If forced to choose, Debbie would say that out of all of her characteristics, she hated how useless she became under extreme stress the most.
Stress made her jittery. Extreme stress made her have the energetic insides of a sugar rush with the inner turmoil of the terminally insane.
Peridot hadn't been home in days, and had gone off only God knows where only a few days after losing her leg.
Debbie sat back on one of the sofas, hands folded neatly to allow her chin to rest atop them. Her body was buzzing with anxious energy, begging her to look for the "evil" green gem she had befriended.
However, her mind was securely rooted to the fact that she had no clue as to where the gem had gone.
How does one look for a friend without enough information to even make an educated guess.
Debbie continued to grow more agitated, growling under her breath as she continually drew blank after blank.
*I always thought I might be bad, now I'm sure that it's true-!*
Debbie shrieked as her ringtone suddenly sliced the silent intensity of the atmosphere, effectively startling her.
With a huff, the woman snatched her phone from the end table and accepted the call.
"Hello?" She asked, doing her best to keep the agitation out of her tone.
*Uh...Uh, is this Debbie?* a voice asked hesitantly.
Debbie immediately noted the tone sounded male, but like a kid at the same time. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she finally replied, "Yes. This is Debbie. May I ask who's calling me?"
*Ah! Good! My name is Steven! Steven Universe.*
Debbie's pulse momentarily sped up with alarm, Peridot had mentioned this one.
"Steven Universe." Debbie repeated, "I've heard about you."
*You have?* Steven asked, sounding surprised, *Well, that's cool I guess.*
"Hm. And just why are you calling me Steven?" Debbie asked cautiously, struggling to sound pleasant while she formulated scenarios in her head.
*Well, we've got Peridot and-.*
"You have Peridot?!" Debbie yelped, fearing greatly for the young gem's life.
*Wait! Please, don't freak out! She's safe! I promise!*
Debbie was beginning to panic, until muffled sounds of the phone being shuffled around.
*Debbie,* a new, more serious and feminine voice spoke, *We need you to come to our home in Beach City. We have Peridot, and she has information to share with us. But she won't say anything unless you're here too.*
'How typical of Salad Fingers.' Debbie thought.
"I can be there shortly."
*Good. We'll-.*
"Can I speak to her for a moment?!" Debbie pleaded, "Just for a minute. I need to ask her a question."
There was a indecisive grunt and some muffled talking before the telltale sound of the phone being handed off were heard.
*Hello?! Debbie?*
"Yes, Peridot. It's Debbie."
*Hurry up and get over here!* Peridot snapped, *We need to get started immediately!*
"I know! But I needed to know if I could use the warp pad to get there." Debbie explained.
Peridot hummed thoughtfully, *I think you could if you used that belt of yours.*
"Thanks, see you soon Salad Fingers." Debbie smirked and hung up.
Rushing downstairs, the woman retrieved her belt from the desk and hesitantly wove it through her jean-loops. With a wary cringe she clicked it together and another series of bright flashes emitted from it.
However, the static was louder this time and Debbie began to panic as a green light began spreading over her body from the gem.
Debbie shrieked as she found herself unable to remove the belt, no matter how hard she tugged. The green light covered her eyes and Debbie could feel herself changing.
The light worked quickly and it was only a few moments before it faded. Debbie, wide eyed and close to having a panic-attack, dashed upstairs to the bathroom. She screamed at the reflection that greeted her.
Shorter hair, yellow-green visor, teal and light blue trench coat/jumpsuit hybrid, and alien-like combat boots.
Within mere seconds Debbie gripped both ends of the belt and yanked it hard, forcing the two ends apart and reversing the transformation with a simple flash of light.
Debbie gasped, hyperventilating in shock.
"Y'know what? How about fuck that?" The woman swallowed thickly, "Screw alien portals and belts that belong in the realm of magical-girl animes and franchises...I'll take my truck."
After one final self-inspection in the mirror, Debbie hurried downstairs and out the front door. True to her vow, she hopped inside the old pickup and tossed the belt in the backseat.
"Next stop: Beach City."