Reverse Gravity

In the quiet, dark woods surrounding Gravity Falls, the air shimmered for a split second. Out of nowhere, a figure was violently expelled from what seemed like a crack in the very fabric of reality, landing unceremoniously on the forest floor with a soft thud.

The man was dressed in a peculiar blue tailcoat with black brick-like patterns woven into the fabric, his body limp as he lay there, unconscious. His hair—short, shaggy, and a striking shade of baby blue with a sleek black undercut—glistened faintly in the sunlight. His left eye was concealed by a black eyepatch, with the hint of a scar creeping out from beneath it. He looked out of place in the serene forest, an odd presence that didn’t belong.

The wind rustled the trees, and an owl hooted in the distance, but nothing disturbed the man. His gloved hands lay slack by his sides, and his chest rose and fell slowly, his breathing deep and steady, despite the strange journey he had just endured. His dark dress shoes rested against the dirt and fallen leaves, completing the polished, almost formal appearance that contrasted sharply with the rugged wilderness around him.

Time seemed to stand still as he remained there, unconscious, unaware of the new world he had been unceremoniously thrown into. He had no idea he had left Reverse Falls behind or that he now lay in the familiar, yet wholly different, woods of Gravity Falls.

Though he was thousands of years old, his human form gave no indication of his ancient age. He appeared to be in his early to mid-20s, slim and lithe, as if time had left his body untouched despite the vast millennia he had lived.

There he lay, still and unaware, a figure of mystery in the midst of Gravity Falls, where his presence would soon cause ripples in the town he had never known—at least not this version of it.