Gravity Falls Fanfiction Dipper Dies Novels & Stories

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.

The millions of blue eyes began to violently imploding, raining thick, acidic black blood down upon the obsidian plain. The realm was dying. And it was taking us with it. The obsidian ground beneath my feet began to violently fracture, falling away into absolute nothingness. The gravity inverted, threatening to crush us into the collapsing singularity of the dying god. High above, Killian was in freefall. The solar fire of his aura flickered as the atmospheric pressure of the collapsing dimension tried to snuff him out. The God-Slayer blade, having served its impossible purpose, dissolved into harmless ash in his grip.

dies - I smile and he comes running towards me angrily. With him almost close to me I jump throwing my flip flops in his face and he turns his head a little disoriented, I throw myself on the ground giving a cart in one of his paws and he falls half face up. I turn around thrusting my hand into his chest and ripping his heart out. - You lost heart... I won by disqualification? - Nooo! - Someone screams and grabs my waist, knocking me to the ground roughly. This one is in human form.

[The Reflection of Blood] The world did not end with a bang, but with the roar of ancient water and the groan of shifting stone. As the floor of Ta Prohm collapsed, swallowing the moonlight and the jungle air, Panni felt the terrifying weight of gravity. She fell into the dark, the scalding sulfurous steam of the Angkor Vault rising to meet her.

Their home, was closer to the edge of Vermissa, unlike that of their family friend, Joseph and his daughter, Daria, so, it was not a big thing for them to reach the mountains, but to escape it was an obvious impossibility. As she fell to the ground in her dizziness, she could vaguely see Peter holding Steven, a long way off. Her position was dangerously close to the edge of a cliff. Being unable to keep her balance, she fell over the cliff, struck a rock, and landed back on the dreaded valley without a scream. From then on she never moved a muscle. She was dead!

She somehow manages to get him back to his feet and leads him away, probably back to her room, while we wait for Jaeger to show up. Julius finally runs out of steam and falls face first onto the floor. His skull cracks in a puff of dust, and he thankfully loses consciousness…or dies properly, I can’t tell which is which. There’s no heartbeat, there hasn’t been one since he died. “This is fucked,” I say. “I mean, this is really fucked up.” I turn to Griffin who is staring at the emaciated corpse with tears in his eyes. “I know it is. I see them almost every day. I can feel it. Right now, Deborah is calling to me. She’s so cold and afraid and alone.”

"This is where we throw down those sentenced with death penalties. It's about five hundred feet deep. Are you sure you're going down there? I've never heard anyone thrown there miraculously come up again. They were all extinct to death. I'm so sorry about your friend..." I step down on the protruding rocks to look closer. Just the sight of it will strip anyone's guts. Yet if Dandeline is down there, I can't form any reason to adjourn. But why would she let this happen to her in the first place? I want to fix whatever is wrong with her. I gulp automatically when I hop to the spiky hole and submit myself to gravity. "Hey—!" Cados can't believe it. "He really did jump..."

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.

' Juniper had a short time to breathe before—. The river ripped them forward—. Their level of difficulty was too high. The Abyss. For a split second—weightlessness. Then—the freefall. The wind carried away the scream of Juniper. She was left speechless as the air raced past her ears. The waterfall swallowed them whole. They fell, the turbulent waters swirling around them and gravity pulling in a spiral of obliteration. ". The last thing Juniper saw—. Was the darkness rushing towards them.? The ensuing conflict: They disappeared into the turbulent waters below.

The door suddenly slides open as I make my complaint, and I can’t help but yell out despite that the call is still on, “Fuck you! Fuck whoever you are! Fuck the hell outta you!” I feel Zeath’s touch on my upper arm. Then he squeezes softly, trying to reassure me. If only he knows how many leaps my heart has taken already, or how high it’s jumping as I watch his eyes slowly close. I toss my phone away and tap his jaw. “Wake up, Zeath!” He doesn’t respond. Instead, his hand on my arm loses its grip. And as it falls, I quickly catch it. Why is everyone I love falling like flies—dying miserably and suddenly?