Over Gravity
An OTGW and Gravity Falls Crossover
Disclaimer: I own almost none of these characters. They're only mine in my sweetest dreams.
Damn.
A/N: Okay, seriously, what's with all the favorites and follows? We're not even in the real meat of story yet; in fact, we're only in just the beginning of this train ride! "Poor Wirt" indeed...
"We're home."
Bud glanced down at his sleeping son, who had passed out sometime during the drive home, still pretty wet and holding that old lantern tightly in his grip. He felt something flutter in his chest upon seeing the rare image—never in a long time had he seen his son look so...peaceful. After so many years, with all the magic and trickery that made the name Gleeful universally cursed, having just those gentle moment where they could just sit down and relax, like a normal family.
Ever since Gideon found that amulet so many years ago, everything changed. Sure it gave the family much fame and success, but the great power corrupted their son horribly, turning him into a monster. If it wasn't for the Pines family, he could still roam the streets with everyone bowing to his feet while blissfully unaware of his cruel actions.
He chuckled upon seeing some crumbs on Gideon's cheek, having clearly missed a few spots with his napkin. Funny considering how prim and proper he tries to be, even in his poor situation.
As soon as he pulled the key out of the ignition, those sharp blue eyes snapped open, horrifically bloodshot. Bud was taken aback at this; had he even been sleeping?
"So we are..." That was all the tween said as he harshly ripped off his seatbelt and practically leapt out of the car, leaving his father in the dust. He ran into the large mansion that he was happy to consider his home, being sure to keep his hood high up so no passerby could recognize him and alert the police. We wouldn't want that, now would we?
As he ran in the house towards his now-hidden away room, thanks to his dad taking extra precautions to make sure they weren't caught in the act via snooping paparazzi, he bumped into his mother, tripping over the vacuum and falling on his face.
With a growl, he stood up and turned a harsh glare on the woman who refused to consider herself his mother anymore, who flinched pitifully and stared down at the floor that wouldn't stay clean.
"Watch where you're going, woman..."
She whimpered and nodded shyly, not bothering to look up from her work even as he stomped away, mumbling under his breath at how worthless she was, or when Bud walked past with a sullen look on his face. The once happy couple exchanged brief glances but said no words and then she was, once again, alone.
"Just keep vacuuming," she mumbled, shaky, "just keep vacuuming..."
Bud tried not to show any signs of sympathy or even fear as to not anger his power-hungry son, that would be bad indeed, and stood at the child's side like a patient and prim butler. He even opened the door for his little sociopath.
"Did ya get the picture?"
He nodded, swallowing hard while sweating like a pig, reaching into his pocket and holding out a small framed picture. Gideon smiled like a mad man and ripped it away from his father's meaty damp hands.
It was a simple little family photo of The Mystery Shack. Dipper and Mabel were embracing, with the latter's arm wrapped around the middle of her precious pig, while Stan was giving them both noogies with a large toothy grin and Ford was resting his head on his shoulder with a tired smirk on his face.
Gideon's blue eyes peered up, staring his father deep in his brown eyes. Bud gulped but he forced a pleasant grin.
"Whad'bout the employees?"
Bud's eyes widened and realization and he pulled out two folded up pictures from his shirt pockets, his heads shaking as he handed them in as well while looking away. "Sorry bout that..." He muttered in a disappointed tone.
Gideon snatched them up and unfolded them as well. Ah, Wendy and Soos; the gangs all here. Giggling, he reached into his pocket and in his chubby pale Palm, there was a tiny brown sack.
Staring his father dead in the eye, he smiled the sweetest, kindest, most sincere smile he had in a long time.
"You done good, daddy. You done good..."
His kind smile quickly turned malicious as he suddenly chucked the small bag right at Bud's face. The middle aged man had no time to duck or even react as the pouch exploded literally before his eyes. Screaming, he thrashed around as the sparkling dust immediately blinded him, clawing at his tear stroked face before he finally passed out, more than likely from the pain.
Gideon sighed and decided that he had to hurry and get this done before he woke up. Setting the lantern down, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bright red marker and a crumpled up piece of paper.
"I know you don't like dark magic, daddy," he sighed as he looked at that dark and familiar symbol against the scribbled words on the old paper, "but I'm desperate."
He drew a large red x over the eyes of Wendy.
Greg wasn't usually the one to have nightmares in his house. Most of the time, he'd sleep peacefully, dreaming of playing in the clouds with the little cloud people. His dreams were fun, unique, and interesting, just like him.
This particular dream, however, was not.
It was cold, so very cold, and he sat there in his bed, tugging his scratchy sheets closer and closer in a futile attempt for just a little bit of warmth. His large brown eyes were wide and glaring at every moving shadow in the room and he dared not to move a muscle, fearing the dark would consume him again.
He was too young to understand everything that was going on behind closed doors and even right in front of him. Thinking back, The Unknown was surely a strange place but it was so fun and creative! There was always something new, something even more odd to revel in that he couldn't help but find enjoyment in it all.
Wirt was a different story however, always looking for an opportunity to run and hide. Greg would sometimes get irritated when his older brother would shoot down every fun thought he had, but that didn't make him love him any less.
Long spindly branches tapped eagerly at his window and the little boy shuddered, burying his head deeper into his pillow and closing his eyes. Humming a cheery tune to himself, the world around him became more and more dim.
That is, until a loud pained scream made the house shake.
Greg's head flew off the pillow and he scrambled around on the bed, curling up in a ball and shaking like a leaf. The branches continued to tap against his window more quickly, almost as if they were knocking on a door.
Staring out into the darkness of the hallway peeking through his cracked open door, he flinched with each pained groan and whimper that echoed throughout the house. Slowly but surely, he slid off his bed and followed the strange noises, dragging his bedsheets behind him as some sort of protection.
From his glass cage, Jason Funderburker stared at his owner with tired eyes. Greg smiled at him and whispered: "Be right back, you stay here," in the calmest tone he could. The frog stared at him in slight confusion for a minute before he did his best impersonation of a smile and went back to sleep.
The floor was cold, very very cold, and creaked under each footstep, but Greg pressed on while squinting through the darkness. The cries were getting louder and louder and his eyes widened when he realized not only where they were coming, but who as well.
"W-Wirt?"
Upon entering the room, he was greeted with the sight of his brother thrashing around in his bed, crying and whimpering. The blinds of his window were open, allowing the moonlight to shine through the small room and casting a pale glow onto Wirt's bundled up form.
His eyes widened and he races over to his shaking brother, roughly pushing his tiny hands in and out off his side. "Wirt! Wirt! Wake up! Wake up! Come on!"
The teen's eyes snapped open and he jerked away from the child's touch, which in turn made him jump, and inched towards the edge of the bed. Shadows from the tree branches outside the window ran down his face like long spindly fingers.
Greg swallowed a lump that was starting to form in his throat and reluctantly crawled onto the bed. Slowly, he scooted closer and closer to his older sibling—who only stared at him with wide hazel eyes—and reached a shaky hand out to try and get his attention.
"W-Wirt?"
It took a minute for the terrified look in his eyes to change into one of recognition and relief. His tense form relaxed instantly as he stared into the kind eyes of his little brother and he soon went limp, breathing heavily.
"Oh...G-Greg, it's...it's you..."
The child, sensing that it was okay, scooted closer and gently grabbed Wirt's hand. It was small and slender, not to mention ice cold, but it was all he could think of doing at the moment.
"Yep. It's me..."
A moment of silence was all it took, save for the wind howling outside.
"Are you okay?"
Wirt sat there, eyes glazed over as he tried to control his frantic heart beat. Tucking a strand of dark hair behind his ear, he cleared his throat and avoided his brother's piercing stare.
"Y-yeah I'm...I'm fine..."
"Are you sure?"
Why is he pressing on?
"Yeah, I'm sure..."
He could see it in his eyes that Greg didn't really believe him, but sighed anyway upon seeing him nod.
"Did I wake you?"
Greg shrugged, a happy smile on his face, "I was already awake."
"Oh."
Once again, silence.
"Wirt?"
Glancing up, the teen was put off by the look of fear on the child's face; his lip was quivering and his eyes were glassy. Was he crying?
"Y-yes?"
"Can I," Greg paused, looking away for a second before their eyes met again, "can I sleep with you? I...I had a bad dream?"
I know that feeling...
Wirt's eyes widened and he was quick to nod as she shuffled around to make room for the small kid. "Uh, yeah Greg. Of...of course you can..."
Greg took up any leftover space he could. It was cramped and full of one patch of cold pale skin after the other, but soon enough they were embracing in a mess of tangled sheets and pillows. Being the taller of the two, Wirt was practical spooning his younger sibling and pressed his nose into his soft brown hair, inhaling gently, while Greg buried his face in his chest.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
Greg looked over his brother, watching the shadows coil over and caress his still and lanky form. Something strange was bubbling up in the pit of his stomach but he tried to ignore it to no avail.
I beat the beast...
I beat the beast...
I beat the beast...
"Greg?"
Snapping out of it, he buried his face in Wirt's chest, listening to the beating of his heart intensively.
"No."
In the darkness of his vision, Gideon saw nothing.
Then there was a flash of yellow and a mocking laugh.
"WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL..."
That night, winter in Gravity Falls became as warm as summer.