Gravity Falls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

- And I love you, Tomcat - an air kiss . A phone call pulls him out from under the warm jets of the shower. And then, as if in a bad dream… Clothes somehow stretched over a wet body, flashing steps, wet asphalt… Running. The fall. Ripped palms. Run again. Some kind of sudden onset deafness - all sounds seem to be through cotton wool ... And at the end of this distance - a shaggy red-haired body with a frozen posthumous grin, stretched out into a string in the dark scarlet moisture flowing and flowing from within, which is mercilessly crushed by frequent drops of cold spring rain ...

⸻ I groaned as I managed to climb through, pushing open the window. Another groan split from my lips as I fell to the ground. Crawling on the floor, I reached his bed. His stupid perfect face… I caressed his cheeks.

It might put me in serious trouble if it persists. The thought of what Rex could do to me if he sees me in this state starts flooding my mind, somehow it disgusts me, especially as I imagine his fat tummy on top of me. But the strong urge makes me for a minute think it wouldn't be a bad idea to go down with him. My breathing continued racing fast, like my lungs had just been released from a grip. I couldn't hold on any longer. My strength and legs have finally failed me. Slowly, I drop to the ground and fade off, unconsciously. *******************************************

The cats all stare at me, I tell them I’m sorry and then take a big step over the edge and let gravity pull my body further and further down. All I can see is blackness. For a few seconds, I feel wind against my face and my hair is blown back as I fall, and then it stops. Everything is still black, but I can’t tell if I’m still falling, or if I’m suspended in space, or if everything is nothing.

I could make out through my blurry focus that Scarlet was trying to drag herself towards me, telling me something but I couldn't hear her. I could hear the things falling, falling into pieces. I could feel my roof collapsing, and that's when I lifted my eyes above. The ceiling that was over our basement, crumbled and I watched it fall, Fall on us in slow motion. And I watched it fall, transfixed by it all. Because I knew that I couldn't do anything anymore. I welcomed the pain that came when the ceiling covered me beneath it, taking my breath away. ***********************************************************************************************

Every ounce of strength. She let go. Suddenly. My weight was already shifting backward from pulling so hard. My foot reached behind me, searching for solid ground. There was nothing. I’d forgotten where I was standing. Right at the edge of the stairs. My arms shot out, grasping desperately for the railing. My fingers brushed it but couldn’t hold on. I fell. My back slammed into the stairs. The air left my lungs. Then gravity took over. I was tumbling, my body hitting step after step. Each impact sent pain shooting through me.

Slowly, I shut my eyes and without a second thought, I fell backward and let gravity pull me down with great speed. To be continued…!

“Spare me the bullshit. You’ve done worse to the people beneath you!” For once in my life I was a villain. And maybe this was payback, this was my karma. But I still wanted to live. I could right my wrongs… Edna still stabbed my wrist and I gasped sharply. My wrist snapped, betraying me. Gravity’s force pulled me as I let go of the rail. It happened so quickly and right before everything faded into oblivion, I saw Edna lock lips with Brandon. My body felt like it had no stamina or weight of its own—which in all senses didn't. Falling past four more layers of building, my skull cracked when it finally kissed earth.

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.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

With careful precision, she shifted her body to try and bridge the gap between the bed and the wheelchair. But gravity was a cruel mistress, and her sense of balance betrayed her. Her hand slipped, and her body began to lurch. A sharp gasp slipped from her lips—a prelude to the inevitable. And then she fell. The sound of her collision with the floor—a harsh, unforgiving thud—shattered the stillness of the night.