Gravity Falls Crossover Steven Universe Novels & Stories

And that was the last thing he remembered was Adrian walking towards him. Groaning Steven woke up and found himself in a closet. He was bewildered, he was only the brains of the gang he wasn’t trained much in fighting or anything. He checked for his phone but they were empty. Hastily he opened the door to get out but he was not prepared for this at all. He found himself in a scary haunted house. He could hear yelling from a distance. Light footsteps approaching his way. He walked further feeling eerily scared of his surroundings and turned around to find a way out to escape.

The divine realm powers that he had once taken immense pride in had been utterly obliterated. "P-Please don't kill me!" Steven cried. Sensing the terrifying aura of the massive black sword, he began to tremble uncontrollably. His arrogance had vanished from his face and was now replaced by pure terror. "How can I spare you when you were coveting my girlfriend?" Ashton roared. As his words fell, his gaze sharpened, and he brought the black sword down toward Steven's brow. The sword gleamed with an eerie light as it fell. Subsequently, it cut through Steven's final defense with ease before splitting him cleanly in two.

The fist connected but passed right through Xasha's body but before Wanton have time to be shocked, he felt a sharp pain across his back and a force hit his body that sent him crashing from the sky. All the rubble on the ground rose with Wanton, millions of rocks big and small rose into the air and rotated around Wanton, protecting him from the air currents. It seemed like asteroids orbiting around a planet as the number of rocks in orbit grew with every passing moment. The ground was breaking apart and the loose rocks took to the skies, clashing against the air currents.

The assistant paused and did not answer the question. "Don't you dare tell Kate or her family about this. I'll make sure you regret it if you do!" Steven hung up the phone and walked to the main hall of the airport. Lately, Steven felt like he was unhinged, having suffered severe headaches over time as if his head was about to be blown off. During his sleep, he would have some outrageous dreams. Sometimes, he dreamed of being a gang leader, ordering his subordinates as he smoked. Sometimes, he was a patient who laid in bed as he waited for someone to take away his heart.

He doesn’t want her dead but in so much pain that she will wish she was dead. Steven sat on the floor resting his head on his bed when three men in black clothes and masks barged into his room. He was stunned and couldn’t talk because of the gun pointing at him. One of them walked toward him knocking him unconscious. Steven was driving towards the apartment when he saw two black Range Rover drive out, he wanted to chase them but he got stuck after seeing the special plate number only the security of Alex McCollum owns. “A-MCADT-100452” he whispered as he got stuck on his wheel not knowing the step to take……

“We’re leaving.” I stumbled forward again, vision tunneling, the cool night air just a breath away. River’s weight dragged me down, Steven’s tiny body pressed tight to my chest, but I refused to let go. Finally the exit burst open around us. Cold air slammed into my face, burning my lungs in a different way. The night sky above looked like salvation. I stumbled out into the open, collapsing onto the dirt just beyond the threshold. My knees buckled, my body shaking violently. I lowered Steven carefully onto the ground, then cradled River, brushing hair from her ash-streaked face.

"Steve! You know damn well that jerk didn't fall down any stairs. He fell into your disfavor when he struck me. The guy was as strong as an ox and look what happened to him. Please don't make a habit of it, but thanks for worrying about me, and for getting him away from me. I doubt he'll be coming back around anytime soon. You're an amazing young man. I hope you don't get into any trouble over this. You make me wish I was eight years younger and as pretty as Gwen. Thanks!" "Ms. Summers, The guy's telling people that he fell down the stairs. How would that affect me? He could have had too much to drink and fallen down the stairs like he said happened. Don't worry about me. And," added Steve.

The next instant, Jasmine realized the gravity of the situation. "Oh no! He's on Steven's platform!" Seeing Frederick step onto the platform, Steven sneered mockingly. "Who's this skinny kid? Never seen you before. You dare challenge me? But hey, I'll give you credit for guts! I'll leave your corpse intact as a sign of respect!" With that, he charged straight at Frederick without hesitation. "No! Stop!" Jasmine couldn't help but scream. The next moment, a thunderous sound echoed through the place as Steven's body flew through the air in a perfect arc. Then, he crashed heavily onto the ground.

Behind me, Xavier gently and discretely pulls my arm back, his hand reaching for the knife. Before Steve has time to understand what's happening, Xavier grabs the knife, and throws it with complete precision and accuracy into his skull. I see his body slowly react to what has just happened. His knees bow down to the ground, where his body falls down in a dead drop shortly after. Steve is lying on his back, with the knife sticking out the front. A pool of blood forming at his side. Stunned, my mouth falls open. I turn to Xavier impressed with what he's just done, only to see him collapse to the ground. I quickly reach for him, and help him to stand up.