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It was just another normal evening for Wendy Corduroy. Well, as normal as it could get in the supernatural epicenter of Gravity Falls.
She had just finished up her shift at the Mystery Shack and was headed home when she was ambushed by a creature that looked like a combination of a hawk and an octopus. Using her martial arts and resourcefulness, Wendy managed to fend off the hawktopus and sent it fleeing back into the woods. But as she was straightening her hat and hair, Wendy soon found herself caught off-guard yet again. This time, by a pair of creepy men in red robes. Wendy tried to fight off her attackers, but they managed to gang up on her and wrap her in a human-sized burlap sack, which bore the same weird eye-shaped symbol that was painted on their garb. One of the robed assailants then gagged Wendy's lips with thick adhesive tape as they tied her up in long ropes, causing the sack to hug her body tightly. Wendy shouted protests behind her gag as her captors lifted her off the ground and hoisted her into the back of a rusty van, which was the last thing she saw before a smaller sack was placed over her head.

A few minutes later, the sack was pulled from Wendy's head. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the broad light that shone from above her. As her sight cleared up, she quickly found herself surrounded by a group of the men who kidnapped her. She struggled to escape, but found that she was still wrapped up tight while also tied to a stone pillar. The robed strangers began chanting as Wendy steeled her nerves. She was a Corduroy: she showed no fear.
The cultists soon parted ways as a taller man with pointier robes stepped forward. He then lifted off his hood, revealing a bald scalp covered in tattoos. Wendy had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the ugly sight. The bald man - who she assumed was the head honcho of this cult - reached forward and tore the tape off her mouth.
"Oww! Dude, that hurts!" Wendy objected.
"Fear not, Miss. For your anguish will soon be over," the cueball leader professed.
This time, Wendy did roll her eyes. "Oh, God, let me guess. This is the part where you sacrifice me to your evil idol or whatever with some stupid ritual, right?"
The bald man blinked. "What? No! We're here to help you unsee what you have seen."
Wendy raised a brow. "Okay, now you lost me."
"I am Blind Ivan. And we are the Society of the Blind Eye!" The bald man made a hand gesture which the rest of his cronies copied.
"...So, are you gonna, like, take away my eyes or something?" Wendy asked, growing more unimpressed with this whole ordeal.
Blind Ivan pinched the bridge of his nose. "No. We saw your encounter with that hideous hawktopus, and we're going to help take away the burden of that awful memory."
Wendy tilted her head. "But why would I wanna forget something like that?"
"Does the memory of nearly losing your life to that creature not eat away at you?" Blind Ivan retorted. "Are you not riddled with fear over the unknown terrors this town has to offer?"
Wendy scoffed. "Dude, that thing looked like something I'd polish off at a sushi bar. And besides, it actually looked pretty cool."
The Blind Eye cultists collectively gasped as they tugged down their hoods.
"Blasphemy!" Blind Ivan declared. "Your infatuation with these unholy occurrences goes against everything we stand for!"
Wendy shrugged in her bindings. "What's so wrong about all the creepy things here, anyways? I mean, yeah, some of 'em are pretty gross-looking. But it's not every day you get to see a giant robot running through the woods or watch a zombie army tear up your work."
The cultists gasped even louder, stepping back from Wendy as if she were infected with a plague.
Blind Ivan shook his head, sadly. "You disappoint me, child. You are not the first troubled soul who has been in denial of their desire to forget."
Wendy reeled back. "So, wait. You mean to tell me you people have been just...what, abducting random people who happened to see weird shit and convinced them to forget all about it?"
"Not 'convince'," Blind Ivan corrected. "We have the means of taking away the daunting memories that plague your psyche."
Now Wendy started to become concerned as she shifted anxiously in her restraints. "What do you mean, 'take away'?"
Blind Ivan snapped his fingers, and one of his minions rushed forward with a small chest that contained a gun-shaped device that looked like something out of a steampunk fantasy story. Blind Ivan took the device from the chest and marveled at it in his grasp.
"With just one little zap from this graceful tool, you won't be remembering your encounters with the outlandish sights and creatures of this town for long." the cult leader grinned. "Or our conversations, for that matter."
Wendy's eyes bulged. "To hell with that! You can't just-mmph!" One of the cultists resealed her lips with tape. "Fhhk yuhh!!"
"Eesh. Remind me to erase the memory of this girl's foul language," Blind Ivan said to one of his followers.
The hooded cultist rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll probably forget you asking me to."
Blind Ivan paused in thought. "Good point." He then aimed the Memory Gun straight at Wendy's face.
The redhead squeezed her eyes shut as she desperately clung to any memory she could think of. Blind Ivan then pulled the trigger of the memory-stealing device, but nothing happened. In seconds, the Memory Gun shorted out and the bulbs adorned on its surface went dim. Wendy carefully opened her eyes to see Blind Ivan awkwardly standing in front of her with a malfunctioning amnesia device. He tapped on it a few times and even waved it around in the air, but it still wouldn't work.
"You! Come over here and fix this!" Blind Ivan barked at the cultist who brought him the gun.
The hooded goon hurried over and examined the Memory Gun. "Hmm. I think it short-circuited again. It'll take a while to fix this thing up."
Wendy sent a mocking laugh at Blind Ivan through her taped lips, causing the bald cult leader to fume at her. He then composed himself as he smoothed out his robes.
"Very well. Bring it back to me as soon as you get it fixed," he ordered. "In the meantime, Miss. Why don't I put on some music to keep you occupied?"
Wendy's brows furrowed confusedly at Blind Ivan's smirk. He then pulled out a cassette player from his sleeve and switched it on, and Wendy's eyes were wide as saucers when she recognized the lyrics of the song.

Am I blanchin'?
Girl, we blanchin'
I live up in a mansion

Eat your own pants
Eat your own pants

"NNMMMMHHHH!!!!" Wendy thrashed in her bindings as the song continued to play nonstop. The pillar she was tied to kept her upright, forcing her to endure the horrible excuse for a rap song.
Blind Ivan grinned at Wendy's predicament. "Oh, yes. We often play this song on repeat for all the troubled souls who are the most defiant of our procedure. By the end, they're practically begging us to wipe away their bad memories! And you won't be any different."
Wendy didn't pay attention to any of his prattle as she desperately tried blocking out the bland lyrics and cheesy rhymes, screaming behind her gag all the while.
"You may as well enjoy the music while it lasts, girl. The last repairs made to the device took about an hour at most." Blind Ivan gave her a mock salute as he lifted his hood back over his face. "Unsee you later."
The Blind Eye cultists left Wendy alone in the room as she was forced to listen to Straight Blanchin' for the next hour. Her muffled cries for mercy went unanswered as she wriggled helplessly in a futile attempt to put a stop to her living nightmare.

"Am I blanchin', girl, we blanchin'! I live up in a mansion!" Soos cheerfully sang to the beat of the radio as he swept the floors of the Mystery Shack lobby.
Wendy's eye twitched as she tossed aside the t-shirts she was arranging on one of the racks. "Ugh! I can't get that terrible song out of my head!" she clutched her temples frustratedly.
"Oh, you mean Straight Blanchin' by Lil Bigg Dawggg?" Soos asked. "It's the catchiest song of the summer!"
"What is blanchin'?!" Wendy threw her arms up in exhaustion. "Rappers can't just make up words!"
As Soos droned on about how all rappers were visionaries and followed the song's instructions to eat his own pants, Wendy felt a throbbing sensation in the back of her head. She hated this stupid song, but there was something about the lyrics that felt...familiar to her. It was almost as if she was...forced to listen to it before...
She just couldn't quite put her finger on where or why...

Description
It was just another normal evening for Wendy Corduroy. Well, as normal as it could get in the supernatural epicenter of Gravity Falls.
She had just finished up her shift at the Mystery Shack and was headed home when she was ambushed by a creature that looked like a combination of a hawk and an octopus. Using her martial arts and resourcefulness, Wendy managed to fend off the hawktopus and sent it fleeing back into the woods. But as she was straightening her hat and hair, Wendy soon found herself caught off-guard yet again. This time, by a pair of creepy men in red robes. Wendy tried to fight off her attackers, but they managed to gang up on her and wrap her in a human-sized burlap sack, which bore the same weird eye-shaped symbol that was painted on their garb. One of the robed assailants then gagged Wendy's lips with thick adhesive tape as they tied her up in long ropes, causing the sack to hug her body tightly. Wendy shouted protests behind her gag as her captors lifted her off the ground and hoisted her into the back of a rusty van, which was the last thing she saw before a smaller sack was placed over her head.

A few minutes later, the sack was pulled from Wendy's head. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the broad light that shone from above her. As her sight cleared up, she quickly found herself surrounded by a group of the men who kidnapped her. She struggled to escape, but found that she was still wrapped up tight while also tied to a stone pillar. The robed strangers began chanting as Wendy steeled her nerves. She was a Corduroy: she showed no fear.
The cultists soon parted ways as a taller man with pointier robes stepped forward. He then lifted off his hood, revealing a bald scalp covered in tattoos. Wendy had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the ugly sight. The bald man - who she assumed was the head honcho of this cult - reached forward and tore the tape off her mouth.
"Oww! Dude, that hurts!" Wendy objected.
"Fear not, Miss. For your anguish will soon be over," the cueball leader professed.
This time, Wendy did roll her eyes. "Oh, God, let me guess. This is the part where you sacrifice me to your evil idol or whatever with some stupid ritual, right?"
The bald man blinked. "What? No! We're here to help you unsee what you have seen."
Wendy raised a brow. "Okay, now you lost me."
"I am Blind Ivan. And we are the Society of the Blind Eye!" The bald man made a hand gesture which the rest of his cronies copied.
"...So, are you gonna, like, take away my eyes or something?" Wendy asked, growing more unimpressed with this whole ordeal.
Blind Ivan pinched the bridge of his nose. "No. We saw your encounter with that hideous hawktopus, and we're going to help take away the burden of that awful memory."
Wendy tilted her head. "But why would I wanna forget something like that?"
"Does the memory of nearly losing your life to that creature not eat away at you?" Blind Ivan retorted. "Are you not riddled with fear over the unknown terrors this town has to offer?"
Wendy scoffed. "Dude, that thing looked like something I'd polish off at a sushi bar. And besides, it actually looked pretty cool."
The Blind Eye cultists collectively gasped as they tugged down their hoods.
"Blasphemy!" Blind Ivan declared. "Your infatuation with these unholy occurrences goes against everything we stand for!"
Wendy shrugged in her bindings. "What's so wrong about all the creepy things here, anyways? I mean, yeah, some of 'em are pretty gross-looking. But it's not every day you get to see a giant robot running through the woods or watch a zombie army tear up your work."
The cultists gasped even louder, stepping back from Wendy as if she were infected with a plague.
Blind Ivan shook his head, sadly. "You disappoint me, child. You are not the first troubled soul who has been in denial of their desire to forget."
Wendy reeled back. "So, wait. You mean to tell me you people have been just...what, abducting random people who happened to see weird shit and convinced them to forget all about it?"
"Not 'convince'," Blind Ivan corrected. "We have the means of taking away the daunting memories that plague your psyche."
Now Wendy started to become concerned as she shifted anxiously in her restraints. "What do you mean, 'take away'?"
Blind Ivan snapped his fingers, and one of his minions rushed forward with a small chest that contained a gun-shaped device that looked like something out of a steampunk fantasy story. Blind Ivan took the device from the chest and marveled at it in his grasp.
"With just one little zap from this graceful tool, you won't be remembering your encounters with the outlandish sights and creatures of this town for long." the cult leader grinned. "Or our conversations, for that matter."
Wendy's eyes bulged. "To hell with that! You can't just-mmph!" One of the cultists resealed her lips with tape. "Fhhk yuhh!!"
"Eesh. Remind me to erase the memory of this girl's foul language," Blind Ivan said to one of his followers.
The hooded cultist rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll probably forget you asking me to."
Blind Ivan paused in thought. "Good point." He then aimed the Memory Gun straight at Wendy's face.
The redhead squeezed her eyes shut as she desperately clung to any memory she could think of. Blind Ivan then pulled the trigger of the memory-stealing device, but nothing happened. In seconds, the Memory Gun shorted out and the bulbs adorned on its surface went dim. Wendy carefully opened her eyes to see Blind Ivan awkwardly standing in front of her with a malfunctioning amnesia device. He tapped on it a few times and even waved it around in the air, but it still wouldn't work.
"You! Come over here and fix this!" Blind Ivan barked at the cultist who brought him the gun.
The hooded goon hurried over and examined the Memory Gun. "Hmm. I think it short-circuited again. It'll take a while to fix this thing up."
Wendy sent a mocking laugh at Blind Ivan through her taped lips, causing the bald cult leader to fume at her. He then composed himself as he smoothed out his robes.
"Very well. Bring it back to me as soon as you get it fixed," he ordered. "In the meantime, Miss. Why don't I put on some music to keep you occupied?"
Wendy's brows furrowed confusedly at Blind Ivan's smirk. He then pulled out a cassette player from his sleeve and switched it on, and Wendy's eyes were wide as saucers when she recognized the lyrics of the song.

Am I blanchin'?
Girl, we blanchin'
I live up in a mansion

Eat your own pants
Eat your own pants

"NNMMMMHHHH!!!!" Wendy thrashed in her bindings as the song continued to play nonstop. The pillar she was tied to kept her upright, forcing her to endure the horrible excuse for a rap song.
Blind Ivan grinned at Wendy's predicament. "Oh, yes. We often play this song on repeat for all the troubled souls who are the most defiant of our procedure. By the end, they're practically begging us to wipe away their bad memories! And you won't be any different."
Wendy didn't pay attention to any of his prattle as she desperately tried blocking out the bland lyrics and cheesy rhymes, screaming behind her gag all the while.
"You may as well enjoy the music while it lasts, girl. The last repairs made to the device took about an hour at most." Blind Ivan gave her a mock salute as he lifted his hood back over his face. "Unsee you later."
The Blind Eye cultists left Wendy alone in the room as she was forced to listen to Straight Blanchin' for the next hour. Her muffled cries for mercy went unanswered as she wriggled helplessly in a futile attempt to put a stop to her living nightmare.

"Am I blanchin', girl, we blanchin'! I live up in a mansion!" Soos cheerfully sang to the beat of the radio as he swept the floors of the Mystery Shack lobby.
Wendy's eye twitched as she tossed aside the t-shirts she was arranging on one of the racks. "Ugh! I can't get that terrible song out of my head!" she clutched her temples frustratedly.
"Oh, you mean Straight Blanchin' by Lil Bigg Dawggg?" Soos asked. "It's the catchiest song of the summer!"
"What is blanchin'?!" Wendy threw her arms up in exhaustion. "Rappers can't just make up words!"
As Soos droned on about how all rappers were visionaries and followed the song's instructions to eat his own pants, Wendy felt a throbbing sensation in the back of her head. She hated this stupid song, but there was something about the lyrics that felt...familiar to her. It was almost as if she was...forced to listen to it before...
She just couldn't quite put her finger on where or why...