Disclaimer: I do not own Steven Universe. Or One Piece.
Author's note: it won't always be in first person.
Is it morning already? (Green. Gold. Mr. Bushido.)
Light is shining in my eyes, and I can't help but to block out the sun with my hand. (Sleeping in. Summer vacation. Clear skies. Sun through windshields.)
Uggh. I hate it when my sleep is interrupted by sunlight. Did I leave the blinds open overnight again?
When I notice the slight decline behind me, one of my hand goes out to the ledge I didn't know was there until I do. I trip on nothing, and I go tumbling backwards.
When I stop I'm at the bottom of a tight tunnel, and the end hurts. Through the fall I could tell that the walls were close, my elbows had scraped.
Although my eyes are still closed, the light ahead is blinding, I pull myself up. Once again to the surface of the Eart- to the surface. (Earth?)
Where are my glasses? I'll keep tripping without them. Where are they?
Glasses? What are those? Sssssshhh-zzzht-
Uggh. My head, it hurts.
I clutch my forehead in pain, but it doesn't help.
Wait... Why was I standing earlier?
Of course, I was standing. It was natural, I felt. This was where I belong.
I open my eyes.
My face neutral as I turned my head to the right and than to the left. There was a row of people as far as the eye could see. Behind us there was a cliff wall, and behind each person there was their own personal hole.
Personal hell? Am I in hell?
Zzzht- I wince in pain, but faced forward. Someone was coming.
(A devil?)