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2025-10-06
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青のPhantomはCrystaline-Fallsに (idk guys angazi how to name things)

Notes:

『』indicates demon telepathy
[insert name here]:<> indicates digital comunication
«» indicates thought
“” indicates regular speech
Unfiltered Gemsong is in morsecode

Yes I know this is short but so will all of the introductions be.

Chapter 1: Introductions: Stevenʼs side

Chapter Text

The roadtrip had been going on for a long while, and Steven was thinking of finding somewhere to rest for the Summer.

[🎸DAD🎸]:<Hey, Schtuball, the Gems and I are really missing you. Dʼyou wanna take a warp, and stay here in beach city with us, for the Summer?>

[You]:<Normally I would love to, but the whole point of this roadtrip was to focus on my human half, so using the warp pads seems…>

[🎸DAD🎸]:<No, no I get it. But you do have an uncle up in Oregon, near where you are right now. If youʼre feeling up to it, I could give him a call and ask if heʼll let you stay there for the Summer.>

[You]:<Ooh, thanks dad!>

[🎸DAD🎸]:<Though, warning, he is a bit sketchy, so be careful Schtuball.>

«Yikes» Steven thought. [You]:<Ok, Iʼll bare that in mind when I visit.>

Steven closed his phone. Finally, he was able to meet his dadʼs side of the family for once. Though, heʼd rather they not be as crazy as his momʼs, because after his…incident…Steven doesnʼt think that he can handle any more crazy without poofing again

*ding*

Steven checked his phone to find the location of his fatherʼs uncleʼs house on google maps.

After what seemed like an hour of searching—Stan doesnʼt like being googled— someplace called The Mystery Shack came up.

«Well that doesnʼt sound remotely concerning at all… Oh well time to set a course to this Mystery Shack and hope for the best…»

besides itʼs not like he couldnʼt just leave at the first hint of danger

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right?