Welcome to the first chapter of the what if story. This one is about Peridot and her life in a slight different setting from the show. Lets see how she will fair in a different environment and how much does the environment we live in changes who we really are. This is my first story in a long time so i apologize straight away for what your about to read. hehehe.

Chapter 1

We All Start From Nothing

Black, white, black, white, black and white again. Visions of ever shifting colors was the only think she knew for who knows how long. Existence was a new experience for a gem… came to think of it the only experience so far. "Well… this is boring" was the first clear thought which young gems had managed to form. "Just Light and Darkness, there must be more to this then ….that!" the gem had started to shake away for its confines of the empty space, this void of colors, wait, what was that? movement? This was all so new and yet it felt so natural "Is this what instinct feels like?" with only her will she had tried moving the blobs of blackness in the void of light and after time when she was on a verge of giving up a slight movement had been made by one of the black blobs, no much, barley noticeable, but movement nonetheless. "Yes… Yes! I am the best! I am great! ….. I am so bored!" this was the start but she wanted more, she needed more. Over the next … she didn't know, there were no time indicators in the empty infinity but she had presumed that it was long enough, she had managed to collect a substantial amount of black light in to a single mass.

She didn't know how long it had been when she had started organizing and forming the shape from the black tar like blobs, with some practice she had found that the shape which she had molded had started to resemble something. Upon closer examination she had found out that the shape had a torso four limbs and a triangular head. Something about that shape had felt just right to her, like she had always had meant to create it that way, she felt like any other shape would just be unnatural. She had admired her handy work closely, going around it smoothing some places and roughening others until she had felt it was perfect. The only thing that were left was to add face features and her creation would be complete. First came the Vision sphere, then came the scent sponge and finely last but not least the noise producer. She took a step back to once again admire her masterpiece. Good shape, nice features, the shape was perfect except for one thing, the aspect of the body which was driving her crazy… it was short! Like way too short, she looked around but to her disappointment there were no more black tar blobs anywhere in sight "AAA, BLAST THIS ALL TO VOID, I NEED PERFECTION! IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK?!...sigh… well at list it's something". The last thing which she had felt she needed to do was to imprint a shape onto it, she didn't know why but she felt compelled to do so, by what, she couldn't tell but somehow she knew that she needed to do it as if the world itself was guiding her hand, so without much thought she moved to the figure and with a single motion of her arm/mind had drown a upside down triangle in the middle of the figures forehead.

As soon as her emblem was finished something odd had happened, she had started to feel a slight tugging of her essence towards the figure as if she was standing in a tunnel with a strong wind pulling her. At first it was nothing, just a slight tingling feeling of being pulled but with every moment it had made it harder and harder to resist the persistent pull. With every passing moment she could feel her panic growing within her "OH NO! OH NO! OH NO! OH NO! WHAT IN THE VOIDS NAME IS GOING ON! I AM NOT READY FOR THIS… WHAT EVER THIS IS!" she felt scared, she felt like this was the end and she had only started existing. Panic was spreading all over her as she could feel more and more of her self being pulled and consumed by the figure. She was resisting it with all of her will but she would have had more luck stopping an avalanche with her bear hand then resisting this pull. "It CANT END THIS WAY, I HAVE ONLY STARTED EXISTING!" no matter how she screamed or pleaded it was no use, eventually all that she knew was that the dark figure was consuming her hole and there was nothing that she could do to stop, with a final scream and a cry she knew no more of the empty bright void and instead all she could see was darkness.

"What?" was the first clear thought which had formed in her poor throbbing head. "Wait, it's all so dark…. Where the in voids name if light?" with a slight straggle and movement she could feel…. Feel! "This is new" in the void there was no feeling, no pain no… anything and now sensation was flowing in to her at a scaring rate, like she had woken up for the first time (which was in her case very accurate). All those sensations were too much for her to handle, how do you go from not feeling anything, to all of a sudden being able to feel? Fear and panic had seized her by the throat, she didn't know how to handle this, this … whatever this is. After some time of panicking, flailing and crying she had started to come to her senses again "OK, keep yourself together, this just another chapter in your life story. You can do this, just keep yourself calm…. OH MY VOID I AM GOING TO DIE IN HERE!... NO! Keep calm I say! Demm it… Deep breath… there we go, easy, easy…. Ok so what do I know so far, I was somewhere bright, empty and free and now I am somewhere dark, cramped and cold" analyzing this palace had given her some peace of mind and calmed her down even further. She found that understanding something tended to make her relax more so she tried exploring a little bit more, which her touch stumps she had started to explore the area around her in hopes of understanding it better. The area in which she had found herself was cold to the touch, stone with very smooth walling. The other thing which she found out about this strange place was that it was raffle shaped as her own form creating a little tunnel to her back, she could almost take a half a step back before hitting a wall. "Well this is interesting, but not answers any questions so far, questions like: where am I? Who am I? ... What am I!? Huh?" what brought her out of her questioning mind was a slight faint sound on something small hitting a stone right above her with a small sound "tink,tink,tink" "what in a name of the rocks is this now" instinctually she tried backing away and was reworded with her head smacking the wall behind her. "Ahh! Demm it! Demm it! Demm it!" she cried clutching her head with her touch stumps which had only caused the pain to intensify upon her tach. "Well this existence is by far my least favorite one out of the two." After some time, the pain had subsided however the sound of "tink,tink,tink" did not. It did start to sound a little bit fainter almost like it was moving away from her.

She waited and waited and waited nothing seem to have changed except for the sound going fainter and fainter. After some time she had started thinking of her next course of actions, which in her mind came to only two option, either stay put in the tunnel or try to scrape her way forward as upon examination she had found that the rock wall in front of her was kind of soft to the touch and with a little bit of effort she could scrape away at the stone with her touch stumps. "Well I did try doing nothing and that achieved nothing so the only logical course of action would be trying something opposite." She give a delightful giggle at her own brilliance and with a smile had started to scratch her way to what she was hope was freedom. After some time of scratching she had found out that the progress moved at agonizingly slow pace, trying to scratch a wall no matter how soft the stone was had been a pure challenge to her psych, she was about to give up until she had finely managed to pry a single stone out of the wall in front of her, it fell to the ground with an audible "tink". That sound had sent a delightful array of emotion through the young gem feeling. She had been reworded with one answer and 100 more questions. "Well that answers what that sound was... Sigh... This is going to be a long journey"

Time passed and the work was plentiful. Ever sense she had managed to pry that one rock from the wall she had made a discovery, if she had smashed the rock against the wall she could make progress at almost twice the speed that she would if she just used her own bare hands and so became a long journey of constant "Tink, Tink, Tink" of the rock hitting the wall and furthering her tunnel in to the great unknown. Once in a while a chunks of rock would fall off the wall causing the dust to fly up in to the air around her, which in its stead would cause her to cough and sneeze temperately hulling her progress. Whenever she grow tired or bored of smashing the wall with her favorite rock she would collect the fallen stones from the ground and orange them based on their size "big ones go at the end of the tunnel and small ones go to the front" she made something of a collection out of it, whenever a stone of the size which she didn't have would fall off the wall she would find herself giggling with excitement at a prospect of adding a new piece to her collection. The other activity which helped her fight boredom had turned out to be as she called it "mind wall scrabbling" which involved her taking a specifically sharp rock which she had come to call (Mindstone) and scrabbling whatever came to her mind on a stone wall on either side of her. Her "art" usually portrait different sized shapes from squares to circle to triangle. It was just something that made sense to her, helped to ease her mind from the ever expanding tunnel which she was digging. However sometimes this would lead her down the dark trail of thoughts. "I have been doing this for a while now if my collection is any indicator" looking back in the tunnel she could count at least 45 rocks, not to mention small pebbles which she kept on the side for variety sake. "What if this never ends? Is this what existence truly is? Just endless digging through the tunnel of stone and darkness?" well to be fair there wasn't any other alternative, do or don't not much is going to change, however doing something at list gave slight hope that something might change along the way, so back to work you go.

Tink, tink, tink went the monotone sound of rock against rock, her collection had kept expanding, the tunnel kept growing and the paintings kept multiplying. It's funny how something so monotones can eventually became part of you if you do it for long enough. Routine of work had eventually settled into her mind which usually went something like: hit the wall until you have 5 rocks then orange the rocks into shapes and sizes, then paint something on a wall, repeat. To be fair she had started to enjoy her life in this tunnel, she had everything she had ever needed in there: plenty of space, good hobby, a purpose in life. So perhaps that was the reason that one day it had all came to a crashing end.

It was the day like any other, she had just finished scratching her latest shape on the wall and was going back to the wall to continue her progress but as she hit the wall something strange had happened, instead of her rock being rehashes from the wall with a splinter of a rocks falling down, instead it had kept going through the wall. She didn't know it yet but this simple action had signified a new chapter in the young gems life {welcome to the world}.

Well here it is. The first chapter. Tell me what you think, be honest with me. I am not afraid of negative reviews, they help me to understand what i am doing wrong. Any way hope you enjoyed the chapter :) see you next time.