A/N: So I recently got into Steven Universe and, of course, I have my own gemsona Tanzanite. I hope you enjoy. Constructive criticism is accepted :3
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Steven Universe. The franchise belongs to Rebecca Sugar and Cartoon Network. I only own my gemsona Tanzanite.
Purpose
Tanzanite looked around in her working space. Her whole purpose of existing was created in this room. To study, to create, to experiment, and to torture. She was a scientist, an inventor of extraordinary things, a creator of multiple abominations. She was a valued gem in Blue Diamond's court. Her inventions and knowledge helped Homeworld during the rebellion despite Homeworld failing to conquer Earth and destroying the rebels. Nonetheless, her diamond was proud of her and her efforts.
Tanzanite got out from her seat and gathered the notes about her assignment for the day. She sighed and read them in complete silence. This was all she had known. Herself, this room, and her work. She never had the time nor any interest whatsoever to "interact" with other gems. Tanzanites were designed to be isolated, anti-social, and "emotionless". She wasn't even interested in her own diamond. Simply seeing her diamond as a tool to give her existence a purpose rather than an authority figure, someone to fear and respect. Her diamond did not deserve her respect.
Tanzanite never respected or cared for other gems, including the diamonds. She saw Homeworld as a flawed excuse of a society. She saw the diamonds as poor excuses of leaders. She saw others gems as idiotic pawns to Homeworld and to the diamonds. Even so, she kept living a lie to fulfill her purpose, to make herself something more, and to hope that one day she'll see the diamonds fail. She gathered various materials from around the room and began to sketch another invention to please her diamond.
This is her purpose.
A/N: Ok this was a bit shitty and short, but later on the chapters will be longer…hopefully…