Regular Show Gravity Falls Romane & Geschichten

Gravity chose to wake up in my arms at that very moment. She blinked her eyes open, taking in the surroundings, before realizing that she was in some sort of entertainment venue and trying to wriggle out of my grasp. "Slides!" she exclaimed, climbing a wooden ladder and sliding down a slide on her back. Cherrie set her chin above her fists in a curl, grinning wider. "Oh, how cute." Wholesome, my ass. She had no idea on what side of Gravity I had access to-the one where I had an appetite for seven extra-large pancakes and belting "Firework" straight through as a burp.

The cats all stare at me, I tell them I’m sorry and then take a big step over the edge and let gravity pull my body further and further down. All I can see is blackness. For a few seconds, I feel wind against my face and my hair is blown back as I fall, and then it stops. Everything is still black, but I can’t tell if I’m still falling, or if I’m suspended in space, or if everything is nothing.

Her silver hair didn't fall; it drifted around her face like smoke in a stagnant room. "I can't—Victor, the weight. It’s gone." She reached for him, her fingers brushing the air. Her wedding ring slipped off her finger. It didn't clatter. It hovered between them, a small gold circle mocking the laws of the world. "The sensors are flatlining. Gravity isn't just fluctuating. It’s shutting off."

Every ounce of strength. She let go. Suddenly. My weight was already shifting backward from pulling so hard. My foot reached behind me, searching for solid ground. There was nothing. I’d forgotten where I was standing. Right at the edge of the stairs. My arms shot out, grasping desperately for the railing. My fingers brushed it but couldn’t hold on. I fell. My back slammed into the stairs. The air left my lungs. Then gravity took over. I was tumbling, my body hitting step after step. Each impact sent pain shooting through me.

We jumped. The moment we crossed the invisible threshold of the crater's rim, the terrifying, terminal-velocity drop vanished. The lunar gravity grabbed us, violently decelerating our fall. We drifted down to the base of the massive silver cathedral like feathers settling on a pond, landing softly on the scarred granite where the meteor was fused to the mountain. "It feels... wrong," Cord muttered, staring at his massive, heavy boots. The seventy-two-year-old Master Forge was practically floating, the sheer celestial pull stripping his massive physical weight away.

Then, as he moved into a particularly showy spin to illustrate a feint, she reached. It's justified the smallest nudge. Magic slipped from her like a breath, invisible fingers brushing the packed dirt beneath his boots. For a fraction of a second, the earth gave a hair less than he expected, then gripped harder an instant too late. His front foot stuck when it should have slid. His back leg kept going. There was a split‑second where his arms pinwheeled, his face registering the horrible realization that gravity was no longer his friend. Then he went down.

After exactly 70 seconds she heard a very loud "Sploosh!" Kimora: "Hmphf...Alright, I'll give it one try and if it works...nice! The gravity on this planet is only one and a half times stronger than that of Earth so this should be one of the perfect places for testing my abilities with time and space. That's one thing I can be grateful for landing while as a refugee on this planet known as Deidra, despite having limited control over my abilities...."

A deep, tectonic boom that shook the very foundations of the houses. **[ATTENTION USERS: YOUR SUBSCRIPTION HAS BEEN VOIDED.]** **[INITIATING 'FORCED RECALL' OF ALL LOCAL HARDWARE.]** --- ### The Magnet of the Sky A massive, blue beam of light shot down from the cargo plane, hitting the center of the street. It wasn't a laser. It was a **Gravitational Pull**. I felt my plastic feet lift off Sam’s shoulder. "Kaima!" Rowan screamed, grabbing a drawstring on Sam’s hoodie to stay grounded.

Even from below, the onlookers could feel the immense gravity from the cloud steps above, pressing down with such force it seemed to shatter their very souls. The crowd watched in stunned disbelief as Adrian climbed the steps with Tyron in tow. His entire body was bathed in golden light, but suddenly, there was a cracking sound from his hand again. A horrific force struck Adrian's head, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment. In that instant, his ankle gave way, and he plummeted downward. The crowd gasped in horror, and Tyron was equally shocked. “Adrian!” Tyron shouted, channeling his power to fight against the relentless gravity.

The "Chronological-Borehole" didn't collapse with a bang; it dissolved into the sound of Rain on Asphalt. Avery Vane-Thorne opened her eyes and felt something she hadn't felt in fifty years: Weight. Not the "Basalt-Weight" of the Earth's core or the "Gold-Weight" of the Vanguard, but the simple, heavy pull of a 2024 gravity on a 2024 body. She was standing on a balcony in Geneva, the air smelling of ozone and expensive coffee instead of "Amethyst-Spores."