Tad Strange Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

He had his own gravity field. As I waited for him to make a move, the ground started to swallow my feet. My legs were sinking fast; this must be Mount Fort’s doing. When he raised his right hand to swat me, I sky-jumped to free myself and got back into the air, but the gravity of this world yanked me toward the hill. I couldn’t get my legs positioned downward. Losing my stability, I panicked and screamed while falling. “I got you, Mr. Roche.” That was Zeki’s voice.

I found Gravity on the couch crying hysterically, her face, hair, and clothes smeared with vomit and Tucker's shirt and pants stained with puke. "Thank fuck you're here." Tucker rushed over to me, gesturing to his stained clothes. "She freaking puked as soon as you left the building. Jesus Christ, it's everywhere! My clothes, my hair." I shoved him out of my way to Gravity, picked her up, and held her close to me to comfort her. She did not cry this much, if at all, when she vomited. "Mommy, he st-started screaming." She hiccupped, clinging to me with desperate little hands. "I-I-I did it by accident only. It just came out!" She hung her big eyes on me apologically. "Am I in trouble?"

Year 2002, Tina's POV. I was so scared that I froze on the spot. Mom came toward me carrying the raw beef. With a weird smile on her face, she asked, "Tina, are you hungry too? Come and eat some." "No, I... I won't eat!" I was at a loss and burst into tears. Mom was still walking toward me, carrying the raw beef. Finally, I came to my senses and wanted to go back into the house. However, my legs were so weak that I could not walk at all. In the end, I crawled into Grandpa's room.

Her microscopic fingers dug into the fabric of my torn dress, and a blinding wave of violet-and-black light erupted from her skin. Instantly, the laws of physics shattered. The heavy tytanium bulkhead falling from above slowed to a complete crawl, suspended in mid-air by an invisible, dense pocket of localized anti-gravity. Our freefall turned into a weightless drift. Dominic and I floated down the remaining twenty feet of the shaft, landing with a soft, perfectly cushioned thud on the reinforced steel roof of the stalled elevator car. The moment our boots touched the metal, the violet light vanished. Above us, the suspended tytanium door finally fell, slamming violently into a structural le

he said in one breath. The next second, just after he declared he can't go down. He loses his grip on his other hand and follows his legs. In this circumstance, he can already go down, though — head first. “Ah, I fell... " he then says. The face was quite slow in reaction yet the mind was already in chaos. As he felt that the pulling of the gravity stops, his head was already half a meter away from the ground, yet hands were about to touch the ground. He barely escapes death. Thanks to his Big bro Zitrey who'd managed to hold both of his ankles.

The floor of the cavernous docking bay lurched violently, dropping at a terrifying, unnatural angle. Dante lost his footing on the pristine white tiling, crashing hard onto his side as the entire superstructure of Tartarus groaned under the sudden shift in gravity. Through the massive, reinforced acrylic viewing ports that lined the far wall, the abyssal trench was suddenly illuminated by an angry, violent orange glow. The facility was literally sliding down the sheer face of the underwater cliff, being dragged toward the superheated magma vents of the tectonic rift.

A trail of glowing sap arced into the air as he snarled and staggered backward. Both girls landed in a crouch. The battlefield beneath them rumbled—craters cracking like eggshells—and Dryad teleported again, this time in front of them, raising his shield high as massive, distant landmasses began to tear apart. The gravity distorted around them, light bending in the air. The vines thickened—no longer just roots, but tendrils of some ancient world-spine, pulsating with planetary anguish. The tendrils lashed out again—this time binding their wrists, ankles, even throats.

The silence following the "99% Crash" wasn't peaceful; it was unformatted. The air in the valley was a thick, grey haze of Dead Pixels and static. Every time the wind blew, it made a sound like a corrupted audio file—a rhythmic, digital stutter that scraped against my nerves. I didn't wait for the elevators. I threw myself from the command center balcony, using a localized Gravity-Bypass to slow my descent as I soared toward the glassy crater where Xander lay.

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.

And yet, even as the station’s destruction loomed, a strange calm settled over him. He clenched his fists, jaw tightened. If this was the end, he wouldn’t face it cowering. As the station’s frame collapsed under the immense gravitational pull, Roy felt the first signs of his body succumbing to the black hole’s tidal forces. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His feet stretched initially, an unnatural pull that travelled up his legs, elongating him as though he were being unravelled.