Gravity Falls Bottomless Pit Novels & Stories

The night is still young, the stars are just starting to show themselves in a cloudless but cold evening, reminding the people who are out for a walk or for dining or just roaming around that in the morning, the rain came and washes away the dust accumulated by the pollution which is the product of human's uncaring for the environment. Even Cassandra noticed how beautiful the night stars are and asked Imman to look out of the window to see the scenery. She was surprised when the lawyer recounted the night when he was seven years old and saw the twinkling stars above his head. "It was a beautiful evening way back then, Cass! It was cold and cloudless but I have never forgotten that night - th

The tectonic floor of the trench violently stitched itself shut, burying the Hive-Mind's physical core under a mile-thick scab of solid, unbreakable volcanic glass. The evaporation engine died instantly. The massive, swirling walls of the ten-mile-wide ocean vortex collapsed inward. Millions of tons of deep-sea water violently crashed down upon the newly formed obsidian floor, filling the trench back up in a cataclysmic, deafening roar. But I wasn't crushed. The moment I injected the celestial gravity into the Hive-Mind, the localized anti-gravity field surrounded my body. As the ocean collapsed on top of me, I was already falling violently upward.

The descent from Floor 12 wasn't a journey; it was a **stampede**. The elevator shafts couldn't hold us. The "Administrative" laws of gravity couldn't contain us. Led by Fenris and the Silver Moon Pack, a thousand "Archived Assets" tore through the floorboards, falling like a multi-genre avalanche toward the base of the MegaNoel Spire. I fell through the dark, my violet Luna-shimmer illuminating the faces of the rebels around me. I saw the rusted knight clinging to a support beam; I saw a cybernetic assassin from a "Cancelled" 2099 thriller diving through the static.

Stepped into the trap. Now I just had to survive it. The elevator descended, carrying me back to ground level. Back to reality. Except reality had just shifted into something I didn’t recognize. And there was no going back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 The fall was not a clean drop; it was a chaotic, bone-jarring descent through a forest of splintering glass and severed data cables. As the inner sanctum of the Spire disintegrated, Maya felt the stomach-flipping lurch of zero gravity, followed immediately by the crushing weight of the Spire’s erratic artificial atmosphere. The air was thick with the smell of ozone, burnt silicon, and the metallic tang of the English Channel’s spray, which was being sucked upward into the vortex created by the Spire’s collapse.

With such a large number of people, the trenches should be blocked soon. Even if Samuel dug out something from the bottom of the trench, it should... be blocked. "That's right. How did the seemingly low-level trench become a bottomless pit all of a sudden?" The group of people were dumbfounded, especially those who were standing at a high place. They could almost see the situation inside the trench. "After everyone falls into it, they will be affected by inertia and gravity and keep falling toward the opening. But I don't understand. The opening looks less than one meter wide. In this case, so many people should have stuffed the opening long ago."

The thirty years that he had not aged were catching up to him fast. June cried "Dad!" She tried to open the glass door. Benson looked at her one time. He did not use the mind-link. He moved his lips to say one word. He said "Run." The floor of the basement suddenly dropped down. The Investors were not going to let the harvester go. They made a gravity well. The whole hospital was being pulled into the earth. It was falling into a hole where the center of the earth was melting. June grabbed her mothers hand. They jumped for the service tunnel just as the basement fell apart.

Or maybe his fears were different. We walked on. The second trap was a pit. Neal stepped on a patch of ground that looked solid. It was not. The earth gave way beneath him. He fell, his arms flailing. I grabbed his wrist. Noah grabbed mine. We pulled him back just as a dark, hungry void opened below. It was not a hole in the ground. It was a hole in reality. A spiritual void. If he had fallen in, he would not have died. He would have simply... ceased. Unmade.

There is no visible bottom. “A pit,” Jax finished weakly. “It’s a pit.” The alley on either side of the pit was smooth—no handholds, no obvious workarounds. The gap stretched from wall to wall, maybe eight feet across. Jumpable, if you didn’t misjudge or slip. Above us, a camera drifted closer, eager. For one obscene second, a floating graphic popped into the corner of my vision from some overhead screen we couldn’t see: CLOSE CALL BONUS: PENDING…

"We’re falling." ​The Leap of Faith ​Leo didn't wait for a protest. He stepped off the edge of the gantry. ​For a second, there was only the terrifying, silent weightlessness of a 100-story drop. The wind tore the breath from their lungs, the Spire blurring into a streak of white and gold as they plummeted toward the orange glow of the Gutter. ​Then, Leo slammed his free hand outward. ​He didn't create a shield. He created a Gravity-Well.