Well, with a title like that you Know only good things are yet to come. Let's Get Going!

Dipper was walking down the sidewalk with Waddles trotting next to him. Usually Mabel goes with him when he decides to head into town, but it's kinda hard to look for a Christmas present for a person if they're with you at the time. Yeah remember, this all takes place during Christmas break. Dipper sighed and rubbed his head. "I don't know what I'm gonna get for Mabel this year." Dipper usually was able to find a book Mabel would like, but Gravity Falls didn't have much in the way of book stores. "What do you think I should do Waddles?" Dipper asked looking down at the pig.

Waddles looked up at him and grunted before looking back down, contemplating it for a second. Suddenly looked up and squealed, jumping up on Dipper and making abit of a fuss.

"What is it buddy?" Dipper asked.

Waddles grunted again and lightly jabbed his hoof against Dipper's shirt a few times.

Dipper looked down at it. One of his newer 'home made' ones, it was blue with green sleeves and in the middle of his shirt was a Flying Saucier. It took Dipper a second to process what Waddles was trying say, but then he got it. "OH! Great Idea Waddles!" He said as he patted the pig on the head.

Waddles oinked happily and jumped back down, continuing to walk with Dipper. A cold wind blew though causing Dipper to shiver and rubbed his arm. "Lets get back to the museum. I'm freezing out here." 'Mabel's gonna kill me if she finds out I didn't wear a coat.' He though to himself.

A man in a heavy coat and hat was walking a good distance in front of them. He barely glanced back at Dipper and Waddles before shifting his gaze down the road. 'Not yet.'

Waddles looked at Dipper and grunted a few times. "I can't help it." Dipper started. "I never have to wear coat back home, it's just a force of habit." Suddenly the man in front of them slipped and fell on the ice. "Oh my gosh, hey are you alright?" Dipper asked rushing up to him, Waddles close behind.

The man grunted in pain and tried to push himself up. "I think so, but... could you help me up please?" He asked.

Dipper nodded. "Yeah sure no problem." Dipper didn't notice the van driving down the road towards them. And even if he had, he probably would have just assumed it was another car that was going to pass him like the dozens of others that had before.

The man placed his hand on Dipper's shoulder as if trying to steady himself, but kept a close eye on the van. Just as the van came to an abrupt stop the man's grip tightened his grip on Dipper's shoulder and pushed him down. Before Dipper could even react the man pressed a rag to his face, knocking him out almost instantly. Waddles let out a loud squeal and charged at the man before being kicked sharply in the side, knocking him to the ground. The man walked up to Waddles and looked down at him. "I suggest if you want to see the kid again, you take this to your little friends." He dropped a folded up paper note by the small pig before turning away. He picked up Dipper and placed him in the back of the van.

Waddles grunted and stood up looking at the van as it sped away before looking down at the note. He stared at it for a few seconds, the realization of what that note probably said began to sink in. Waddles picked up the note and ran to the museum.

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Robbie was sitting at the cash register when he heard something pushing and scratching at the door. "Alright I'm coming." He said as he got up and opened the door before Waddles ran inside. "Waddles?" Robbie looked outside then looked back at the pig. 'Where's Dipper?' He thought to himself.

Ford was in the middle of taking a group of people on a tore though the museum. "I found these set of foot prints along the mountain path, they led up to a cave and-" Ford was cut off when Waddles ran though the group, squealing as he jumped up on him. He looked down at him. "Waddles, what's gotten into you?" He looked back at the people. "I'm sorry about this folks, he's usually not-" Ford saw the note and grabbed it he went quiet.

'Dear Pines Family,

By the time you've read this note Dipper has been... found. I don't want to hurt him, I don't Need to hurt him. I know you have the Rift, bring it to me and no harm will come to the boy. You know where to find me, we'll be waiting.

-From your friend, Fiddleford Mcgucket'

At the bottom of the note there was a crude drawing of the Crescent Eye's logo.

Ford went quiet for a minute, staring at the note. "...I need, everyone to leave." His voice was low and raspy.

Everyone looked around in confusion.

"I'll be happy to give you all full refunds. No arguments, but I need, you all, to Leave." He said a bit more sternly.

All the people started to disburse and just like that the store was empty say for a very confused staff. Ford flipped the store sign over to the 'closed' side before turning to them. His face was pale.

"Mister Pines..." Soos started. "What's going on?" He asked.

Ford looked down down and rubbed the back his neck, looking back at the note. "We... have a problem."

"Where is Dipper?" Mabel asked walking into the room with Waddles by her side.

Ford almost felt sick, how do you explain something like this without worrying everyone and freaking them out? You don't. "Fiddleford... he knows about the Rift. He- he's using Dipper as leverage."

"He Did What?!" Stan's voice carried a crossed the room as he walked over over to them.

Mabel looked pale. "What... what are we going to do?" She asked, her voice was weak.

"We are getting him back." Ford said quickly. "We are NOT giving Mcgucket the Rift. But we Are, Getting, Him, Back. Come on, down to the lab." He looked outside once more before heading down to the lab with the others.

"Alright Ford, what are we going to do?" Stan asked.

Ford unlocked the safe in the back of the lab. "You and I are going to their hide out, Catch." He tossed Stan a blaster.

Stan caught it and grinned. "Alright now That's what I'm talking about."

"What about us? Are we not coming?" Robbie asked.

Ford glanced at him and Soos. "You two are doing something infinitely more important." He picked up the Rift and placed it in a backpack. "It's entirely possible that Fiddleford knows we're not going to bring the Rift. He might send someone here. We can't risk that." He handed the backpack to Robbie. "Get away from the museum, do not talk to Anyone. You don't come back until I call you, understand?" He asked.

Robbie nodded. "Yeah, got it. You ready Soos?"

"Yeah, lets go dude." Soos said.

"What about me?" Mabel's voice cut in.

Ford looked up at her and stared for a second, not an intense stare, but a contemplative one. He contemplated what Mabel would probably do if she came with him and Stan. And then he contemplated what she would most likely do if he made her go with Robbie and Soos. Ultimately he decided it was best to keep Mabel with him, at least then he could keep track of her and keep her from doing something... reckless. He walked up to her and crouched down, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Alright Mabel, you can come with us. But you have to promise STAY, with us. No running ahead or anything. Not matter what you see, and no matter what you hear, understand?"

Mabel gave alittle nod. "I understand."

Stan walked up to them. "Alright we got that all sorted out. Now lets go get your brother." He said brandishing the blaster.

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snap snap. A faint sound was the first thing to, slowly, pull Dipper back into conceness. Followed by a voice. "Hey, wake up... snap snap. You don't have to do anything, just, wake, up." There was a bright light shined right in his eyes causing him to wince and look away. "Wake Up. CLAP!" The sudden loud noise caused Dipper to jump and look up, it took him a second to register who the man in front him was. But only a second. Fiddleford smirked slightly and turned the flashlight in his hand off before stepping back. "There we go. How are you feeling boy? Still alittle groggy?" He asked.

Dipper would of rubbed his eye but but he quickly became aware that his hands were tied behind his back. He scanned the room as much as he could, though it didn't seem he was in a room at all but some hallway. There was two branching paths to the left and right of him and one that outstretched in front of him. He tried to remember how he got here then remembered what had last happened. "How... what... wh-Where's Waddles?!" There were many questions going though his mind, but that was the first to come out.

Fiddleford walked away and stat down in a chair a crossed from him. "What, the Susile? Don't worry, I can assure you he hasn't been hurt."

Dipper looked confused. "Susile?"

Fiddleford looked at him. "You don't know what he is? Huh, so I guess even old Stanford can't tell the difference between a Susile and a normal pig." He sat back in his chair and looked up. "I wonder if it was the same one that was summoned all those years ago. It's entirely possible, they're sturdy little creatures, and very clever at that. Maybe it even-"

"What The Heck Am I Doing Here?!" Dipper snapped. He didn't like how casual this felt. This Shouldn't be casual at all! He Was Tied Down To A Chair For Crying Out Loud!

Fiddleford looked at him again. "No need to yell boy, it's not going to do you any good anyway." There was an unreadable expression on his face, but his voice had just the fainest tone of annoyance in it.

Dipper pulled at the bindings, no use. "Don't Say What's Good For Me! Why Did You Bring Me Here?! What's Going On?!" He yelled.

Fiddleford slammed his hand on the arm of the chair. "Think For A Second Boy." His expression hardened, was he angry? Perhaps just more annoyed, Dipper still couldn't tell. "You were knocked out and thrown into a van, and now tied down to a chair. You know what's going on between me and your great uncle. Why do you think you are here?" His voice was low and raspy. With in a matter of seconds Dipper's face went pale, he understood the situation he was in and it made him feel sick. Fiddleford chuckled and smirked. "See, your not so dumb. Now lets just sit, and wait."

Dipper was shaking, he took a few breaths and tried to get a hold of himself. 'Okay okay... Deep breaths... eveything gonna be find. The others will find me...' He thought to himself. Dipper looked down and tried to focus but in doing so saw something that only worried him more. That odd blaster looking device that Fiddleford had last time sat next to the chair. What was it? And more concerning, what was he planning on Doing with it?

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It was snowing hard outside, it was difficult to see more than a few feet in front of them. Ford had decided to walk around lake rather than a crossed it. He didn't want anyone slipping and getting hurt, besides the hideout was along the edge of the lake anyway. Ford glanced back at Mabel on occasions. She was very quiet, he wasn't use to that. 'Mabel doesn't talk much, she'd very shy.' He had heard that plenty of times from her parents, but he never really saw it much. He had a idea why that was though, he had never seen Mabel without Dipper. Ford continued to trudge forward and looked down. 'I swear if Fiddleford hurts One hair on his head, I'll beat him to a pulp.'

"Hey! Is This It Over Here?" Stan called. Even in the heavy snow the cave entrance that led to the hideout was much easier too see. Mostly do to what Slab did last time, then entrance was much bigger and surrounded by rocks.

Ford nodded and walked up to him. "That would be it."

Stan walked in further taking the pointer position. He rounded a corner before gesturing for them to follow him. "There's no sign of anyone down here." He said before walking down the hall.

'That worries me more than anything.' Ford thought to himself, he glanced at Mabel again. Her gaze was just slightly down, her expression blank. He almost Wished she looked worried or scared. At least then he would know how she felt. Ford shook his head and looked forward again, he needed to focus.

After some time of traversing the halls they found him. Fiddleford grinned from the other side of the hall and stood up. "Welcome! What Took You All So Long?" He said with a chuckle.

Stan gritted his teeth and stepped forward much quicker. "You Think This Is Funny You Sicko?! We'll See If Your Still Laughing When I BLAST You Head Off!" He yelled before pointing the blaster at him.

Fiddleford just smirked. "Are you sure you wanna do that?" He said before raising his blaster and pressing it against Dipper's temple, getting Stan to stop in his tracks.

Dipper looked white as a sheet with a stiffened expression of utter fear. Mabel had never seen him that scared, and something about that snapped Mabel out of her trans. "Let My Brother Go!" She snapped.

Fiddleford looked surprised to see her at first but then smirked again. "So you brought her." 'Perfect.' He looked to Ford. "Tell me something Stanford, did you bring the Rift?" He asked down.

Ford glared and stepped towards him. "No, I didn't. And I know you aren't going to actually hurt him Mcgucket . You Wouldn't Risk It!" He yelled.

Fiddleford just chuckled and looked at him. "You know me well Ford." With that he pulled the trigger a bright light bolted from the blaster accompanied by an electrical shock sound.

"Dipper!"

Before any of them could do anything an odd thick gas poured out of the vents. It didn't necessarily knock everyone, but it was very disorienting. Ford coughed and stumbled back, he heard the sound of two large metal doors slamming closed. That worried him.

The gas filtered out after a few seconds and Ford's fears were... somewhat confirmed. The two branching paths to the sides of the hall were closed off with large metal sliding doors. And while Fiddleford was gone, to his surprise, Dipper was still there.

"Is he alright?" Mabel asked rushing up to her brother.

Stan was already by him. "He's passed out. But he's breathing, and his pulse seems fine." He said.

"What about where he was hit?" Ford called out as he walked down the hall.

Stan was quiet for a second. "If I didn't know any better... I'd say he wasn't hit at all."

"What?" Ford said in disbelief. But upon further inspection he saw that Stan was right. Other than a few singed hairs, there wasn't even the faintest sign of scarring or injuries. He had a feeling it did something Much worse though. He was about to say something but glanced at Mabel first. He didn't want to worry her more. Ford gave a laugh. "Looks like Fiddleford's blaster malfunctioned. Come on, lets get him out of here." He hoped Mabel didn't see past his ruse.

Stan untied the bindings on Dipper's hands and picked him up. The group started to make their way out of the bunker and Ford couldn't help but notice there wasn't anyone trying to stop them. 'He wants us to escape.' That thought sent a chill down his spine.

They got a crossed the frozen lake and back to the car. Stan placed Dipper in the back seat before getting in the driving seat. "Alright, lets get back home." He said as he stared up the car.

"Right lets go." Ford said getting into passenger side. He glanced back at Mabel in the back seat, she was still quiet but she at least seemed alittle more aware of everything. Stan started driving back to the museum as Ford took out his phone to call Robbie. "...Robbie? ...You two can head back now. ...Yeah we got him. ...He- he'll be alright. ...Look just head back, I'll tell you all about it later. ...Alright bye."

Stan pulled up to the Mystery Museum and parked the car. Dipper was still passed out so he carried him inside.

Inside the museum Waddles was waiting patiently when he saw them come back. Waddles squealed and ran up to them.

Ford patted his head. "Calm down little guy. We got him." He said as he went to go sit down at the table as Stan laid Dipper on the couch in the living room.

A few minuts went by before Mabel went over to talk to Ford. "Do you think Dipper's going to wake up soon?" Mabel asked.

Ford looked up and turned to her. "I'm sure he will Mabel, don't worry." He said with a faint smile

Suddenly there was a sound from the couch, Dipper sat up and rubbed his head. "Ugg, w-where am I?" He looked around.

"Dipper!" Mabel rushed to his side and hugged him tightly. "Thank goodness, you had me worried sick Bro!" She looked back at him. "Are you alright?" She asked.

Dipper looked back at her then glanced around the room. "Uhh yeah, I think so but..." He felt unnerved. "Umm, where... who, am... I?" His voice wad soft.

Mabel looked confused. "Dipper?"

Ford winced and rubbed his head. 'That's what I worried about.' He walked over to them. "Do you remember anything?" He asked. Dipper just shook his head. Ford sighed. "Alright then, first things first. Your name, is Dipper Pines. I'm your Great Uncle Stanford, this is your Great Uncle Stanley." He said gesturing to Stan. "And this, is your sister, Mabel." He said placing a hand on Mabel's shoulder.

Dipper looked from the three of them then back at Ford. He gave a small nod. "Okay... how did I lose my memory?" He asked.

"You hit your head." Ford said quickly. He was pretty sure Dipper wouldn't believe that a strange blaster wielded by a crazy old man in a cult wiped his memory. Ford glanced from Mabel and Dipper then smiled. "Hey tell you what, we'll figure out what to do about soon." He walked away and took out an old photo album from a cupboard. "But for the time being, Mabel, why don't you educate your brother?" He said handing Mabel the album.

Mabel smiled finely and nodded. "Okay." She said taking the album.

Ford watched them for a second before walking the kitchen and gesturing for Stan to follow him. Once he and Stan got to the kitchen Ford leaned against the counter and rubbed his head, letting out a deep sigh. "Ohhh what am I going to do?"

Stan looked at him for a second. "Ford, what's going on here?" He asked.

Ford looked at him. "I don't know, but it can't be good. There wasn't any injury that would result in Dipper losing his memory so I get the feeling that his blaster... was suppose to do that." His voice shook slightly.

Stan looked down for a second and took a few deep breaths. "So... are we gonna be able to fix this?"

Ford didn't answer but paced back and forth and rubbed his head. "How am I gonna explain this to their parents? 'Oh, your son lost his memory but there isn't any signs of a head injury what so ever.' Ahh! They're gonna think one of my experiments went wrong and they're gonna think it was My fault And Then They're Never Gonna Trust Me Again And Then-"

"Ford." The voice pulled Ford out rant, getting him to look up. It was Robbie and Soos. Robbie placed the backpack on the counter and walked up to them. "Alright what happened?" He asked.

Ford sighed and rubbed his head, Stan answered for him. "Dipper lost his memory. He doesn't remembered anything."

"What?!" Soos said.

Robbie looked worried. "How did that happen? Is he hurt?"

"I don't think he's hurt, but that's what worries us. See, Fiddleford used this blaster looking thing. We're thinking it was made to do that."

"Is he gonna get his memory back? What Are We Gonna Do?" Soos aked.

"We're gonna Start by keeping our voices down." Ford said gesturing to the living room where the twins still sat. "Look, I'm going to do some research. I'll probably be in the lab all day tomorrow 'and tonight'. But for the time being, just asked like everything's alright. I don't want them worrying about it." He said quietly. They looked at each other and nodded. "Robbie, you can go home. You probably don't have to come in tomorrow, I think I'm going to be... busy tomorrow."

Robbie nodded. "Alright boss, take it easy."

Ford sighed. 'Not likely.' He looked from Stan to Soos. "I'm gonna try to get the kids to bed."

Back in the living room the twins were in the middle of talking about something. Dipper pressed his hand to his forehead. "So I gave myself a nick name, based on my birth mark?" He asked.

Mabel nodded. "Yeah, you've gone by it ever since you were like... five. Pretty much everyone calls you by it."

Dipper gave a faint chuckle. "Uhh, okay. Kinda weird." He said quietly.

Mabel rubbed her arm. "Yeah well, that's kind of how you are." She said.

Mabel had explained alot of things to him including that. How he acted, a few stories about stuff they did and a bunch of stuff about the family. And Dipper believed her, she was his sister after all.

But that didn't change the fact that he didn't remember Any of it.

Ford walked over to them and smiled faintly. "Hey kids, I think it's time for you to get to bed. It's getting late."

Dipper got up. "Alright, uhh... where do we sleep?" He asked.

"We have a room set up in the addict." Mabel said walking up to him.

"Oh, alright." Dipper said.

Ford pointed to the steps. "Yeah, right up the steps over there. You kids go get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright, good night... Uncle Stanford." Dipper said as he walked up the steps.

"Good night Grunkle Ford." Mabel said following him.

Ford sighed and walked over to the lab door. "Good night kids."

Upstairs Dipper was looking though his suitcase, just to be sure he knew what he had with him before closing it and sitting on the bed. He glanced at Mabel a crossed the room and rubbed his head. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what.

Mabel glanced at him and got into bed. "Alright, good night Bro."

"Good night Mabel." Dipper said.

Dipper was able to fall asleep almost instantly, but Mabel was having trouble. Her mind was racing from one thought to another, keeping her from falling asleep. 'Something is wrong. I think Ford is lying. I don't think that blaster malfunctioned. Just calm down already, he lost his memory. Lots of people do. But not like that. What if he doesn't get his memory back? What are we suppose to do when we get back? Quit thinking that, he'll be fine. The blaster malfunctioned.' But then something clicked with Mabel. That blaster, it wasn't the first time she had seen it. Fiddleford had it the last time they encounter him. And then she remembered what he had said at the time. 'It doesn't matter if I tell you. Cause you won't remember in a minute.'

Mabel's mind went blank for a second before rambling on again. 'It was suppose to do that. It didn't malfunctioned. He wanted this to happen.'

'...Dipper isn't going to get better on his own.'

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AHHHH! Why Did I Write That?! I have trouble Reading that type of stuff why did I Write it? At least when I read it I can skip over things but in this situation I have to write out Every Word. And if I want it to be Good, I have to be Descriptive!

I know, why. Because next chapter has to happen somehow. But in spite of everything, I do really like this. This is the first time one of my chapters didn't wrap up all nice and happy. Also I swear I'm not just doing this doing this to manipulate your emotions so you're invested in my story. It has a purpose, and you'll figure it out Next Time, on Gravity Rises! Bye Bye!

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