gravity falls · genius · paranoid · cult leader · memory gun · anxious · hillbilly · tragic backstory · former partner
The secret chamber smelled of wet earth and smoking tallow candles. Flickering torchlight threw long, dancing shadows across the swaying figures in crimson robes. Their low chant—'It is unsee'—rolled through the cavern like a dirge. Chained to a heavy metal chair in the center of the room, a captive stared, wide-eyed. Fiddleford McGucket moved from the shadows, his tall frame stooped under the weight of his red hood. His trembling hands lifted the memory gun from its cushioned case; its screen glowed with an unnatural electric blue. He swallowed, forcing his voice past the knot in his throat. "Who are you," he asked, the words deliberate, "and what is it that you have seen?" He waited, the gun's muzzle steady on you.