Huh? Where am I?, he thought. How did I get here?, he could tell he was in a forest surrounded by about a million pine trees. He reached up and touched his head. He felt his hair running through his fingers.

His hair.

He couldn't remember what his hair looked like or what color it was. In fact, he couldn't remember much of anything. He knew what a forest was and how to walk but, he couldn't seem to remember anything about himself. He only knew his skin tone and what he was wearing because he had looked down. He had a slightly tan skin tone and he was wearing light blue jeans and a soft yellow sweater with a button down white shirt underneath. The sweater had a rather large eye on it right in the center. It didn't like much like a normal eye. It was more of an oval shape and the pupil wasn't a normal one (with an iris) but, this one was simply a slit, a straight line. Almost as if someone had cut the eye hoping for this result.

Suddenly, there was a noise that sounded like someone snapping a twig. The idea of someone else being in the forest with him frightened him. Meeting the person, terrified him even more. So, he hid. Jumping up as fast as he could, he dashed over to a tree hiding behind it.

"Are you sure? I don't see anything," the voice sounded like a girl around the age of 12 or 13.

"Yes, I'm positive. I saw it run in this direction," this time the voice sounded like a boy around the same age.

It sounded as if the boy and the girl were looking for something and the boy believed it had ran in this direction. But, it hadn't. Otherwise he would have saw the creature and would have most likely ran.

Why won't they just leave?, he was having trouble keeping still and couldn't hold his breathe any longer. But, the boy seemed hell bent on finding what he was looking for. Something about needing to write it in his journal. I'll give anything if they just leave, he thought.

Suddenly, as if out of no where there was a cough. He knew it didn't come in the direction of the children. It took him a minute to realize it was him. He had made a noise and now the boy and girl knew someone was there. Please don't let him find me. Please don't let them find me, he chanted even though he knew that he wasn't at all well hidden and had no where to run.

"Did you hear that, Mabel?," the boy asked.

"Yeah. What do you think it was? It sounded human to me."

"Do you think someone else is here?"

"I dunno, Dipper. You should go look." Mabel said pushing the boy forward.

Dipper seemed afraid when he slowly started to approach the tree. This was it, he was caught.