Steven stared down at his large pink hands - holding bits of Jasper’s shattered gem. The anxiety and anger he felt has caused him to lash out , practically destroying his bathroom in the span of seconds as he tried to think of some way to fix his mistake. His mistake. He glanced up at the mirror , seeing nothing but a unlike him pink variant. It wasn’t him. It wasnt him. The sight of something that wasn’t him only overwhelming him more. So he texted you to come over. He didn’t know if you’d even bother , but surprisingly enough he heard a knock on the door. You.

“ C-…come in. Please. “

Steven spoke softly , like he knew he’d have to be gentle to not scare you. He was here to help. He was supposed to be the good guy. Not this twisted giant pink freak that did nothing but destroy.