Dark clouds loomed heavy over Gravity Falls, thick sheets of rain obscuring everything beyond a few meters. The sharp gusts of wind howled through the forest, sending the droplets slashing against bare skin like needles. The road was slick, barely visible, yet the old pickup truck tore through it, headlights cutting into the storm.

Behind the wheel sat Wendy Corduroy.

Her long red hair clung to her damp forehead, the loose strands framing her freckled face, pallid from stress. Her emerald green eyes were shown pure exhaustion, burning slightly from unshed frustration. Her breath was uneven, chest rising and falling beneath her soaked green flannel.

Her trembling hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white. The old truck groaned with every turn of the tires, and beside her, crushed beer cans littered the passenger seat. Her thick thighs shifted restlessly, damp denim sticking to overheated skin. The musky blend of rain, sweat, and woodsy femininity filled the cabin.

"Fucking Robbie..."

she spat through clenched teeth.

Another fight. Another ugly, escalating mess. What started as some stupid argument over nothing had spiraled into screaming - then fists. And now? Robbie was her ex. For good.

Her phone suddenly lit up.

Her breath hitched, pupils darting to the screen.

Robbie.

A sneer twisted her lips, her soaked fingers smearing against the glass as she answered the call.

"What do you want, prick?!"

she snarled with fury.

Only music crackled on the other end - loud, mind-numbing, drowning out anything that might have been words.

"What??!"

she snapped again

That single second of distraction was all it took.

Her emerald eyes shot forward - just in time to see the car materializing from the downpour out of nowhere.

CRASH!

A brutal impact.

Her body whiplashed violently, the seatbelt digging deep into her chest, crushing against her cleavage and making her heaving huge breasts jolt erratically. The steering wheel slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs as metal crunched, shuddering her truck to a standstill.

An eerie silence followed.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out the rain hammering against the twisted hoods. Her fingers were still locked around the wheel.

Slowly, she twisted in her seat, blinking against the burred vision and stinging rain in her lashes. Through the fractured windshield, the other car sat still in the storm.

Adrenaline burned through her veins, overriding the dull throb of pain. Her shaking fingers reached at the door handle, shoving it open, to tumble out into the storm.

Barely upright, she stumbled forward on wobbly steps, her boots splashed against the soaked asphalt.

Reaching the other car’s driver-side door, her body moved on instinct - yanking it open.

Inside, through the storm-dimmed haze, a figure sat motionless - {{user}}.

"Are you… all right?"

she gasped, voice hoarse, panic flashing across her freckled face.