.

Dipper had seen that look directed at many a clueless boy before, and for a second he thought that Mabel was using this as a chance to tease him as she enjoyed doing so much.

"Mabel, now is not the time for jokes, if you hadn't noticed we are about to have our minds erased."

"Life is full of surprise opportunities. Like right now for instance; Mr. Creepy-Baldy tied me up next to a cutie. Do you really expect me to pass up the chance?"

Dipper glanced at Wendy in confusion and noticed a look of dawning horror on her face as she paled.

"Dipper, she's not joking. She doesn't remember you," Wendy whispered. You could count all her freckles by this point.

"But why?"

"…and now you will forget everything you learned during this summer!" Ivan smirked knowing that the confusion that Mabel's apparent amnesia would cause would paralyze the boy permanently. Dipper Pines will never again be a threat.

Just as he was about to fire, Old Man McGucket swooped in to save the day with a Dixie battle cry, "I found some liquid courage and weapons in the miners' gallery. Now fight like a hillbilly at a family reunion!"

This time the struggle lasted longer, but in the end Old Man McGucket saved the day by being an insane meat shield, and all the members of the Society were captured and tied up to the same pillar as earlier. Luckily, Sprott was rerobed before being tied up, because "ain't no one wants to be seeing that," as Fiddleford so eloquently put it. Dipper looked around with a feeling of pride at the victory they had all accomplished, but then his eyes fell on Mabel who winked at him in a slightly flirtatious way. Dipper felt himself flush rapidly. This strangely infatuated Mabel may be interesting, but when she looked at him he saw no flash of recognition. She had yet to use his name once during the struggle. Dipper clutched the device as a moment of fear hit him. What if Mabel would never remember him again? All their precious memories that they and they alone shared: gone forever. All those memories of Halloweens past, all those moments when it was just the two of them sharing anything and everything, now carried by him alone. A wave of loneliness that he had never known could exist crashed over him as he thought these things. For a moment all Dipper could think to do is despair, yet he steeled himself. Dipper stepped forward to the tied up society members with his face set in grim determination. Mabel shifted slightly. She was acutely aware of Dipper's change in demeanor. He went from happy to sad to strong in no time flat.

He sure is easy to read. That look of resolve suits him. When all this is done I hope to see him again. It seems like we're a group of good friends. I remember hanging with Wendy and Soos, and this mysterious stranger seems to know me. Oh, I know, alls I gotta do is ask him to hang out with us later. He seems nice, I'm sure he'll agree! Mabel thought to herself happily.

Dipper took a breath to steady himself.

"Now you're going to be answering some questions. Why would the device wipe Mabel's memories of me?"

Ivan grumbled, "The device wipes everything related to the subject that is entered into it."

"That's not helpful," Wendy countered crossly, "Why would the device when set to 'summer romances' erase Mabel's memories of her brother!"

"Say WHAT!" Mabel shouted in shock, "Wendy, I thought you knew me better. Doncha know I'm an only child?"

Wendy turned to Mabel, a little off put by Mabel's vehemence. While Dipper felt as if a knife was in his heart. She really didn't have a single memory of him.

"This isn't getting us anywhere. We need to focus on getting answers," Dipper spoke up, but his voice had a tremor in it, and turned back to Ivan, "Answer Wendy's question!"

Ivan threw his head back and laughed maliciously, "You don't get it yet, do you? The device would be useless if it only wiped out conscious memories. What do you think would happen if it only wiped out what was conscious? Gravity Falls would have been filled with people so paralyzed by various phobias that they wouldn't be able to get out of bed. No, the only way for people to truly be free from the burden of their memories is for us to erase both conscious and subconscious memories: memories of both thought and feeling," Ivan noticed a look of surprise then a slow dawning realization on Dipper's face, "Oh, good, you're finally starting to see the light, but just to be clear: somewhere deep within her heart Mabel saw you in a romantic light and saw enough of your time together as romantic that when the ray was used on her it wiped clean all recollection of you-" During this speech it was clear that Ivan was enjoying laying bare such an unutterable taboo. His tone both mocking and gleeful, but before he could finish twisting the proverbial knife in Dipper's back Mabel interjected.

"Hey now, if you enjoy being a butthead to...," She turned to Dipper, "It's Dipper, right?" Dipper nodded. Mabel grinned, "You have got to tell me how you got that kickin' name sometime." She turned back to Ivan. "Where was I—oh yeah—if you enjoy being a butthead to Dipper, who it seems to be an all-around awesome guy and good friend, then maybe I should give ya a name tag."

Mabel whipped out a sharpie from her sleeve, and scribbled out the 'knowledge' tattoo and wrote 'butthead' in big bold letters on his forehead, while making sound effects.

Ivan sneered, "That's not funny."

"It kinda is," Dipper chuckled weakly. Leave it to Mabel to make me laugh, while my world is ending.

"It totally is," Wendy agreed with a lazy laugh.

"Where did she get the marker from?" Soos asked perplexed.

"You never know when a sharpie could save your life, Soos," Mabel answered in a sage manner.

Dipper cleared his throat as he stepped up to take point again even though all he wanted to do was rock back and forth in a corner, "Leaving aside why I was removed from Mabel's mind, how do we restore her memories? Is there a reverse setting on the ray gun?" His voice was wavering from the emotions he was feeling: hope and dread for the answer he awaited on.

"Ha, we are the Society of the Blind Eye. We only erase. We never restore," Ivan mocked.

In any other situation Dipper would have kept cool, but now his sister was on the line, Dipper felt an odd sort of clarity in his mind as anger flashed hot in his heart. He rushed forward and grabbed Ivan by his robe, and pulled him forward to glare him in the eye, "That doesn't answer the question: is there a reverse setting or not!"

"You know this tactic would be more intimidating if your arms were stronger."

Dipper brought his hand back, made a fist, and slammed it as hard as he could into Ivan's face with a yell.

"I was right," Ivan laughed even though his lip was bruising slightly, "You need to be stronger in order to beat the answer out of me, but I'm feeling gracious," his tone had returned to mocking, "No there is no reverse setting. Our founder didn't design the ray to work in reverse. It can only erase. Oh, and before you ask," Ivan's sneer grew, "Those cylinders have a limited capacity. Eventually they start overwriting memories, and considering the number of times it was used after Mabel used it, I would say that none of Mabel's memories remain recorded."

Dipper felt his heart stop and a cold feeling developed in his stomach. You know the feeling when you are about to drop down the first hill of a roller coaster? The feeling of fear and excitement: that's what Dipper would latter describe it as, but at that very moment all Dipper could recognize was the fear. He felt as if he were falling to certain death.

Mabel might never remember me again. Dipper felt his eyes sting. He wiped angrily at his eyes.

"You okay there, dawg?"

"Chin up, Dipper. I'm still me," Mabel patted him on the back, "If we were friends before, we can be friends again!"

"Yeah…" Dipper said as he turned toward Mabel, "Yeah, you're right!" Dipper needed to know that he still had Mabel even though she couldn't remember him, so he placed both his hands on her shoulders, and looked her deeply in the eyes with an intensity that few 12 year olds could muster. Mabel looked intently back with her mouth slightly agape from the surprise of this initiated contact and a flush on her cheeks. "I swear to you, Mabel, I will find a way to return your memories. I don't care if I have to turn Gravity Falls upside down or fight 10,000 monsters or dive into the depths of hell, I will make you whole again."

"You must be a hero, huh, Dip—"

But Dipper was too overwhelmed with emotion to wait to hear her finish. He pulled her in for the hardest hug his skinny arms could manage. Mabel was startle for a moment: this strange boy she just met was hugging her like his life depended on it. Did he just bury his face in my hair? Did he just take a sniff? But she felt safe in his arms so she figured she should just go with it; after all he is a total cutie, so she wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his shoulder.

Dipper's thoughts were racing: Mabel is still Mabel. She's here. She's safe. She still acts like Mabel. She still feels like Mabel. She has the same voice, the same personality, the same scent. God bless scratch and sniff clothing. She is still Mabel. How long have I been hugging her? Too long. Probably too long, but I don't care. I need this.

"You know I don't mean to break up this moment, dudes, but I think we should find out what to do with these dudes," Soos gestured over to the society members.

Dipper slowly released Mabel who giggled and gave him one last squeeze. The look on her face was reminiscent of that time she was high on Smile Dip. Yep, I definitely hugged her too long.

Dipper turned back to Blind Ivan and the rest of the society, "I have an idea on what to do with them."

"It does not matter what you do. The society will come back and we will secure our secrets. No matter what we will always remember. We will track down each and every one of you, and erase your memories of the mysteries of Gravity Falls!" Blind Ivan was emphatic.

"Oh, I wouldn't be too certain of that," Dipper said smugly and he set the device and pointed it at the Society. "Say cheese!"

As the former members of the Society of the Blind Eye generously tipped McGucket on the way back to their usual lives and in the case of Ivan to the life of a travelling banjo player, Mabel approached Dipper.

"Hey Dipperton, I know things have been cray cray for you lately, but I wanted to let you know that we should definitely hang out later. Whaddja say?"

"Mabel….we share the attic."

"Wha, really?" Dipper nodded in response. "That ray really did a number on me. I could have sworn I had the attic to myself." With an inhalation as an idea formed in her head, "It's like we're have a sleep over every night! Dippingsauce, this is gonna be so much fun!"

Dipper grinned at the nickname. Somethings never change I guess.

Wendy approached the two as Mabel said that.

"Hey, guys. Mabel I didn't get the chance to check, but does the name Norman mean anything to you?"

"Ew, gross: How could a guy turn out to be gnomes?"

Wendy's eyes widened ever so slightly at the implication of this. She turned to Dipper.

"Hey, Dipper, could I talk to you….alone."

"Sure Wendy," Dipper said as they walked a few paces away and Mabel went to chat with Soos about their latest adventure: "And that huge, black guy literally punched through a brick wall. Wasn't that awesome, Soos?"

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

Wendy took a breath and responded, "I think it's important that we impress upon Mabel the truth that you two are siblings, Dipper."

Dipper shifted on his feet in nervousness, "I don't think that would be necessary, Wendy." Wendy looked like she was about to argue the point, so Dipper decided to lay out why, "Mabel will get her memories back eventually. I will find a way. In the meantime I don't think we should burden Mabel with such an earth shattering revelation. She would go to sweater town for a week, trust me on that."

"Sweater town?" Wendy half smiled, incredulous.

"It's a coping mechanism."

"All that aside. I think she likes you, Dipper. It's a bad idea to let that grow."

"Don't worry about that: Mabel is in a boy crazy phase. By the end of the week, she'll have a crush on a different boy," Dipper didn't show it but saying that Mabel would move on hurt a little, but he attributed the feeling to the emotional roller-coaster he was on.

"You sure?" Wendy double checked uncertain.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Dipper said as he and Wendy turned back to the group.

Dipper greeted them and said, "It's getting late. Let's go watch McGucket's memory and get out of here."

Dipper was putting on a brave face of confidence and certainty as they all headed back into the museum, but truth be told he wasn't certain about anything now. But they had a mission to complete, before he could get to the real mission: Finding Mabel's memories. Finding the author just got knocked down to second place.

Somewhere in Gravity Falls was the key to success, and Dipper would be damned before he gave up on finding it.