Tad Strange Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

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

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.

He screamed until his vision went black, until his lungs collapsed, until his heart stopped beating for a terrified second. Silence. The wind whistled through the crater. Viggo swayed. He fell. But before he hit the ground, the light changed. It wasn't the sun. Above them, in the blue afternoon sky, the silver sphere did something impossible. It didn't shine. It didn't reflect. It pulsed. Once. A ripple of pure, white gravity hit the earth. Viggo felt it. It hit his chest like a defibrillator paddle. Thump.

My body jerked against the cuff as the Odyssey slammed against something hard and began spiralling into space again. Space… we were out… and we were going down. Not zooming through nothingness–down. Gravity. I clenched my jaws as the space surrounding the ship suddenly vanished, replaced with land–red, crusty land. The ship tilted down, then dipped before dropping hard like stone. The gravity was stronger than earth's. “We’re falling!” Kael yelled, his voice cutting through the ringing in my ears. “Brace your–”

He was sitting there as if gravity meant nothing to him. I pushed the door open a little wider and stepped further out onto the balcony, my mouth slightly agape in shock as I tried to see the person’s face clearly. But before I could make out any distinct features or recognize who he was, he moved. With a sudden, fluid motion, he leaped off the railing and jumped straight down toward the ground below—from the second floor! My heart leaped into my throat. No!

Then the screen turns on, revealing a white background that had a lot of static. Red purses her lips. “Red…” She hears her name come from the computer. It was an unfamiliar voice. “What… is happening?” The computer releases a garbled sentence. Red could only pick up one word from the messy sounds. “... Stennex…” Stennex? Red didn’t know what Stennex was but she could look it up. She memorizes the word and swears to search for it later. Right now, she wanted to find out what was happening. Slowly, Red approaches the computer.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of