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: Sorry this is a short chapter, next one will be longer and more interesting, I promise. This is like a breather chapter, nothing far too different. That is, if you don't look closely ;-)

Come wayward souls

Who wander through the darkness

There is a light for the lost and the meek...

Wirt heaved out a long little sigh as he finished his rendition, shakily lowering his clarinet that he kept in a tight grip since before he even started. He could hear the applause, the cheers, Greg's cheers alone were enough, and the white stage lights burning his eyes whilst he stood on an empty stage in an itchy suit and a suffocating tie. But then he opened his eyes, and he stared in the bathroom mirror with weary eyes. A pale face, matted brown hair, and clammy skin became his trademark look around twelve o'clock in the morning, it was two at the moment.

It wasn't like he wanted to be up this late in the hour—but it was just that he always messed up that one last note! One wrong move and his rendition of "Oh Holy Night"—as heartfelt as an emotional fifteen-going-on-sixteen year old can make it out to be using only a clarinet and a soundproof bathroom with only his judgement to be based upon—delves straight into this ugly train wreck over a winding river, endlessly flowing down the with the souls of our content, leading us to a path of misery and despair that we cannot be cured from with the simplest of medicines and can only be matched with...

Sighing, he ran a single hand through his messy hair in contempt; there he goes, thinking too much again. He needed sleep, that wasn't hard to see just from his initial appearance alone, but he didn't want it, not yet. Wants and needs were two different things for reasons that escaped him at that time. The lines had become just as blurred as the edges of his vision by that point.

For the blink of a second, he momentary glanced over at the skinny orange bottle filled halfway with bright red pills and a tight white cap that sat vacant on the porcelain coutertop next to Greg's vitamin gummy-bears, the outlier from all the other pills and medication. Wirt remembered the conversation with Dr. Hill that led up to him being forced to chug one of those monsters down twice a day as if it were yesterday, despite it being five months ago and no need for a refill yet so far.

"What has been on your mind lately, Wirt?"

There's a loud clatter bouncing off the tiled floor, almost plastic-like, but he paid that no mind. He instead pictured the leather couch pressed against his back, tilted his head up, and stared at the ceiling. His palms digging into the squishy material, freshly-trimmed nails casually picking at the ridged cross-stitch patterns, and he took a bit his lip, unsure.

"Don't worry, my boy, take your time. We have as long as you want to discuss these matters."

Then the man dressed in the nice suit and the bushy mustache leaned back in his rolling chair and smiled, hands crossed neatly on his lap. Wirt could never tell if his patience was authentic or not.

"Remember, you can tell me anything. By law, I'm not allowed to disclose any private information outside this office."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, clenched and unclenched his fists that lay dormant at his sides, thought out his words...and then opened his eyes, grasped the bottle of pills and a glass that was placed next to the toothpaste, filled it to the brim, and chugged. The water tasted slightly foul, not cold enough, and the pill melted on his tongue, hard to swallow.

Wirt coughed up and sputtered.

He still coughed as he gathered his clarinet off the floor, slinked out of the bathroom, and into his room. He wanted to sleep now and he kept the pill tucked underneath his tongue.

"What are you thinking about, Wirt?"

"WHAT'RE YOU THINKING ABOUT, KID?"

Gideon flinched as a skinny black arm snaked around his clumpy shoulders, feeling as if the skin was melded together by loosening twine. The crackles of the fire were the only noises throughout the endlessly forest of Nowhere in The Unknown, as The Beast sat across from him as silent as the trees around them. He nearly yelped when he was suddenly pulled onto a sharp corner as Bill crossed his skinny little legs and levitated happily. The axe leaning against the log drooped slightly.

"Nothin' Bill. Not at tha moment, anyway."

Bill chuckled, bopping his longtime partner on the adorable button nose as said partner flinched. That one giant eye stood stark to the bright yellow that glowed brighter than the campfire in the darkness.

"OH, HAIR GEL, IT'S CUTE YOU THINK YOU CAN LIE TO ME! HOW ABOUT YOU LET ME HAVE A LITTLE PEAK, EH?"

"He's right, you know," came The Beast's monotone voice that was quite rich and smooth in stark contrast to Bill's loud and excited with something nasally thrown in there somewhere. "What's on your mind, boy?"

The little boy couldn't help but feel uneasy as those rainbow ringed eyes peered upon and stared him down with something of a sneer. He had become accustomed to The Unknown for the past month and a half and he knew those eyes quite well by this point. The Beast was the one who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer and he'd manipulate anyone and everyone into saying yes and being putty in his hands, whilst Bill robbed those of their every inner thought.

In a way, they were perfect for each other; the perfect couple.

He bit his lip, staring down at his knees and then the hilt of the axe that gleamed in the firelight. Bill roughly nudged him, nearly shoving him off the log, whilst The Beast chuckled nonchalantly as if it were a in-joke between friends. If it was, he didn't get it, but he guessed that's what happens when demons hang out together.

"I...I dunno, really, I just...just..."

He was thinking of something, someone maybe, but it was all sorts of fuzzy. Glancing around The Unknown, in the inky darkness surrounding the trio and two sets of inhuman eyes exchanging sly looks and grins. The Beast tugged his cloak closer to his withering body, the hood up and over his head—his antlers were only wee buds—and let out soft grunts as he struggled to stand on his feet; he had been sitting around too long.

"WHOA THERE, TOPIARY! DON'T GO DOING GYMNASTICS ON ME!"

The Beast hummed, his eyes closing and opening as he heaved. Gideon glanced over at the lantern sitting on the now vacant log, that little light flickering and shaking with each breath. Then the monster began to cough, sputtering and heaving and falling to his knees as he gasped. Bill floated over to the being, as calm as the gentle breeze, whilst Gideon tried to focus on the light that was growing dimmer and dimmer with each dry cough. It was just so...interesting.

From the corner of his eye, he saw The Beast pull something small and red out of his mouth and toss it to the forest floor with a grunt of disgust. Bill helped from up with a smug look, which The Beast countered with a glare, and happily led his friend back over to his soul.

For awhile, they sat there in the fire-crackling silence, not meeting one stare or saying a word. Or maybe they were exchanging words, Gideon certainly couldn't read minds.

"William...you never told me how you were beaten by those brats you always talk about. Why not tell this boy a story?"

Bill giggled, rubbing his hands together and crossing his legs.

"OH, TRUST ME, YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU WEREN'T ME! IN FACT, I'D SAY THAT MY DEATH WAS MORE PAINFUL AND DRAWN OUT THAN YOUR'S! YOU WENT OUT IN A PUFF OF SMOKE, I WAS OUTSMARTED BY MY OWN PAWNS! ANYWAY…"

Gideon glanced around the two demons, watched as The Beast glared as Bill continued on with his story. Of course, he altered a few details: about how he incinerated Mabel Pines and let her brother, Dipper, to wallow in his misery or how he dragged Stanley Pines with him into erasure for all eternity. At some point, he burned a crude drawing of a sailboat into the log, expressing desire to see his old friend Fordsy again.

Soon enough, dawn rises, the fire dims, and Gideon exchanged one look with The Beast, shivered and wrapped up in his tattered cloak. One eye cracked upon, the iris ringed in the colors of the rainbow and that only meant one thing.

With a sigh, Gideon grabbed his axe and waddled away into the woods.