Gravity Falls Ending Credits Novels & Stories

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

Ronan's POV The ground disappeared beneath us without warning. One second I was standing on solid stone, the next I was falling into nothing but violet light and screaming wind. My tactical instincts kicked in before my brain could even process what was happening. I fired my grappling cables into the bedrock above us, the sharp metal teeth biting deep into the crumbling stone as the three of us dangled over a bottomless cosmic void that stretched down into infinity. "The ground's gone!" Vane yelled over the deafening roar of collapsing dimensions, his fingers digging into the crumbling stone edge as he fought to keep himself anchored. His silver eyes were wild, his usual composed demeanor co

The silver scar on his chest disappeared. The End appeared at the entrance. It looked at Cassian. You have chosen. Cassian stepped forward. I choose life. The End smiled. Then live. The darkness disappeared. Cassian fell into my arms. I held him tightly. Our daughter ran toward us. Papa! He lifted her. I'm staying. She hugged him. Good. I laughed through my tears. The Beginning watched us. Then it turned toward the horizon. But there is still one final problem.

“This is the end George” *****

That was more than enough. The End

As they tumbled through the void the black text on Elara's wrist began to form a new sentence. The letters burned into her skin with a finality: THE END OF ELARA VANCE. Beneath it, a tiny fractured line of gold ink, a remnant of the pen she had given him, struggled to form a single punctuation mark at the very edge of her palm. A question mark. Through the roaring wind of the freefall, Julian's grip on her hand never loosened. "Hold on!" he shouted. His voice faded into the rising static. "I see the lights! The real ones!"

"We need a way to land!" I saw the "Story" trying to force us into a tragic finale. The momentum of the fall was a narrative choice made by the ghosts of the past. I swung the pen again, the ink glowing like a second sun. "THE ENDING IS NOT WRITTEN UNTIL THE CHARACTER SIGNS."

Anya's POV The world didn’t just end again, it tilted. It wasn't some poetic metaphor for my life falling apart. It was actual, screeching physics. The metal floor of the relay station—the same floor I’d been standing on while I tried to play God with a radio frequency—groaned like a dying whale. Then, it leaned thirty degrees to the left. For a heartbeat, my stomach stayed at the top of the tower while my boots began a desperate, screeching slide toward the edge of the platform. Below us, the quarry looked like a hungry black mouth, yawning wide, waiting for the punchline of a very long, very expensive, very bad joke.

The ground tilts and the last thing I see before the world fades in my eyes, is that impossible storm of color watching me fall. Then nothing.

“Do you think you’ll be able to cling to my back, Bell? Be honest. If you don’t feel up to it, I will find another way to get you down, but Saint and Slade are waiting at the bottom in case anything happens.” I didn’t particularly relish the idea of freefalling through the air, so I made sure I was positive in my capabilities before I answered, ensuring him I would be fine to ride piggyback style down. My injuries weren’t easily suppressed, but I was able to shove aside the ache for a little longer as Silas stooped down to let me scramble up on his back. Awkwardly, I fumbled in the darkness, practically groping him as I felt for where he was at in front of me.