Hi, this is my first SU fanfiction to post here. ^^' I plan to post more chapters when I feel like updating, dunno how often I can update this, but enjoy what I have so far!

Lemme know your thoughts. :3

Somewhere deep below the ocean lied a pink bubble on the ocean floor. Inside of it was a young man, looking to be around the age of sixteen. He had brown, curly locks and wide, frightened eyes. The familiar black and yellow star shirt added to the identity of this boy, including his pink sandals and blue jeans.

He sat in the middle of the bubble, scanning the dark, empty ocean around him with fear. The only comfort he had was the small, blue glowstick beside his leg, and the remembrance of his name: Steven Universe. That was the only thing he could remember, himself.

He was Steven, son of – Universe? – and he knew he was supposed to be a gem. But what did that mean? What was a gem again? Upon further inspection of himself, he found what he assumed was a gem lodged inside him stomach. It was pink and large, and it glowed and glimmered in the glowstick's light. He touched it with curiosity, his fingers gripping the edges of it to try to remove it.

However, doing so only made him feel ill and weak; something inside him screamed for it to stay. So, he took his hand away, unwilling to try again. Why is this thing inside me? he thought, Is this a part of me? Did someone put it here? Is this supposed to be in me?

A large, narrow fish with jagged teeth and white, soulless eyes swam near the outside of the bubble and he yelped in alarm. He backed up as much as he could, which resulted in him slipping and sliding against the curved walls.

The fish quickly swam away, and Steven tried to make his heart stop beating so fast. He made sure it wasn't in sight anymore before he pressed his palms back against the bubble. He squinted at his surroundings.

It was a pitch-black abyss, only a few bubbles and fish showing in the minimal light that alerted him to being underwater. But why? And how? What was this giant pink bubble and why was he in it?

He rubbed his palms against the smooth, glass-like texture of the bubble. How long can I breathe in here? He froze at the thought. Do I have enough air?

He suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe, like the bubble itself was closing around him. Am I going to suffocate? He began to realize just how thirsty and hungry he was as well. Am I going to starve? The panic started to settle in as he pulled his legs close and squeezed his eyes shut. Stop, stop. Everything is going to be okay. He tried to calm down, despite how afraid he was. Someone will come find you eventually and you'll get out of here, he told himself.

Yet the truth kept sinking into his head. Did he have any friends? Any family? Did anyone know him? Was he truly alone? Was anyone even around?

His thoughts began to overwhelm him. I'm… I'm trapped in a bubble in the sea. I'm all alone… He dug his nails into his arms. I'm all alone and I don't remember anything. I can't remember anyone. His eyes stung. Why is this happening? Why me? His throat stung. I'm… I'm going to die. I'm going to die down here alone. And— and no one will even know.

Tears began to stream down his hot cheeks, and he drew his legs closer. The loneliness and desperation tugged at his stomach. "H… help," came the hoarse, whisper of his voice. "Help me… someone," he croaked again a bit louder to the empty sea around him. Would anyone ever find me? Am I going to be trapped down here forever?

I just want to get out of here. Someone, please help me—

Suddenly, in a deafening burst of air, the bubble exploded into millions of little bubbles all around him. Chilling cold water drenched his warm body immediately, shocking him out of his state of sadness. He started to float, shutting his eyes as liquid began to flood his nose and mouth. He choked, blinking and trying to hold in the only air he had left. He snatched the glowstick as it floated up.

Air bubbles drifted to the darkness above and he followed them. For a few moments, he swam and swam, using as much strength as he could to reach the surface. His grasp on the glowstick grew tighter, fighting to keep his eyes open and his lungs closed despite the pain from the sea pressure.

He felt weak, his limbs starting to tighten and slow. The surface wasn't so black anymore, he could see the blue hues above through a crack he began to swim through. He looked down at the ravine he appeared to have been in before. He gazed back up at the distant surface he so longed to get up to.

But he had to stop, his lungs wouldn't listen anymore, he needed oxygen. He clapped a hand to his mouth as bubbles burst from it. He sucked in liquid. Oh no. He choked. I can't— I can't breathe— He kept drawing in liquid, his throat shutting in reflex. Air— air—!

He feebly paddled, his heart thudding in a weak panic. The glowstick slipped from his moving hands. His limbs slowed to a stop. His chest hurt, he watched bubbles float from his mouth. Help… His eyes grew heavy as he found himself floating back towards the ravine. Help… me…

His fingers twitched in front of him. His eyes slowly shut; the last thing he saw all but a dark shadow of something swimming towards him.