Hello everyone I am TheOddOne453 and I'm still relatively new to Fanfiction considering that this is my Third story I've ever made. Please don't criticize my grammar and spelling to badly cause I'm still new to this (my other two stories were decent but not put together well) but if you have some polite suggestions feel free to comment. Recently I have been reading a lot of Steven Universe self inserts and I wanted to give one a try. If a lot of people like this story I will try my best to post as many chapters as I can. Here is a list of some Fanfictions that I drew inspiration from and I suggest that if you like my work you should give these a read to.

Where am I? by bmidd111 {can be found on Fanfiction}

I will not bow (Steven Universe Peridot Self Insert) by Paya {can be found on SpaceBattles }

Red as a Ruby (Steven Universe Ruby Insert) by OneOfManyMasks {can be found on SpaceBattles}

Disclaimer: The rights of Steven Universe belong to Cartoon Network and Rebeca Sugar. I made this story for fun so please support the official cartoon. Also the cover art was created by me.

"What's up?"- Normal speech

'What's up?'- Internal speech

"What's up!"- Yelling/Attack names

Little Blue Monster (A Steven Universe Reincarnated SI)

Chapter 1: Wake up get out There

Unknown P.O.V

Let the record show that I'm kind of an idiot and that's the reason why I'm here. I know I'm not the smartest guy in the room but for this to happen to me is just fucking ridiculous! Why did I have to die! I should still be alive right now! I thought I had more time to finally get off my lazy ass! I didn't have the chance to say goodbye to my family! I didn't make something for myself yet! I still haven't finished One Piece for Pete sake!

'Calm down, deep breaths.' I told myself as I slowed my breathing down in a effort to calm my rage. Once I felt all rage and anger getting out of my system I thought to myself:

'I guess its true that you cant choose how and when you die sometimes.'

I'm a normally cautious guy, always worrying about everything going wrong (High Anxiety and Depression will do that to you) but I try to stay optimistic and positive even when I shouldn't. The little things in life were all I needed to be happy, family, friends,...Internet, I didn't need much. When I was not at work or with my family I would spend the rest of the day on my computer watching videos on YouTube or reading Fanfiction. I've always made time for my family whether it was for movie nights, helping them out financially, or just helping around the house. I'm always happy to help. Despite being in my mid 20's I still lived with my parents and the family dog (he's a cute little Pug named Richie btw) doing my best to help out and earn my keep, I do still feel bad that I had to rely on my parents for everything and I'm glad I have loving support parents that will help me whenever I needed it.

...Well had. Cause I'm dead.

I hope my death wasn't hitting my family to hard right now, I will miss them all and I hope my death isn't giving them to much grief.

I've always hated seeing my parents upset and now some random cop is going to break the bad news to them. I wish I could come back to them or at least say goodbye to them all. Funny thing is I'm pretty sure its been a couple of months since I died but I cant be too certain cause its hard to figure out how much time has passed since then. Being in a Black Void for so long reaaaally warps your view of time. I have no idea how long I've been in this void for, hell I've might have been here for months now...or a few hours.

Again no way to tell the time. I still wish I had my watch on me right now.

Oh right I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Oliver Alkaios Hartmann but everyone calls me Olly. I'm your standard 25 year old Caucasian man who works at a local Dentist office as a receptionist and I get along well with practically everyone there (except for Jerry, he's an asshole). I'm a Artist who loves to watch anime, play video games, watch cartoons, and I really like to read online stories (mostly Fanfiction). I was born and raised in Massachusetts and lived in the beautiful city of Worcester for all my life. I was born on October 30th on the year 1997, I was supposed to be born on Halloween but I came out just a single day too early. I had a normal childhood, average school life, graduated college with a Fine Arts Degree, and just had a normal life in general. Now as for what I look like I have slightly tanned skin that shows that I barely go outside every once in awhile (I've been more of a indoor kind of guy as I got older). As for the rest of my appearance I'm your standard 5'2, brown haired, blue eyed, cleanly shaved, glasses wearing, and freckled faced guy. I have a single birthmark on my right arm that looks like a dark brown ink blot and I have a scar on my left eyebrow that I got when I was 12. Due to the placement of the scar it gave me a permanent horizontal eyebrow slit. The outfit I'm wearing right now is a simple light blue dress shirt with one chest pocket, a dark red tie, light brown khaki pants, my black framed glasses, and my black and white slip on sneakers (this was my work uniform). At some point in my imprisonment I learned it was possible to change out of my uniform and into my casual clothes just by thinking about it. I didn't bother to ask questions at this point and I just excepted it. I imagined myself in my casual clothes and to my shock a white light covers up my body and transforms my work clothes into my casual clothes. The new clothes I have on right now is a black t-shirt with white text on the front that says "Respect the Gamer", dark blue jeans, and a plain Varsity Jacket with white sleeves, a black body with two front pockets, and a purple hood. On top of my head is a black snapback hat that has a red triangle shape design on the front, and finally I still have on my slip on sneakers. It feels nice to be in these clothes again, much more comfortable too. Almost makes me forget that I couldn't summon my watch for some reason, which could be really useful right now!

Anyways lets talk about my parents before I blow a gasket.

My mom's name was Alyssa Drakos before she got married and she used to live in Grease with her extended family. My mother always wanted to travel and at some point she and her family moved to America and met my Dad in Highschool. My father Jacob Hartmann used to live in Germany before moving to America and he was born an only child. During my parents time in Highschool they met each other and immediately fell in love. They eventually graduated, got a house together, got married, and had me and my sister. As for their jobs they both work in the Worcester Regional Airport for about 40 years now, my Dad works as a mechanic and my Mom's a financier for the airport. They are both great at there jobs and they are really well liked by both our community and by the higher ups but I do notice that there jobs are starting to put a mental toll on them both. I mentioned before that I have a younger sister, her name is Sarah and we have always had a strong bond between us. We would always play toys with each other and watch Disney movies together. She always had a real passion for baking and she occasionally brings some baked goods that she made when she comes to visit. Sarah just became the boss of the bakery she has been working in, her boss had to retire and he felt that my sister was just perfect for the job.

I'm so proud of her and I'm happy to know that she will get far in the world.

She moved out 4 months ago with her boyfriend (his name is Mike) and are currently living in a small apartment together with him in Cherry Valley, I'm glad my sister found someone who loves her and treats her well.

Of course if Mike breaks her heart in any way shape or form I will smash his fucking teeth in.

I don't hate Mike (we tend to get along well enough) and I'm very supportive of my sister so if I ever see my sister crying and upset there will be blood. The oldest should always have to look out for there younger sibling after all. Now as I'm stuck in this Void my mind is asking myself a bunch of questions all at once:

'I wonder if my family knows I'm dead yet?'

'Did the police tell Mom and Dad I'm dead already and are they mourning for me right now?'

'Does Sarah know I'm dead now?'

'Did my family already give me a funeral and bury my casket yet?'

So many questions still left unanswered unfortunately. Despite not doing much with my short life I still felt I had a good and happy life that I would never trade away. I had a wonderful family, a few good friends, a well paying job, a family dog who loves me, what more could you need.

I do have a few regrets to be honest.

I never moved out and got my own place.

I overly relied on my parents for almost everything.

I never bothered trying to find a better paying and less annoying job.

I never kissed or dated a girl ever.

I didn't hangout with my friends more then I should.

I honestly thought I had plenty of time to change but my own fears and laziness kept me back and I promised myself if I were ever given another chance I would make a effort to change but I don't think I will be given that opportunity if I'm stuck in this black empty void.

As I stated before when I died I found myself in this never ending void. The inky black void stretches on for what seams to be miles upon miles with no foreseeable end. There is no sound to be heard, nothing at all to be seen, hell the most surprising thing I discovered wasn't the fact I was floating in mid-air! Don't get me wrong floating in mid air feels amazing, it almost feels like your floating gently underwater except you can breathe and see everything clearly. The issue is that I can't swim or float around anywhere. It would have been so cool to fly or swim around but nope I'm stuck in place.

I can move my arms and legs around so that's at least something.

The real surprise for me wasn't the fact I was in a dark void or that I could summon my old clothes. No, the real surprise for me was that the void itself smelt oddly like freshly cleaned laundry (no the smell didn't come from my clothes). Who would have guessed.

After being stuck in here for who knows how long the novelty of it all wears itself out pretty quickly and now I realize how mentally damaging this place can be. Now normally this is the moment were a person starts to go crazy with the lack of anything to ground themselves with (also suffering from extreme boredom) but luckily for me my thoughts and self asked questions are the two things that are currently keeping me from going crazy. Being in this void gave me a lot of time to think about things.

Like my death for an example.

As for how I died lets just say its always important to look both ways before you cross and to not be looking at your phone while walking into the road. I'm usually very observant when comes to crossing the road but the ONE time I was walking back home from work and went to check my messages on my phone (I already tried and failed to summon my phone so don't ask) did I NOT see OR hear that truck coming towards me.

Yeah I know real cliché, I got hit and killed by Big Daddy Truck-kun.

I feel so embarrassed that I died like that, seriously, that's the kind of death a Japanese protagonist gets before getting Isekai'd to another world. Death by Truck-kun is a gimmick that I personally hated because it felt lazy and stupid. How could you not hear a 400 pound truck coming right for you cause I sure as hell didn't! I would have never thought a truck could be silent, I'd think 'a truck always makes a loud noise from either the exhaust tank going off or the truck driver would blare their horn to tell you to get you off the road' you would think that but nope apparently not. I remember so many time my parents would tell me to 'always be careful' and I normally listen to them, so I guess I didn't even realize I was walking into the road before it was to late. How was I so distracted from reading a single text message that I did not hear a big ass truck rushing towards me. The answer to that question:

Was my own damn fault. I have no one to blame but myself...also the driver but mostly myself!

The look on my face when I saw that truck rushing toward me made me lock up in pure terror. My body refused to move and in that fraction of a second before I got hit by that metal harbinger of death my mind processed a million things at once. I read online that sometimes before a person dies their entire life flashes before there eyes, making you relive your entire life to give you a "this is where you fucked up" moment and let me tell you it true. One thing about myself is that I have a pretty bad memory when it comes to the important thing in life, if it on a topic I really like and have a strong interest in (my job, anime, cartoons, movies, Art, and video games) I have them pretty well memorized (even on those topics I still forget some things). The funny thing was during my final moments I felt as if a fog has been lifted and I started to remember things that I didn't even think I could remember again.

I remembered getting my baby blanket and my first stuffed animal.

All the times I played toys and watch movies with my sister.

One of the best Halloweens I have ever had.

The one birthday where my parents gifted me a Nintendo GameCube and how much fun I had on it.

All the lines from all the school plays that I did from Elementary School all the way to High School.

The names and faces of my schoolmates that I thought I longed forgotten.

A million other thoughts hit me in an instant but before I could look to deep into them everything went dark. You would think getting hit by speed blitzing truck would make you feel immeasurable pain and normally you would be right. I surprisingly felt no pain. My theory is that the truck was moving so fast it killed me in a instant.

Guess my death was quick and painless one.

I still don't know why a truck driver would ever need to move that fast, that asshole should get there license revoked if they already haven't. This reinforced my 4 year long fear of cars and that why I'm still terrified to drive to this day (I had that fear way before I died). Luckily for me my job was only a 20 minute walk away from home. When I woke up and found myself floating in this empty black nightmare I tried to say ("God? Jesus?...Satin? Are you there?") only to realize that I can't make a sound.

I know my lips are moving but no words are coming out, so I stuck with my thoughts for the foreseeable future. At first I thought I was in a room that will then take me to Heaven (kind of like a waiting room), but after being in here for so long I threw that theory out the window. This definitely isn't Heaven so I assumed that this place is Hell by process of elimination. My second theory was that this void is Hell and I was just going through some kind of eternal punishment, but I quickly realized I couldn't have done something so bad that I would be sent to Hell. I know for a fact that I am not a bad person. The only explanation I can make for myself is that this is some kind of limbo and I'm stuck here till some higher being finds me. It creepy at how quiet and foreboding this void is, I tried to make any noise to break the silence.

Talking. Didn't work.

Humming. Didn't work.

Whistling. Didn't-work.

Snapping my fingers. Still-Didn't-work.

I tried everything I could think of but the end result was always the same. I already tried to fly or walk around awhile ago when I got here, I hoped that if I could explore this new environment I might find a way out of here if not just find something (anything) to relive my boredom. When I finally gave up the idea to fly around like Superman (you probably do the same if you could) and with nothing else to do I started to go deep into thought, trying to use my inner thoughts to pass the time.

Which finally leads us to right now.

After doing a mixture of pondering my inner thoughts with any and every topic I could possibly think of as well as sleeping in order to help pass the time (it was a surprise to me too that I could fall asleep even though technically my 'body?' didn't need to) I have to admit that I might be going slightly crazy with the lack of anything around me. I'm pretty sure I been here for at least 2 months or more and my sanity is slowly slipping away from me. At this point I am now mentally praying to GOD for anything (and I do mean anything) to help ease my mental pain and mental decline. At this point I don't care what happens to me anymore I'll take anything to relieve the boredom.

I regret what I just said.

After begging to the universe itself for some kind of miracle I started to feel the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. I have never felt a pain this severe, this agonizing, and this intensely in all my life. Before this happened the worst pain I have ever experienced was just a fractured arm. This pain far exceeds that. Imagine your flesh being melted by hot coals, all of your bones have been injected with molten magma, and all your organs are on the verge to fucking explode.

Now imagine that not only happening all at once but the pain gets worse every second.

I immediately screamed at the top of my lungs only to be met with silence. Oh yeah that right I forgot about the 'no noise' rule. Even though I couldn't hear myself scream I knew I was still screaming in pure agony. The pain became increasingly more agonizing by the second, making it hard to both keep myself awake and to focus on anything. As my eyes felt heavy and start to close I could feel the sensation of Death himself coming towards me, I knew that if I were to close my eyes right now my soul will be erased and I will cease to exist. As my mind starts to fade into nothingness and my eyes are about to shut itself forever I thought to myself:

'...Why do I have to die again?'

'...'

'...'

'...Yeah now that I think about it... why should I die again? Have I already suffered enough as it is? I already lost everything and now some unknown force thinks I need to suffer more! No...I refuse to go down like this! Why was I going to except my death again?! I'm not going to let some high power control me for there own amusement?! THERE IS NO WAY IN Hell IM GOING TO DIE AGAIN WITHOUT A FIGHT!' I mentally screamed to both myself and to the universe itself.

I was never an angry person, I usually kept all of my rage deep within me and never let it out. Until now. I thought that since I have nothing left to loose anymore that I would have no reason to hold back anymore. When I finally gave into my rage and anger I felt a tidal wave of power coursing through my veins. It made me feel like I could fight off death.

So I did just that.

I did the best I could to fight off the agonizing pain, I used every ounce of my will, determination, and rage to keep my soul from fading. This new found power made me feel I was choking out Death himself and spitting on his face. How dare he try and kill me again! How dare he!? I kept my metaphoric chokehold on Death and refused to let him go knowing fully well that if I do Death will overpower me and take my soul. Despite getting a "power boost" I still felt death trying to take me.

I wont give him the chance.

I always thought my or flight response would lean more towards running away like a scared animal but no my body is standing its ground and its refusing to run away. This was one of the few time I have ever felt true pride in myself. I kept my hold on death and struggled to not loose my grip, my survival instincts made my brain lock out any stray thoughts so I can put all my focus on staying alive. Back when I was alive I had a hard time paying attention to things (if my death was anything to go by) but now that I know that my survival is all based on not being distracted by a single thought, and to not stop resisting I put all of my focus in keeping my mind blank. I made sure not a single stray thought pops up in my head and continued my assault. The "battle" between me and Death went on for what felt like hours, both of us refusing to give up even a single inch knowing that one false move will decide everything. All of a sudden the intense pain I was feeling and the sensation of dying just stops dead in its track. I felt Death worming its way out of my grasp and fleeing in fear from me like a coward, as I finally got a moment to compose myself I thought:

'Why did the pain just stop now? Better yet why did it even start in the first place and how can I even feel pain if I already died?'

I tried to come up with some explanation as to what just happened and after failing to think of anything plausible I realized in the end it didn't really matter. What mattered now was to try and find a way out of this hellhole, but first I have to celebrate!

'I won...I actually won!' I screamed internally as I basked in my victory.

Now normally I not the kind of person to boast my accomplishments but what I just did right now was probably the most impressive thing I have ever done in my life. I cheated death. Not a lot of people can say that so forgive me if I sound like a pretentious asshat. I would have never thought I could do something like this, I really thought I was going to die again but I pulled through and persevered. At first I remembered feeling so scared knowing fully well that I was so close to dying again and then the rage came in to help me in my darkest hour. Now that I think about it the rage that I was feel during the struggle just evolved into pure excitement. Right now I feel a rush off adrenaline coursing through my body. The feeling of escaping death and surviving a near death experience gave me a rush that I want to experience again. No, I need to experience that again! The thrill of the fight, my heart beating like crazy, the euphoric feeling of surviving a situation you know you were going to loose, it so addictive!

I think I might be turning into a Adrenaline Junkie.

As I was distracted by my deep inner thoughts a bright blinding light appeared in the distance forcing me to try and block the light with my hands. The white glow was as bright as the sun and it threatened to blind me even when I covered my eyes. The light eventually died down making it easier to see and once I saw that beautiful white light in the distance I felt drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The glow of the white light gave off a feeling of warmth and security (kind of like a baby blanket), it was almost as if the light was calling to me. I tried to move toward the light and to my surprise my body is actually walking forward towards the light!

Progress at last!

Despite there being no kind of floor in this dark abyss I knew I was moving forward even though I didn't feel a single thing below my feet. I didn't question it and I ran as fast as I could towards the light. As I got closer and closer to the light I felt it warm loving embrace covering me more and more almost as if it saying "It will be alright".

'Is that Heaven?' I thought to myself as continued to run into the light.

'Did someone find me? Am I finally going to Heaven now? Is that light GOD!?' I questioned myself a I continued to go deeper into the light.

The light became bright again as I ran within it, my body refused to stop for even a moment so I reflexively shut my eyes and continued forward blindly. I felt my soul slowly leaving this abyss and taking me somewhere else and I couldn't be happier. Before I felt my soul leaving this personal hell for good I had one last thought running through my mind that I mentally scream to the heavens:

'You cant hold me here any longer you bastards! I'm the master of my fate now!' and as soon as that thought ended, everything fades to white.

Olly's P.O.V

When I woke up again I felt like I was shoved in a dark cramped room. This was worse then the void. At least when I was in the void I could see everything. I blindly touched around the enclosed space in hopes to find some way off escape and I felt a stone wall in front of me. I instinctively pushed out towards the wall in a vein effort to escape and not soon after I felt the wall give a little. Thinking that this was my ticket out I doubled my efforts and pushed even harder in hopes to get out of here. After a few seconds the wall finally gave way and a wave of bright light flashes over me and I shut my eye yet again. When I opened my eyes I noticed I was in a small cave that was (oddly) exactly my size. I immediately crawled my way out of the miniature cave like a man on a mission. The moment I got out of the hole I immediately fell flat on my face, my moan of pain was silenced by the ground my face was currently occupying. Apparently the hole I came out of had a bit of a drop that I was too distracted to notice.

As I slowly picked myself off the ground I heard hushed whispers and gasps all around me making me realize I not alone. Before I had the chance to look up and see the faces of the people around me I heard a voice talking to me.

"So you were the only one to emerge out of the batch, now that is a surprise!" The voice spoke to me in a even but slightly surprised tone.

I look up towards the voice only to see a strange yet familiar looking woman in front of me. For some odd reason my mind was telling me that this woman was someone to be both feared and respected. Now that my head was finally up and off the ground I could see in better detail the body and face of the lady in front of me. She has a oddly green colored hairstyle that sort off resembles a afro and she has yellowish green skin (is she some kind of cosplayer?). The scary lady has a noticeable unibrow and she appears to be wearing a yellow eyepatch-like scouter on her right eye, I also noticed that both her eyes are green. The outfit she was wearing is a black and green uniform, it has shoulder pads and a blue diamond symbol on her chest area. On both her arms and legs she appears to be wearing some kind of green and black colored amour and I freaked out a little to see all ten of her light green fingers are actually just floating in mid air! They aren't connected to her hands at all, a few of them even turned into a futuristic hexagonal screen. I'm no tech expert but I'm pretty sure "hollo screens" shouldn't exist yet. But there was one last detail about her that made my core shiver. One small detail that made my brain click into place and made me realize exactly where I am right now.

There was a green rectangular shaped gemstone lodged in right where her belly button was supposed to be.

As I felt more fear being pumped into me I finally realized why she looked slightly familiar to me. I'm a pretty big fan of Steven Universe and I remembered watching all the episodes from the show from beginning to end. I liked the show so much I watch the Spinel movie, the future spinoff show, and most importantly playing all 3 of the Steven Universe video games. That where I remember her from. This is a Demantoid that's wearing a Peridots limb enhancers. She defiantly isn't the same one from the third game (pretty sure her gem placement was on her head and she was usually in a mech suit) but she looks and sounds very similar to the game version (the one in the third game belonged to Yellow Diamond). I looked around to see a bunch of different Peridots behind her, none of them were the Peridots from either the show or the games. They're blonde colored hair, light green skin, green and black limb enhancers, black and green uniforms, and tinted light green visors made them easy to identify. The placements of there gems seemed to be placed randomly and I notice a familiar blue diamond symbol on all of their uniforms. Just like the Demantoid in front of me. The realization hit me like a freezing cold shower.

'These are real Homeworld Gems not cosplayers?! I'm I on Homeworld right now?! Why am I in Steven Universe "Universe"!' I panicked to myself.

'...'

'...'

'..oh shit!'

'Did I just get fucking reincarnated as a GEM!'

The first chapter is finally done! It took me a couple of days to make this and I'm so glad it finally done. Took a lot of time re-reading and revising until I felt it was perfect. I hoped you all enjoyed and comment if you want to see this story to continue. See you all later.