Alex Hirsch Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

His breath faltered— Then he gasped. His fingers curled against the tablecloth, searching for something solid as the room tilted. The chandelier lights blurred, the edges of the room dimming like a vignette. He tried to call out, but the sound died in his throat. The mighty figure of Hughes—unshakeable, unmoveable—slumped sideways, fingers scraping wood once before his strength gave out. And the mansion fell silent.