Gravity Falls Weirdmageddon 2: Escape From Reality Novels & Stories

“You don’t get rid of me that easy, Doc.” But then his expression hardened, eyes darting around. “We can’t stay here. He knows you’re inside.” “I know. He’s trying to pull us apart.” “Then we run.” She hesitated. “Run where? This isn’t real—” Before she could finish, the city around them began to glitch — buildings dissolving, colors bleeding into static. The ground cracked open, revealing a vortex of light below. Jax grabbed her hand. “That’s your exit point! You can still wake up!”

I felt it. Before Aldrin could even complete his move, Magnon knocked him away in less than a quarter of a second. The strike was silent but deadly, heavy with raw power. Aldrin’s body flew through the air at an angle I could not tell. He flew so high that I could only see him as a small dot against the dark sky. That was when a scream slipped from my lips, fear gripping me because what the hell was that? For a long moment, I thought the clouds would swallow him. Or maybe disappear in the air that was swallowing him up there. But finally, like magic, gravity remembered him.

A group of guards watched him squatting at my doorstep daily. During one heavy downpour, he caught a high fever from the rain and collapsed in the mud before being rushed to the hospital. The hospital contacted me because they did not know what to do, so I reluctantly went to handle the situation. When he saw me, his eyes lit up with a desperate, worshipful devotion. He said, "Flora, my goddess, I knew you wouldn't let me suffer. "Only after losing you did I realize you're the love of my life, my Luna, my Moon Goddess! Flora, didn't you say that as long as I didn't let go of your hand, you would never let go of mine?"

Fiona, or what remained of her, was in the living room, arranged around a giant pile of earth that had broken through the flagstone floor. Jim was overwhelmed by what he saw. This was so much worse than what had been done to Sloman and Cundle, there just weren’t words to describe it. Jim stood for a moment with his mouth hanging open, his jaw moving up and down as though trying to form words, or simply find a sound to describe how he was feeling. The ground beneath him swayed. The walls seemed to rush at him then recede just as rapidly. He wondered if the strange creatures in the ground were doing this, but then his legs went from under him and he fell to his knees.

He lunged, shadows lashing outward like chains, catching her wrist at the last instant. The crack widened. The ground beneath them—a floor that didn’t exist—crumbled into spiraling dust. Wind roared around them, dragging at their hair, their clothes, their breath. Aria clung to Erevan, her free hand fisting in the front of his coat. “What’s happening?” “It’s collapsing,” he shouted over the roar. “It’s already too unstable—Aria, if we fall into that—” He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to.

This release is forceful enough to launch me hundreds of feet up into the air. In a wide parabola, I float back to earth amid the desperate flapping of my arms, proving I’m still bound by the rules of gravity. I take in the view of a citywide mine burrowing straight down to the molten bowels of the earth. There are rock walls so vast and grotesque they could be the work of giants, and yet for all their superhuman propotions every crag and crevice is filled with the bestial howls of the damned. I shut my eyes to the sight.

"If the older thing calls... I can make it quiet forever. I can make the floor stop moving." "No, Leo," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You’ve spent enough." The ground buckled. A new fissure tore open fifty yards away—not a crack in the ice, but a wound in the bedrock. A crimson-black mist coiled out, a gravitational pull that made the Mercy wolves fall to their knees, their lungs failing as the air turned to lead.

Its presence made the air taste metallic. “You are interfering with structural recalibration,” it repeated. Aeron’s silver eyes sharpened. “I am participating.” The entity tilted its head. “Participation unauthorized.” Caius choked behind Aeron as invisible pressure tightened around his chest. Blood slipped from his nose. “Aeron—” The ground buckled. The citadel’s foundation fractured into floating segments. The entity extended one arm— And gravity reversed in a narrow column directly above Caius. The boy lifted off the ground violently, pulled toward a collapsing seam in reality.

Rumble… To Leonard's surprise, the wall beside him collapsed with a crash, landing right in front of zombie Miles. Every drop of Leonard's water pressure hit the wall instead. Then, a black shadow shot toward him. Leonard ducked, then delivered a flying kick that sent the shadow tumbling down the stairwell. Even a zombified Miles couldn't match Leonard's reflexes; his body always reacted faster than his brain. Suddenly, the stairs beneath Leonard began to give way. Concrete crumbled, steel beams buckled, and his foot hung in midair as he started to fall. Hayley grabbed his shoulders in one powerful motion and yanked him up.

Without the Heart to power the anti-gravity engines, Alcatraz Island—a billion tons of rock and steel suspended in the stratosphere—remembered that gravity existed. "Hold on to something!" Marcus screamed, diving to grab a support pillar. The sensation of weightlessness hit them instantly as the entire island entered freefall. K-CHUNK. The Cradle tilted forty-five degrees. Jack slid across the floor. He slammed into Catherine’s ice block. He wrapped his non-cursed arm around it, digging his blackened fingers into the floor to anchor them. "Got you," Jack gritted out, blood dripping from his chin onto the ice. "I got you."