Hey guys! Here's another chapter of my story! I had to re watch the movie and split it up into chapters, plus add in some events of my own.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
"I almost fell in a well yesterday Jasper."
"...Mmm…"
"I could've died."
"... Sounds great Steven…"
The said boy sighed deeply as he looked out at the rain pouring outside. He loved to see the rain, it made him happy instead of gloom like he felt a bit now. It's been two days, and yet Steven was already extremely bored. He didn't even bother to unpack any of this stuff cause that sounded boring too at this point. Right now he was in the dirty kitchen by the sink, leaning against his good hand as he watched the rain pour outside. He saw the garden outside all dead and depressing. The teen wanted to start gardening as soon as possible so when he's friends came over they can hang out there. If only his parents weren't so busy.
He could clearly hear Jasper typing away on her laptop at the table behind him, completely ignoring Steven's comments. Both her and his Dad have been typing ever since they got the power on today. It was so annoying. They all but ignored him at point and to be honest, it irritated the boy. All he wanted to do now was go outside and at least play in the mud. Steven loves the went on a rainy day. It was like a messier form of playing in the snow on summer day.
"Hey Jasper," Steven walked over to her, hearing her hum stating that she was listening. "Can I go out. I think it's a perfect for gardening."
The long haired woman sighed and rubbed her face, minding her nose ring, and shook her head as she typed once again. "No Steven. Rain makes mud, and mud makes mess. The house is dirty as it is and we don't need it looking worst."
"But Jasper, I thought you said I could work on the garden before my friends came here to visit in the summer." Steven frowned sadly, coming up closer to his step-mother as he spoke. "That's six more months away and I need to get it ready."
Jasper growled before looking back up at her step-son. The two never really got a long since she came into the boy's life, and to be honest with herself he was a bit of a pain. She sighed and frowned even more as she placed her glasses done. "Steven, I'm not gonna start another argument with you. You still need to unpack and then help your father clean up the place. Now match!"
Steven hated it when she yelled, but he obeyed the order and left Jasper alone once more. How could his father ever fall for someone like her? She was so much different from the stories about his real mother. Rose was sweet, caring, and an all around good person who never gets angry so easily. With Jasper, it was like comparing a kitten to a bulldog. With a defeated sigh, the hybrid left the kitchen and walked down the hall, only to stop when the mail went through a doggy dog on the front door. Well, the boy thought it was mail at first, but didn't they have a mailbox outside? It looked more like a package. As Steven walked over to pick it up, he saw the object was wrapped in dirty old newspaper and the package felt really light. Looking back over to the kitchen entrance, the young brunette unwraps the package, finding a little note inside.
It read,
Hey Pebble,
Found something in my grandmother's old trunk. Does this belong to you, cause it had your name on it.
Your Friend, Peridot.
"My name on it." Getting more confused and curious, Steven finished unwrapping the package. He gasped softly at what he saw inside. It was a small little pink lion doll, but it was worn out and pretty old too. It was the size of a kitten and very soft to the touch. It had pink fluffy hair on its head and tail, looking like some of the hair had fell off over the years. It had big black buttons for eyes, making the boy think that this was handmade, and on the left size of its body was a dirty yellow star. In the star was he name 'Steven Universe', perfectly stitched and sewed in with a curved font.
The name though was what threw the boy off though. "Steven Universe? That's a bit weird for a last name." Steven shrugged, tossing the newspaper to the side as he stood fully up. "Well it's better than plain old DeMayo."
As Steven looked down at the pink fluffy lion doll, he couldn't help but smile into the button eyes as he held it close and went to check on his father. He went to his dad's study room, seeing towers of boxes in the room as Greg was looking in different boxes and worked on filing things. He was planning on opening his very own Car Wash since his music shop didn't go so well in Beach City. The old man didn't mind it, since he worked in car washes all his life being trying a shot at his own shop. Steven was a bit disappointed that his dad was quitting on opening a new music shop. He never liked the idea.
"Hey dad," Steven smiled when he saw his dad just shocked, always finding him funny. "How's the unpacking going?"
"Man Steven. Warn your old man next time if you're going to be sneaking up on me like that," Greg spoke, calming his heart rate as he rubbed his neck.
The boy smiled softly. "Sorry dad, so how is everything going?"
Greg smiled tiredly and looking back in the boxes a bit. "Pretty good so far kiddo. Still trying those tools to start working on my cash wash tomorrow in town." He wiped the sweat from his brow, looking back at his son and the doll in his hands. "What's the pink lion doll?"
"Oh, you mean Lion," Steven named it at the top of his head, liking it as he showed his dad. "I got it from a friend."
"I see… Oh there it is!" Greg pushed his son gently away as he pulled out an old red tool box from one of the boxes behind him, completely ignoring the boy. "Found my tool box! Man, I thought for a second there that I let them back in Beach City."
Steven smiled when seeing his father happy like that, even if it was by the sight of his misplaced tool box. For some reason, Greg hardly had smiled since they came here to the Diamond Palace. he only even did if he was talking to his son or wife Jasper. The brunette thought at first it was because of his new marriage, but dismissed it when it was really just the stress of the move. Still, just seeing his father upset for the past two days was really unsettling, and Steven didn't like it.
"Well dad," Steven spoke up, getting his father's attention. "I was wondering if you want to come out and garden with me in the mud?"
The smile on Greg's face quickly died away as he looked out the window of his office. Seeing the frown made the boy wince a bit as his dad said, "I don't know Steven… It's pouring out there."
"It's just rain dad."
"What did the boss lady say to this?"
"Don't Even Think Of Leaving The House Steven DeMayo," Steven pulled up a big grouchy voice, making his dad laugh before he shook his head at his son.
"Heh, yeah sorry Stew-ball," Greg ruffled his son's hair, getting back to his boxes. "But it looks like we'll be doing that later."
Greg frowned when he saw the defeat in his son's eyes. He really did hate seeing Steven so sad and down, but it was raining too much outside and he really didn't want mud in the house. Thinking up of something quick, the old musician pulled out a notepad and pen from one of the boxes, handing to his son. "You know this house is 150 years old."
"Um… yeah," the young boy was confused as he took the notepad in his hand.
"So go around and explore!" Greg said as he pushed Steven outside into the hallway. "Go write down anything interesting or blue at least. Come back to me when you write the number of the windows down too. Any leaking ones so i pack the holes up. Okay Steven?"
"Okay Dad," and with that, Greg closed the door to his study room, leaving Steven and his doll Lion to look around the whole house.
It wasn't that bad of a place, besides how old it was. As Steven walked down the wall, he looked to his left to see dirty windows that showed the outside of the house to the barn like shed. They were messy and hard to see through, so he wiped some of it away so he could see the grey and gloomy storm as the rain continued to pour. He even made a smaller view point for his doll Lion to see, writing down the twelve leaky and dirty windows on his notepad. He next went further down the hall, but only a very tall mirror that was left here by the last owner. The mirror was surprising clean and in perfect condition, but was boring to the boy as he only saw himself and his doll on it. Steven turned back and went towards the stairs, but not before tripping on the rug.
"Ow! Shit!"
"Hey," That was Jasper, who heard the shout. "No cussing in there!"
Steven pouted and stood up, shooting back to the angry woman. "Sorry!"
Not getting a response back, the boy left to go upstairs to the bathroom. While he did, he noted down all the little blue things he saw in the hallway. He found a blue umbrella which he had never seen before. When he opened it up and twirled around with like he was Mary Poppins, the boy noticed that there was a lighter blue diamond in the center of the umbrella. That was very interesting design so the boy kept the umbrella with him by strapping it to his back. He then found blue boots and even a old toy, but the boots had holes in them and the toy was broken when Steven tried to start it. It even started to smoke, so he left it back on the abandon shelf. He rushed away to the bathroom, not wanting to cause a fire as he noted the things he found down.
By the time Steven made it to the bathroom, he yelled in disgust when seeing long and brown looking bugs just crawling all around the tub and the shower walls. It was sick, and the fact that this was to be his bathroom was just gross. In angry, the boy placed his stuff down and went to killed the bugs with his bare hands. It was disgusting, but once the bugs were gone or dead he went to clean off his hands. Too bad the drain was set to shower and not tub, cause the moment he turned it on he got water on his hair and face.
"Agh! Oh come on!"
Leaving the bathroom behind, and the whole upstairs, Steven rushed back down stairs and into the hallway again. As he walked over to the living room, he stopped to see a door right next to the stairs he forgot to look into. Once he opened the door, the boy knew quick that it was just basically the heater room. Noting that it wasn't blue, Steven still took note on his hot the heater was. He shook his still damp hair and yelped seeing the water droplets hiss and turn to smoke once it touched the heater. That was dangerous, he remembered to underline 'very' hot on the list of before he turned off the lights and went to leave the room. At the press of the button, Steven was quick to see the lights in the house flicker and then shut off completely. In Greg's study room, the boy's father was standing on top of boxes before the lights went out, shocking the old man as the tower of boxes fell and he yelled.
A crash was heard in the hallway. It came from the study room, and Steven bit his lip knowing it was his fault. Quickly the boy went back into the heater room and turned to lights back on, now seeing the big sign saying over the light switch saying "Do Not Push!"
He slammed the door shut, looking down at his Lion doll when saw his act. Steven whispered to it, "This never happened…"
Walking quickly to the living room, Steven noticed that this was the only room besides his that didn't have any piles of boxes inside. It was just a big tall flat box by the fireplace, and two smaller boxes by the table. The boy placed his doll and notepad down as he saw just what these boxes really were. He picked up the closest one and placed it on the table, opening it up quickly with a big grin on his face. This box was special. It was a box of photo frames before he was born. There was one of his mom and day out on the boardwalk of Beach City, breaking the ferris wheel to save a baby Sour Cream. There was another one where his dad had a concert, but only his mom showed up. They looked so happy though. One by one, Steven placed the picture frames up above the fireplace. He even placed one of his dad's and Jasper's wedding. Jasper was in a nice white dress even though she didn't look all to happy in it, but she did smile as Steven was in the center of them holding their hands. It was really the only picture with Jasper init that he liked. The wedding was beautiful.
Steven backed up to see the wonderful photos all together, but then looked up to see a much bigger portrait higher up. He frowned when seeing the dark skin little girl wearing a blue dress, her hair was long and dark brown as she wore a orange gemstone bracelet. She was eating ice cream, but it fell and spill on the floor. It was a sad painting. Why would anyone put it up on their fireplace?
"That's really depressing," Steven commented out loud, grabbing his notepad as he wrote. "One sad painting of a poor girl. Name was… Carnelian." He read the craving on the photo frame, frowning as he looked back at the girl. "Pretty name, too bad she lost her ice cream."
He then looked around and counted the windows in the room, writing it down. "Four more windows.. looks they could be leaking as well.. and no more doors. Done!" Steven smiled at his list and saw the rain outside had stopped. Thinking that his dad now might want to go outside with him, the boy went to grab for his Lion only to be grasping nothing but air. "Huh?"
Where did his doll go? He couldn't have lost it already. Steven didn't want to lose his gift Peridot gave him, even though it was old he really did like the doll. He started to search for the little guy under the table, nothing finding him there. Getting a bit worried now, he looked around rapidly before the pink guy caught in his line of vision. He was behind the much larger box on the side of the wall. Now how did he get there?
Not wanting to wait to go outside any longer, Steven got on his knees to go and grab his lion doll. He pet the soft pink hair before looking back behind the large box. When he thought he saw something, he pushed the box back and gasped at the tiny door in front of him. It was about the same height as him kneeling down in front of it, and pretty wide as well. It was bright pink with a little Diamond design on it. Where could this door go to? His interest and curiosity now peaked, Steven calls out to Jasper. "Hey Jasper! Where does this door go to!?"
"I'm busy brat!" Steven frowned with a pout, knowing that she only called him that when she was very upset with something else.
He smirked as he played his best card to get what he wanted. "I think the door is locked!" He took louder for good measure. "Please Mommy!"
He heard a laptop slammed in the distant. "AGH!" Yes, it worked! Steven smiled excitedly as Jasper got up and looked into the draw they have of all kinds of keys. She found an very old dark pink one with a button type design. With a growl she walked into the living room to see Steven kneeling by a tiny door painted over and sealed shut. With an annoyed look, the tall woman glared at the boy. "If I do this, would you leave me alone then brat?"
"Yes Mum," Steven nodded happily, knowing that calling her that would get her to do it.
With another sigh on Jasper's part, the step-mother pushed the boy aside as she used the key in her hand to cut through the wallpaper. Steven's eyes slowly began to grow stars, hoping to find something cool behind the door. Little did they know, a small limp doll was looking at the door too, its big black eyes gleaming as Jasper finally unlocked the tiny door. When she opened it, Steven quickly frowned to see nothing but big red angry bricks blocking up the door entrance.
"What. It's bricked up!?" Steven complained, looking at Jasper in confusion.
The blonde haired female sighed and rolled her eyes as she stood up. "They must have blocked it off when they divided up the house."
"But… why is the door so small?"
"A deal's a deal brat," Jasper snapped, walking away with the key. "Shut it!"
Steven sighed and closed the door, not even bothering to tell his step-mother that she forgot to lock it. As the boy stood up, he heard the rain start up and groaned in anger. Guess that still meant no leaving the house for the day. He frowned sadly and picked up his Lion doll, grabbing his new umbrella as well the boy walked up to his bedroom. Before he left though, he couldn't help but look at the pink door one last time, turning away too quickly to notice the pink door glow a blue color.