Steven Universe: A Real Rebellion

The warmth of the sun on his face was the first thing he felt.

I groaned, squinting against the harsh light above me as I pushed myself up from what felt like a sandy beach. Grains of sand clung to my hands and legs, but that was the least of my concerns. Something felt off.

'did I go to a beach, I don't remember planning any recent trips'

I looked down at myself feeling the sand all over and froze. This, This wasn't my body. My limbs were smaller and visibly more frail, hands less worn. scrambling to my feet, I felt an unsteady feeling within me, I rushed to the nearby source of water and caught sight of my reflection in the shallow waves.

Staring back at me was a boy no older than twelve, with pitch-black hair that hung messily over my forehead, golden hazel eyes wide with confusion, and fair skin that seemed untouched by time. My breath quickened.

"What… What is this?" I whispered. Memories of my last moments flashed in my mind—the blinding white light that almost looked like a star crashing into me, the sensation of weightlessness, and then… this. Whatever 'this' was.

'I had to figure out where I was' I thought, focusing on my unfamiliar surroundings. 

As I turned my head in every direction my eyes fell on something in the distance: a towering black statue carved from polished stone, covered in greenery, its imposing presence casting a long shadow over the beach. It depicted a fusion of four figures, each one distinct yet harmoniously melded into a singular, majestic form. My heart skipped another beat. Obsidian. The ultimate fusion of the Crystal Gems.

"No way…" I muttered, stepping forward, my feet sinking into the warm sand. This wasn't just a beach; this was the beach. The Beach City beach from Steven Universe.

My mind began to race.. I had been a fan of the show years ago, but life had moved on, and so had I. The show had its lows and highs but all of it became more than I'd ever thought it would. Here I was, standing in a world I had only known through a screen. The statue of Obsidian was proof enough; it had never existed in his world, not like this. I wasn't just dreaming. This was real.

A shiver ran down my spine despite the sun's warmth. The implications of his new reality sunk into my mind rapidly. If I was in the Steven Universe world, then I was also in a world fraught with danger.

"The Crystal Gems," I muttered, pacing in the sand. "They… they face Homeworld Gems, corrupted monsters, the Cluster and… oh God, the Diamonds."

I clutched my head, the enormity of it all overwhelming me. Sure, the show had its heartfelt moments and happy endings, but it was also filled with peril. I wasn't just watching the story unfold from the safety of my couch anymore; I was legit in it. And I was just a kid.

"Okay, okay, think," I said, trying to steady my radical breathing. "If this is real, then I need a plan. The Gems are here, right? They protect the Earth. Maybe they can help."

But could he trust them? What would they think of him, a random human who knew too much about their lives? And what if—my stomach churned at the thought—what if the timeline wasn't as stable as I remembered? I was an anomaly here. My very presence could change everything.

Was it better to just keep everything a secret, was it even a good idea to meet them, how would i even do that!

As my thoughts continued to spiral, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. A figure was approaching from further down the beach, their form silhouetted against the sun. I squinted, shielding my eyes with one hand. The figure grew clearer as it drew closer—a young girl with dark, curly hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a white sundress and a floppy sunhat, her steps measured and graceful.

His breath hitched.

"No way," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. As she came into full view, there was no mistaking her. Connie Maheswaran. She looked just as she had in the early seasons of the show, her warm brown eyes scanning the beach curiously.

My heart pounded in my chest. I was frozen, torn between relief and panic. Relief at seeing a familiar face, and panic because this was real—she was real. And if Connie was here, it meant that Steven…

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to take a step forward. "Connie?"

She stopped in her tracks, tilting her head slightly. Her expression was cautious but kind. "Do I know you?" she asked, her voice carrying the same gentle tone he remembered.

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond. How could I explain who I was or how I knew her? He didn't have answers—not for her, not for himself. But as he stood there, the waves lapping at his feet and the statue of Obsidian looming behind him, one thing became clear: this was his new reality. And somehow, he had to survive it.