Gravity Falls Weirdmageddon 2: Escape From Reality Novels & Stories

The map pulsed in Mira’s pocket, leading them toward the next resonant site but time was running thin. As they ran, Liam glanced back. “L-20’s not chasing.” Ash cursed under his breath. “Because it doesn’t have to.” Behind them, the corrupted prototype let out a guttural roar, pure agony and rage and sank its claws into the earth. Dark crimson veins of energy cracked outward through the soil. The ground quaked violently. “Sinkhole!” Grey shouted. The earth beneath them caved, sending the group tumbling into darkness. When Mira hit the ground, the air was thick with ancient heat. She rolled to her feet instantly, scanning for the others.

The ladder jerks without warning, as if the bullet shot its last legs, before the entire frame tips backwards. For one horrifying second, I’m weightless. For one horrifying second, I’m flying. No sound, not even my dedicated curse words, leave my lips as gravity, that cunning bitch, takes hold of me, rushing me straight towards the ground just like she did Icarus. My body slams hard with a sickening crunch against something unyielding before the ladder’s weight falls on me. A slow hum floods my body as it rings, every cell perhaps shaken by the crash.

She crashed into a sculpture and vomited a mouthful of blood. Bang! Megan landed on the ground, and she heard the sound of a trap activating under her feet. ‘Did I just activate a trap?’ Megan panicked when she heard the sound. Crack! Before Megan could react, the ground under her feet collapsed into a big hole! “Ah!” she screamed as she fell down the hole before she could react. She seemed to have accidentally triggered a secret button on the sculpture. Everything happened too fast. When Chester ran forward, he could only see a big, dark hole. The hole was so deep, and Megan was nowhere to be seen.

lThe transition from the world of men to the world of Agano did not feel like a journey. It felt like an execution. One moment, Mwajuma was suspended in the impossible, vertical waters of the Chozi la Ardhi. The next, the violet light of a bruised, alien sky exploded around her, and gravity—cold, ancient, and absolute—wrapped its invisible hands around her ankles and pulled. She was falling.

Before deciding to go join Eve Matthews and the Chef in the kitchen, She remembered she hadn't replaced the vase that Sophie broke so she dashed to the store and took out the exact vase, then She made her way to Brain's room. Vanessa thought there was no need to knock since the owner of the room hadn't arrived so she badged into the suite as if it were hers and gently shut the door behind her. She came face to face with a very shocking view which made the vase she was holding drop to the floor and shatter into pieces. On the other side of the room was a naked man on his feet. Not just any naked man, a sexy greek god. He was muscular, had a well-sculpted body with perfect abs that makes you d

The woman was shaking and whimpering, scared for her life. "You know, when you're in a relationship, your boyfriend isn't supposed to ignore you is he? Like I want attention, is that so hard to get? Am I right?" Yes, Eden was still pissed at Malakai. The woman violently nodded answering Eden's question. She was confused on why she was making conversation with her though. "Okay whatever, I'll ignore him right back, see how he likes. And your time has come to an end. Say hi to the grim reaper for me." Eden pushed the woman over the ledge, making her fall at least 20 ft and snapping her back.

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.

Marcus muttered under his breath. He reached the stairwell—blocked. Concrete had collapsed halfway down, cutting off the path completely. No time, no pathway. Marcus turned sharply and kicked open the nearest office door. Windows,high up. Too high for a normal fall. Good thing he wasn’t normal. The floor shook violently again. Chunks of ceiling started falling. Noah flinched weakly against him. “It’s okay,” Marcus said quickly. “Just trust me.” Noah let out a shaky breath. “I do…”

“Ing ra ekta ouhs oht ethe tufre.” A white wisp of smoke rose and covered them, at the same time a whirl started beneath their feet, raising the dust around their legs. A few seconds later a dark hole opened up beneath their legs and slowly it began to devour them. Maggie squeezed her eyes shut, so far the wave of teleportation was making her very nauseous but she found out that closing her eyes made it better. The suction of the black hole wasn’t as terrible as before and when she opened her eyes a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

The weight of the server racks, once held by magnetic stability, collapsed under the sudden power death, dragging the floor down with it. Pim felt herself falling. She grabbed for something, anything, and her hand locked onto Chalida’s wrist. "Pim!" Chalida’s scream was lost in the roar of collapsing concrete and twisting steel. They plummeted through the darkness, the air whistling past them, smelling of ozone and ozone-charred silk. Pim felt the wind rushing against her face, the sensation of gravity finally returning, harsh and unforgiving. They crashed into a heap in the lower basement levels, the dust of the ceiling burying them in a shroud of gray debris. Pim coughed, her lungs burning