Sakimichan Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

"No wind, no friction, no gravity. We’re a bubble of stolen time." ​The sensation was nauseating. Without the planet's rotation to ground us, up and down became suggestions rather than facts. The only thing keeping our feet on the floor was the artificial resonance of the Great Hammer, which Harl was now using to simulate gravity. ​"Three days to the Tenth Suture," I said, leaning against the central trunk of the Grove. My silver hands were cold, the mercury veins glowing a steady, predatory purple. "Sarah, prepare the medical wards. If there are survivors in the water-world, they’ll be suffering from decompression and static-burns."