Over Gravity
An OTGW and Gravity Falls Crossover
Disclaimer: I own almost none of these characters. They're only mine in my sweetest dreams.
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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to IcyFlakes, who asked for one or two chapters by December 20-23rd. I can't get two chapters, and this chapter is rather short, but I'm pretty backed up on school work right now. Oh yeah, and Merry Christmas you guys! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday!
P.s. The Force Awakens is amazing, you guys. Have any of you seen it yet? If you have, tell me what you think! :-)
Wirt let out another undignified squeak when he once again slipped on another patch of black ice, the world rocketing upwards as he felt himself falling backwards only to be grabbed by the wrists by his friends, thankfully stopping him from hitting his head on the hard ground.
"Whoa there, bud," Kathleen chuckled as she held him by the arm with Sara, smiling when she saw his cheeks brighten up nice and red. Funderberker and Rhondi held his other arm and had noticeably blank expressions on their faces.
"Yeah yeah, soo funny. Can you guys help me up? I can't feel my arms..."
"Of course," Sara giggled and the group walked backwards while holding his limbs, pulling him upwards onto his feet and away from the shining concrete he had slipped on in the first place.
"Thanks," he mumbled, staring down at his shoes to hide his blush. The girls of the group smiled against themselves while Funderberker got a little too close for comfort. The boy flinched noticeably when he felt the other kid pat him lightly on the back.
"You know, we wouldn't have to keep rescuing you if you paid attention to what you're doing for once," Kathleen stated, placing one hand on her hip and the other tucking strands of her hair behind her ear. Sara lightly nudged her in the ribs and gave Wirt a sympathetic look with a small smile.
"Kath, stop it. Are you okay?"
"Yeah yeah, sure..." He mumbles, rubbing at his sore and stretched out limbs. "Just a little sore by now. This ice is ridiculous."
Sara chuckles, a sound so beautiful it compares to chiming bells, and Wirt finds his face heating up so much he didn't even feel the cold anymore. Nervously wringing his hands, he stares down at the ground and smiles softly at her.
"Well don't worry, Wirt. We'll be there to catch you if you fall again." She said with a cute little smile the lit up the whole world in his eyes.
"So we'll basically have to be with you every single moment of the day," Kathleen joked, her eyebrow arching up when she saw Wirt's embarrassed flush. He glared at her and huffed while crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm not that clumsy," he grumbled, his face as red as a tomato.
"Yes you are," was the response he got in unison. With a sigh, he stepped over another patch of black ice that was clearly trying to make him break his neck or something like that and realized, to his dismay, that his left shoe had become untied—again.
"H-hold on guys, I got to tie my shoes..." He shivered when a sudden breeze swept through the street, adding another thin layer of ice to his cheeks. This late-winter was getting ridiculous by now, it was nearing spring and the flowers were even starting to bloom despite the snow. It may be a beautiful sight, but beauty comes at a price.
"Ugh. Hurry up then; I want to get there before the line gets too long," Kathleen grumbled, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Calm down, you'll get your mango slushy whenever or not we get there early," Rhondi giggled, rubbing her velvet gloved hands together. Funderberker nodded, biting the inside of his cheek with a somewhat rosy flush on his pale face.
Wirt stood back up, crossing his arms and huffing softly, marveled at the icy cloud that blew past his lips. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder how in the world he actually became friends with these funny, popular, and charming people considering he himself wasn't much, but then again, they were also pretty nice people who probably took pity on him after his parents' divorce.
Yeah, that sounds about right...after all, who would find him special?
He could only think of one person—or well, thing—and that was a sour lemon in his tea he did not want to drink.
"W-well," another sudden breeze sent chills down his spine, "l-let's go." He flashes them a fake smile and stared down at the ground while he silently took the lead, brushing past them. Rhondi and Funderberker happily followed, chatting amongst themselves, while Kathleen and Sara lagged behind with looks of both concern and pity on their faces.
"I don't think he's 'fine' Kath. He's too...quiet," Sara whispered, feeling a tightening sensation in her chest. She's always liked Wirt, why wouldn't she? They were best friends! She helped him get through his parents' divorce, babysat Greg with him, and was always there to give him advice when he was unsure of something! So why was he all of a sudden acting so...differently?
"Something happened to him on Halloween. I can tell."
"Same," the blonde nods, her eyes squinting sharply as they watch his retreating, slightly hunched over figure. "He looks a lot thinner than usual too."
"I don't think he's been eating a lot. I mean, you did see how much he ate the other day at the coffee shop? I almost thought he was going to choke."
"Yeah. He's also getting sick a lot."
Sara paused, a thought suddenly popping up in her head.
"Have you talked with his parents recently?"
"No. Why?"
What they failed to notice was the shadowy figure watching them in the distance as they talked, large bright eyes glowing so, so brightly narrowing sharply and the thin yet large gnarled hands tightening into fists.
"Ugh. Why do people go nuts over movies like this? Nothing was happening!"
"I know right! It was like 'blah, blah, blah, talking, talking, talking, make-out session, blah, blah, blah, pointless conflict, werewolves, blah blah, blah..."
"Rob, tell me, why did you pick 'Werewolf Romance In Werewolf Forest' instead of 'Mad Pecks: Greasy Trucks' like we agreed?"
The teen sighed in annoyance and looked up at Nate with a pitiful look on his face. "Look man, I'm sorry! Believe me, I wanted to, but Tambry was like 'oh, it's a month before my birthday! We gotta do something special and romantic and GAWK!"
The four males: Robbie, Lee, Nate, and Thompson, sat in the old rusty blue pickup truck, waiting for their female companions to do their usual business, while being parked outside an old grimy gas station. They had just gone (and by 'just gone' they really mean that they were dragged along, believing they were seeing an action movie with monster trucks and explosions when in actuality Robbie just didn't want to be alone with a bunch of chicks) to see a chick flick and decided to lighten to mood by a drive home game of truth and dare.
Lee and Nate dared Wendy to drink the entire bottle of expired cider they found on the side of the road without stopping or upchucking once. She succeeded...only for her face to turn a disturbing shade of green a few minutes afterwards and forcing them to stop at the nearest gas station. Tambry went in too, most likely to relieve herself from all the sodas and popcorn she consumed throughout the three hour chick flick.
"I still can't believe she drank that entire bottle! I mean, she could at least smell how badly that was right?" Thompson shuddered thinking about that, he owed her one big time—they originally dared him to do it but Wendy took his place instead, claiming that she's always wanted to do something like it and that he wouldn't last the first sip. She was right of course, but it still kind of hurt at how weak he really was compared to his much more daring group of friends.
"You should have seen this coming, dude. I mean, she is a Corduroy—her father's the biggest risk-taker in town, so why shouldn't she continue the legacy?"
"Yeah man, you're right."
They were startled by a knock on the door, too dark to tell who it was due to the dimly lit station providing little light. Robbie switched on the little overhead light, making all of them relieved to see the reflection on Tambry and Wendy in the window as opposed to...I don't know, the Zodiac killer?
"Oh, thank god it's just you two," Robbie sighed as he rolled down the window, flinching slightly at his girlfriend's annoyed glare.
"Well, who did you expect? The Zodiac killer?" Rolling his eyes, his look suddenly changing from one of annoyance to despair upon noticing Wendy, propped up so that she was leaning on her shoulder with an arm coiled around her waist, pale and unconscious.
"What the heck happened to her?"
"The cider," Tambry grumbled as she lightly shoved her into the backseat before climbing in herself, "she was puking and then passed out on the floor. I think she's a little...you know, tipsy..."
"That doesn't look like just 'tipsy', Tam."
"Uhh guys?" Lee yelled as he pressed two fingers against her neck with a panicked look on his face. "I don't think she's breathing!"
"WHAT?"
"Oh my gosh!" Thompson cried out, his face growing pale. "We if we gave her...al-al-al-alcohol poisoning?"
The group took a moment to take this into consideration, taking in her cold, pale, almost dead looking form. It was a very well-possibility there was something in that cider that would have some kind of negative effect on her but this? Poisoning? Unless that stuff was mixed with cyanide, it can't be that bad...right?
"Did you happen to see how expired that cider was?"
"I don't know man!" Lee broke out in a sweat while Nate shrunk in the front seat, deadly quiet. They were the ones who found the bottle in the first place, and therefore were the most guilty if anything happened to her.
"Well what do we do now!" Robbie found himself panicking with the rest of group, his heart practically beating out of his chest and his shaky hands soaking with a thin layer of sweat while grasping the wheel.
"What do you think you idiot? DRIVE!" Tambry screamed and Robbie's foot slammed down on the gas pedal, making the truck jerk seat with the staton with such force, they jolted back in their seats, all with looks of pure terror and shock.
Wendy was growing paler and paler, to the point where they could literally see her blue and red veins glowing in the dark. Lee was trying to give her CPR, to no avail. Soon enough, in less than a minute, the entire group erupted into a screaming, panicking, crying undistinguishable mess.
"DUDE, I CAN'T FEEL HER PULSE!"
"WHERE ARE WE GOING!"
"TO THE HOSPITAL! WHERE ELSE?"
"IS SHE GOING TO DIE?!"
"I DONT KNOW, MAN! LET ME THINK!"
"ARE YOU EVEN WATCHING WHERE YOU'RE GOING?!"
"I CAN'T GO BACK TO JAIL MAN! I JUST CAN'T!"
"DUDE, I KNOW! NOW CAN EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP FOR ONE SECOND AND LET ME THINK?!"
"YOU'RE YELLING JUST AS LOUD AS WE ARE!"
"I'M SCARED, ALRIGHT?!"
They yelled and screamed until their faces were red, trying to get Wendy to wake up or show any actual signs of still being alive. The car was jerked around on the bumpy road and they all felt a little sick themselves. It wasn't until they were able to narrowly dodge a tree did they finally realize that, in his panic and lack of decent lighting, that Robbie had accidentally driven them right off the road and into the forest—the exact opposite of where the hospital was.
"DUDE!"
"YOU'RE GONNA KILL US!"
"OH MY GOD! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! WE'RE GONNA DIE!"
"THOMPSON, STOP CRYING AND MAN UP! LET ME THINK OF A WAY OUT OF THIS!"
"OH YEAH, CAUSE LETTING YOU TAKE THE LEAD IS GOING SO WELL FOR US, ISN'T IT?"
Robbie turned and glared murderously at Lee, face redder than hot lava at this point.
"OH HO, OH REALLY, LEE? REALLY? WELL, IF YOU'RE SOO SMART, WHY YOU TAKE THE WHEEL?! EH?! EH?!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT? MAYBE I WILL!"
Then Lee proceeded to lunge forwards, bending over the backseat, screaming his head off and grabbing at the wheel which Robbie throughly defended while screaming his own head off. This broke out into a fatal fight amongst friends, clawing and punching each other in the face and torso while Thompson fainted, Tambry stared in them in complete horror while hugging Wendy's lifeless body to her chest, and Nate tried to intervene as well as he could without getting hit himself.
Too bad they were headed right for a tree too thick and dark for them to notice right away.
"GUYS!" Tambry screamed at the top of her lungs, getting their undivided attention, "LOOK OUT FOR THE—!"
The truck slammed hard into the tree, sending glass shards and shrapnel everywhere and very narrowly avoiding it being turned into a crumpled up metal sandwich, thus sparing everyone from a grisly fate, although not from the wonderful world of unconsciousness.
Watching all this from afar, a small, kind of chubby hooded figure in a brown tattered cloak and familiar glowing yellow eyes with cat like pupils smirked to himself. As he approached the wrecked car, his smile grew as he opened the door and found Wendy lying on the floor, unconscious and pale.
It's a miracle she didn't die just from their stupid mistakes alone, but she still had a steady but very, very, very faint pulse.
"ALL ACCORDING TO PLAN..."
He kneeled down and grabbed her by the ankles, dragging her limp body away from the wreckage while chuckling under his breath. Deeper and deeper into the forest they went, away from the forest and into the unknown.