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Date: August 11, 2012
Dimension: 46’\
Location: The Mystery Shack, Gravity Falls, OR
Weather: Sunny
Observations:
Thirty years. Thirty long, arduous years of adventures, misadventures, alternate realities, and attempting to flee the demon that has haunted me for over half of my life now. It’s all over. Ten days ago, I stepped through a portal and was reunited with my family. And some sort of hairless gopher man. (I don’t know how much I believe Stan’s claim that this “Soos” is actually human.)
But within the last couple days, I have grown concerned. Concerned with inconsistencies between this world and the one I remembered from thirty years ago. At first, I merely brushed these thoughts away, content to tell myself that after three decades, my memory would not be spot-on. However, the evidence has been piling up, and I can no longer ignore it.
- I have seen my journals again. I eagerly flipped through them at first, seeking out my favorite pages. The pages were not there, and there are some records of magical beings I have never heard of.
- Also in the journals, it stated that the shapeshifter became an uncontrollable creature of rage. That never happened. The shapeshifter, raised properly, became a productive member of society.
- The way Stanley told the tale, I was lost the day of an immense blizzard. The last day I recall spending time in my dimension was in June.
- My nephew Dipper explained how they determined that Fiddleford was my assistant. He claimed that the laptop they found had the label “McGucket Labs”. Fiddleford never opted for a serious name (which was something I had suggested). Rather, he defended his own choice of “Fiddleford Computermajigs” with every breath he had.
- The deed for the house (now called the Mystery Shack, like in many realities) has a different date on it.
- Stanley claimed that our brother, Shermie, was younger than us; an infant when we were in high school. Shermie is older than the both of us.
- When I was seeking assistance thirty years ago, I didn’t send Stanley a postcard. I called him, using the number my mother provided.
- The other day, I overheard a discussion on birthdays. Stan said that ours was June 15th. We were born three days later, on June 18th.
Conclusions:
This is not my reality.
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