Regular Show Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

They fell. For what seemed like a split second, there was no up nor was there down. What existed were only countless pieces of earth, stone, and shattered reality floating in a silent void. Then gravity returned violently to normal again. They slammed back hard onto solid ground—it could still be called that. Dax rolled violently, shielding Aria with his body as fragments of stones rained down around them. “Aria! Stay with me!” “I’m—” she gasped, coughing, “I’m right here—”

He disappears from sight. Mia's body is hanging off the roof. Her feet are in the air. Her dress is torn. Liam is on the ground, flat on his stomach, his arm extended over the edge, his hand locked around her wrist. His body slides forward. Gravity doesn't care about strength or determination or the specific, desperate grip of a man holding onto someone who is dangling above a twelve-story fall. His torso crosses the edge. His center of gravity shifts. He's going over. I don't think.

Reuben POV I’m falling down a cliff, falling and I can’t seem to grip on to any rocks at the side of the cliff. It’s constant, like gravity is pulling me down. Am I dead? Am I falling into hell? My stomach aches from the continuing drop before my hand manages to grab onto the side of a grass verge. This cliff never seemed to end. With a jolt to my new positioning, I stop falling and look down at my dangling feet. This cliff had no end and no beginning, it was just constant. There was no sky, no ground…just cliff.

I nod. “Together.” The ground trembles again. Time’s running out. “Three,” he says. “Two—” “Now.” We move at the same time. No hesitation. No fear. Just motion. We sprint forward— the floor crumbling beneath our feet— energy surging around us— the gap widening— and then— we jump. For a second— we’re suspended. Weightless. Falling— but not falling apart. And then— we land. Hard. But stable.

Malakor sneered, lifting the staff an inch and slamming its base against the stone floor. A shockwave of raw, unadulterated gravity magic exploded outward from the impact point, snapping through the courtyard with the force of a falling mountain. Around them, apprentices and senior faculty alike shrieked as their knees buckled, dozens of bodies crashing violently onto the cobblestones under the sudden, suffocating weight. "Hold!" Zeyric gasped, his breath instantly driven from his lungs as the invisible hammer of gravity slammed into his shoulders.

-HER- After some moments, I find myself peeking inside the well just like yesterday. A rough and cold hand pulls me inside before I am sucked inside the well by the gravity. This time, I fall willingly. I close my eyes and anticipate the fall. The sound of the wind whooshing past my ears is the same as that of yesterday. The sense of uprightness is lost. I can only feel myself falling before the ground makes its presence known to me when I feel it’s hardness under my feet.

“This is Andrew. He will be your instructor for the hour.” Andrew gave a small bow to Julie, then turned to face the class. “This may seem like a strange way to start your morning, but trust me when I tell you that you will all be thanking me tomorrow. Motion does not work the same way in zero gravity as it does on Earth. If you unbuckle your harness and push off the wall as if you were on Earth, you’ll find yourself a human pinball, and you’ll likely take your team down with you. The smallest movements have a big impact.”

The ginseng baby fell to the ground like a dog biting mud. Samuel was not much better either. Because he was being suppressed by the huge gravity, the usual jumps and falls made a loud noise directly at this time. The ground trembled. Because he couldn't withstand the huge gravity inertia, his whole knee couldn't help flashing violently. Looking at the painful Samuel, the ginseng baby suddenly turned back and made a gesture to Samuel. "Shh!" "What the f*ck." Samuel patted his knees and struggled to stand up with all his strength. Then, under the stunned stare of the ginseng baby, Samuel suddenly cleared his throat.

I ran in a frenzy with screams and shocks, and my footsteps hit the void, somersaulting off the terrace. That's when I realized that there is still a physical force that exists. Gravitation. Gravity pulls me down with tremendous speed, and the dark gray pavement below eagerly awaits my bloody battle. As if instinctively, a jet stream was pushed out from my abdomen, I screamed with all the remaining strength of my life.

I'll have to use you as a support, or I'll trip and fall again. As he said this, as if he were showing Ryan Dixon how to do it, his hand slipped, he fell again onto Ryan Dixon, and their chests touched. Jeff Gray gave him a "See?" look, which made Ryan Dixon's veins on his forehead hurt even more. He was almost at the end of what he could take. Jeff Gray was able to get up, and when he did, he rubbed his hand over his chin while sucking air in through his mouth and said it hurt.