Bottomless Pit Gravity Falls の小説・ストーリー

His body could no longer withstand this power, and he plummeted to the ground. Boom! The solid ground was instantly shattered, creating a colossal and unfathomable abyss.

There’s going to be a bottom to this pit, and when it hits me, I don't expect it to be pillowy soft. ***

Nio’s story He was falling. His instincts kicked in and he desperately tried to grab the walls of the well. But there was nothing to grab. The interior of the well was smooth and flat. He closed his eyes and waited for the end. But the end did not come. He just kept falling and falling. He could not see anything and the well seemed to have no end. At first his body pounded against the walls, leaving him with more and more bruises, but after a while the well got wider. Even his fall began to slow. The air was much denser and unusually threatening.

This action caused the two to fall straight down into a five feet deep pit with smooth cemented walls, with just enough room for a normal adult to move two steps forwards in any direction. Yuri placed one hand onto the wall nearest to her only to find that the cemented walls seemed to be extremely smooth. So much so that it isn’t possible for Ren and her to climb out of the pit. And by the looks of things, this trap room was just built. “Kanzaki, you bastard!” Ren roared in fury as he tilted his head upwards to glare at Kanzaki’s smirking face above them where the surface was now fitted with a metal trapdoor with bars stretched across it.

​The floor plates didn't just warp; they disintegrated under the kinetic impact. ​The entire lower landing threshold of the hoist cage split wide open, exposing the deep, roaring geothermal siphon below. The syndicate's heavy kinetic shield-trucks violently tilted forward, their multi-axle frames tearing apart as they dropped straight through the structural breach into the liquid gold rock three thousand meters below. The shadow-guard soldiers shrieked as the high-voltage drainage lines ruptured simultaneously, sending forty thousand volts of raw grounding energy arcing through their cybernetic augmentations before the gravity took them.

"They run from bigger predators." < DEPTH: 36,000 FEET. IMPACT IMMINENT. > "We're hitting the floor!" I yelled, engaging the localized gravity-thrusters to slow our descent. The heavy tungsten Mantle-Pod shuddered as the Origin-Code repulsors fired, bleeding off our terminal velocity. The black water outside suddenly rushed past us, and with a heavy, sickening thud that shook the entire cabin, we touched down on the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

"If the older thing calls... I can make it quiet forever. I can make the floor stop moving." "No, Leo," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You’ve spent enough." The ground buckled. A new fissure tore open fifty yards away—not a crack in the ice, but a wound in the bedrock. A crimson-black mist coiled out, a gravitational pull that made the Mercy wolves fall to their knees, their lungs failing as the air turned to lead.

The world was not ending with a whimper, but with a scream of tearing metal and the roar of unleashed magic. The Drill Chamber of the Black Citadel was dissolving. The floor plates, thick slabs of reinforced Aether-steel, peeled back like burning paper, sucked into the swirling green vortex of the Frost-Vault below. The air pressure fluctuated wildly, popping ears and crushing lungs, as gravity itself seemed to forget which way was down. Tristan scrambled up the slanted grating of the walkway, his boots slipping on the frost that was rapidly forming over the heated metal.

She’s vulnerable without surrounding herself with all of these pawns. ‘I’m not asking permission,’ Nero doesn’t bother waiting for a response, charging at her, but just as we’re about to barrel into her, something slams into my side. Our paws squelch through guts and blood, struggling to gain traction. Weightlessness consumes me, causing bile to lurch in my throat. We’re falling. Nearly a hundred feet separates the top of the cliff from the basin of the ravine. ‘Nero!’ ‘We’re not fucking dying, you dumb asshole,’ he’s able to reach out, snagging on a rock before it breaks free. My ribs crack as we roll down another twenty-five feet, and a pained roar tears from Nero. The sound overpowers the

This pit should be used by gardeners for compost. The pit is about half a meter higher than Selena. Selena felt a pin prick-like pain in her ankle when she landed on the ground. She squatted at the bottom of the pit for a while before she finally recovered from the severe pain in her foot. When she looked up, my God, what, what kind of place is this? Selena hugged her feet and looked above her head with tears in her eyes. At this time, she was like a frog looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. She could only see a small patch of sky and some branches above her head.