Grunkle Stan Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words. Chunks of dried concrete still clung to me. My exposed skin was blotched with livor mortis, and my face held just enough to hint at who I used to be. Jayden stood frozen, eyes locked on my corpse like someone had hit pause and left him stuck in that moment. "No way… No way…" Jayden muttered, his expression twisting into something unreadable, his voice barely a whisper. Hank gave his shoulder a gentle pat. "What's done is done, Jay. You've got to let it go."

Granger is dragging Westfall, who is by all accounts completely unconscious. “Alpha,” Granger pants, “We have a serious problem.” His face is shredded, blood pouring down his jaw and neck. His armor is in pieces, and Westfall doesn’t look any better. Granger falls to his knees, but I catch him around the middle while Artyom steadies Westfall before he can fall face first in the dirt.

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."

I scrambled back, my spine hitting the bathroom door. It hadn't clicked shut, so the second I leaned on it, it swung wide. The floor vanished. Gravity took over, and I started to go down, falling backward into the bathroom. "Ah—!" I clawed at the air, desperate for a handhold. My fingers clamped onto something cold and metallic. The sharp, heavy sound of a buckle snapping open echoed in the small space. My center of gravity was still failing, but then a literal iron bar of an arm slammed around my waist.

I twirled myself on the leather office chair, thinking of a strategy to cash in an important business deal. Unsuccessful, I stood up and moved to the glass window that overlooked the skyline of New York City. I felt powerful being up here, where I saw everyone like tiny ants. Where I felt invincible in the horrors of this world. A loud bang on my door snapped me from my thoughts before someone barged into my office. “DON’T YOU HAVE— “I started shouting, only to turn to see my father. Embarrassed, I began, “F-father I-I thought you were…”

I reassure myself quietly. A soft groan coming from the floor pulls our attention and we all peek down at Vanessa who is trying to get to her feet. Her legs are wobbly under her, and she falls back on the floor. Grace chokes back a giggle that she tries to disguise as a cough while she watches Vanessa struggle to stand. “What do we do with her,” Grace nods in her direction and I can see her eyes begin to glow with fury as she looks at her.

Throw me over his shoulder, slap my butt, and carry me away. If I could figure out how to get out of this void of midnight nothingness, then I was going to do just that. Stomp up to them and demand they fuck me with their cocks. I nodded. Made the vow into the ether. If I get out of here and back to them, that was the first thing I was going to do. Could a person fall if there was no gravity? I wondered after a moment. I didn't get that deep yucky slide in my belly that felt like I was falling. But I also didn't feel like I was zooming upwards either. Can I float in nothing?

It shifted between four forms: Gravity, Electromagnetism, and the Strong and Weak Nuclear forces. "You have entered the Sanctum of the Unwritten," the Sentinel spoke, its voice a perfect harmony of every sound that had ever existed. "To retrieve the 'Ghost,' you must prove that your 'Glitch' is more stable than my 'Truth.'" The Sentinel struck. It didn't use a weapon; it simply increased the Gravitational Constant ($G$) around Zane until his stone skin began to crumble under his own weight. "Zane!" Kael roared.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 The iron grate clattered shut above them with the sound echoing like a gunshot through the narrow brick shaft. Maya fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as gravity briefly took hold, until her boots hit a layer of cold, stagnant water with a heavy splash.

“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.