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August 20th, 199̸̪̺̳̓͌̒̏0̵̺̟͋̚

Two years after the incident.

Isabelle knew the rule. She watched, separate from the animatronic, the showtime. It was noon. The animatronics were moving, jolting around and pretending to sing.

Isabelle knew the magic of Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria than anyone else. ...maybe not more than another soul, but more than a living soul.

1:00 pm

She was getting slightly bored. There wasn't anything to do during the day. Besides watch the people eat and play. Very boring for a soul that couldn't touch anything without inhabiting a body.

And her animatronic was up on the stage. Looping the dumb song about friends, caring for each other and happiness. She'd seen this over and over for 2 years.

3:00 pm

Isabelle recognized some people from her old school at the pizzeria. She would've tried to interact with them...if she could. She knew better.

They also looked older. Would they even recognize her, who was stuck at age 10 until her so rested?

6:00 pm

The pizzeria was slowly starting to empty out. Closing time was 7:30, the guy with the dusk shift would pop in for a few hours and then came the night shift guy.

The dusk guy was boring. Some teenager looking for spare change, probably to spend on games. He wasn't a threat.

Midnight.

She watched the night guard go into the building. She knew he was a threat. The adult was a threat. Wasn't like her. Wasn't like them.

2:00 am.

The big animatronic fists was pounding on the door. She could almost hear the heavy breathing from inside the office.

4:00 am.

Blood. So much blood. More blood then what was found in the animatronic suits.

Talking about suits, there was a spare suit in the back.



...I'm not gonna go into detail. Later that day, the establishment sent out an ad to the newspaper.

Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria is looking for a new night guard!

Hours Midnight to 6 in the morning, 7 days a weel

4$ per hour

Freddy Fazbears is not liable for loss or damage to items or person.

During the colonization of the Earth...

Tourmaline bowed down to Blue Diamond, making sure she herself was as perfect as the diamond.

She had been given a job to do; constructing forges. So the Bismuth gems could make weapons for Homeworld.

Like a Sapphire, Tourmaline was assigned a few guards. Three Rose Quartz's, making sure nobody interrupted the Tourmaline while she worked. The three Quartz's caught Tourmaline's eye.

One of them had their gem on their leg, the other on their shoulder and the last one was on the back of her neck, which was an odd case indeed. Tourmaline had never seen a gem on a neck before. Her own gem was on her forehead, shining a deep brown.

She worked for many long days and nights. She had come to notice the Rose Quartz's often joked around and messed with each other, as was expected with a Quartz soldier. But, Tourmaline noticed, one of them seemed to chatter a lot.

The one with the gem on her neck. The gem shone a brilliant pink, like the light pink of a rose. Tourmaline tried not to get too distracted by the pretty Gem.

During the War

Tourmaline had been issued a new command. Go down to Earth and construct a forge near the Kindergarten, for all the Bismuth's there to produce weapons.

She could take one Rose Quartz, the Diamond mentioned.

Of course, she chose the one with the gem on her neck. The chatterbox. She seemed nice, at least nicer than any Amethysts, graceful and of course, agile. If a Crystal Gem came anywhere near Tourmaline, they could escape quickly and the Quartz could defend herself.

That exactly happened. But the ending didn't happen the way Tourmaline (and the Rose Quartz) thought it would.


The Crystal Gem, standing tall, proud and brandishing two gems (A fusion. Tourmaline thought it was beautiful, and her Rose Quartz was confused) attacked the forge-in-progress, destroying and crumbling Tourmaline's work to bits.

And then the Fusion tried to attack Rose Quartz.

And then it happened so fast. A blinding light, and where the Rose Quartz stood was a different gem. With two gems, one on their forehead and one on the back of their neck. The fusion that tried attacking halted, staring at the new gem before her.

A Fluorapatite. A combination of the strong Tourmaline and agile Rose Quartz.

When they looked around, the attacking Fusion was gone.

The two unfused, confused and dazed.

But, to the both of them, it was an amazing feeling.

Chlorapatite. A usually lonesome gem, working on specific technology of Homeworld.

Hydroxylapatite. A spy, now working as an observer.

Near the End of the War

Chlora bowed. Hydrelle also bowed, and they each spared a glance at each other before directing their attention back towards Blue Diamond.

"Rose Quartz is unyielding. We can not risk more soldiers. Hydroxylapatite, you will sease your mission. Watch this Chlorapatite work, make sure she doesn't stray. We cannot risk anybody else." The diamond spoke, soft and full of sadness. "We cannot risk another Diamond.." This was added in a whisper.

Tears streamed down both Chlora and Hydrelle's eyes. They couldn't see it, but they knew Blue Diamond was weeping. They left the court, quietly leaving Blue Diamond to mourn.

Outside the court, the two glanced at each other again, before speaking and breaking the oddly awkward silence.

"You're pretty." Hydrelle said, smiling. "Very shiny, very iridescent."

Chlora seemed to be caught off guard, but smiled.

"Do you...not talk?"

Chlora shook her head.

"Ah...well, I'm Hydroxyl. Uh...you can call me Hydrelle, for short. You're a... Chlorapatite?"

Chlora nodded.

"I'll call you Chlora for short!"

The two become best friends. Sisters, even.

And then they met Fluorapatite. The tall, pink and coffee colored gem seemed to grow attached to the two. Chlora and Hydrelle hadn't realized that it was a fusion until Hydrelle pointed out the extra gem on the back of the neck.

Chlora had winced when she noticed it, and nervously pointed it out. Fluorapatite seemed fine with the topic, openly discussing what she'd been doing on Earth with the crystal gems. Somehow, Chlora and Hydrelle were quickly swayed.

Chlora always seemed...uneasy, though. Uneasy with the fact that there was a fusion? Something like that. Maybe she didn't want the two lovebirds to get caught, as fusions weren't exactly...welcome, on Homeworld.

Hydrelle seemed to warm up quickly. She loved the stories of Earth, of all the flora, fauna and the difference between Earth and Homeworld.

The three of them grew like siblings, eventually starting to make the infamous band called the Apatites, Fluora being the main singer, Chlora started talking on stage (never off of the stage) and the way she shines and dazzles makes the crowd amazed. Hydrelle, being her energetic, happy self did the crowd warm ups before the actual show: call and answers, clap to the beats, etc.

But there was one tiny, minor problem.

And that was the leader of the Crystal Gems.

WIP

About a decade after Pink Diamond was shattered...

Rose Quartz was speaking her mind about those snotty Agates to Brown Tourmaline, who was taking a small break. Despite technically being a rebel, they stayed on Homeworld. They didn't fuse often, although the feeling was amazing.

The two didn't know where Chlora or Hydrelle was. They didn't need to monitor the two all the time, especially because Hydrelle seems to be tense when Tourmaline and Rose are together.

Tourmaline spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She stopped Rose Quartz from continuing.

"Rose Quartz cut 6XD, you are to be making your way to Blue Diamonds Court at once." A quiet voice spoke. "Your diamond requests it."

Blue Pearl walked in front of them, bowing.

Tourmaline went to stand up, but Blue Pearl held out a hand.

"Only Rose Quartz."

"I'll be fine, Tourmaline." Rose said, smiling at Tourmaline as she was escorted by the Pearl.


Soon, they reached Blue Diamonds Court. There was a bunch of Rose Quartz's standing in the big room, almost enough to fill the entire room.

Every gem seemed to be crying. Because of Blue Diamond. The Diamond seemed angry and sad, and unable to look at all the Quartz. Yellow Diamond was there too, with a hand on Blue's shoulder.

Whispering between the two Diamonds could be heard.

"I..I can't do this, Yellow.."

"You have to. For Pink."

"For...for Pink."

Blue glanced at the Quartz, then leaned back into Yellow Diamond. No words were exchanged, but Yellow knew what to do.

"All of you are sentenced to bubbling."

Every Rose Quartz collectively gasped. Murmurs were heard. The Rose Quartz we've been watching seemed especially shocked.

The next thing they saw was a yellow beam. And various poofs were heard, of all the Rose Quartz poofing. Gems of different types came in and started working on bubbling them all, and more words were exchanged between Blue and Yellow.

"I feel so bad..."

"We did it for Pink."

"They...they didn't do anything, though."

"Hmph."

Eventually, after a few minutes, all of the pink gems were bubbled and floating in the air.

"Blue, go and transport these to the zoo." Yellow spoke, and then looked down at the crowd of gems. "You all, good work."

Every single gem did the diamond hand signal thingy idk what to call it. One faltered.

"Back to your stations now."

Once she was a ways away, Rose Quartz let out a sigh. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath in until she returned to her normal form. "Holding a shapeshift is so exhausting.." She muttered to herself, sticking to the shadows back to where her dear Tourmaline was.

The rest of the day was uneventful. The rest of the decade, even.

That was, until a seemingly human boy named Steven Universe 'saved' the Universe. Homeworld was better now. All the Rose Quartz were unbubbled. Chlora, Hydrelle, Tourmaline and Rose came up with an idea on how they could spend this newfound freedom.

Which came in the form of a show.

Hello. Hey. What's up?

Yo.

I'm Silver. My friend told me I should get this to communicate better. I don't like the idea of communicating better. I don't speak, at all, if you didn't know. Not even any booyah's, which are unfortunate to the booyah bomb-ers.

So I'm using this thing as a thing to write my thoughts down. I think the term for it was...diary? I don't know. I'm not too good with human words, but I'm trying my best.

So. I'm an Octoling. I got round ears. There's a few distinguishing features between octolings and inklings. I like the color blue.

I don't know where to start in this. About me? What I did today, and probably will continue doing every day?

Well, let's see what I did today. I won a few battles, lost two, splatted precisely 21 squids, and had a tableturf battle with R and won.

Oh. You probably don't know who R is. He's basically my best friend. He knows me well enough to communicate for me thank the zapfish. He's about the same height as me with very light skin. And he usually has red ink. He uses tetra daulies.

I don't do much of anything else, really. I don't have any other friends either. I turf battle with random people, random strangers. I can usually find them around Inkopolis, though. This is a big city. According to history studiers, this place was home to a big human settlement. New York, it was called.

Which reminds me. A big Splatfest is coming up. Who would be a better leader? Shiver, Frye or Big Man. I personally like Frye. She's cute. Small, cute and silly.

I can hear you breathing down my neck, R.

They glared at him, shutting the book in their hands.

"What? I wanna know what you're writing~!"

Silver shook their head.

"Please, c'mon, I know you wrote about me, let me see!"

They shook their head again, glaring at the male inkling. He huffed in response.

"Okay, okay. Be mysterious and lonesome for all I care. I'm gonna go turf some tables. Talk later?"

Silver didn't get a chance to react. The inkling was already racing away. They shook their head, annoyed.

He gets on my nerves sometimes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hello again, diary.

Yo.

“Pff. Nobody says ‘yo’ anymore.”

You’re being annoying.

“I know.” R grinned.

I’m trying to write, don’t you have anything better to do?

“Ouch.”

Oh shut up, traitor.

“Hmph, well, fine then. I’ll leave you be, Silver, but just know I’ll win Splatfest!”

He gets on my nerves sometimes. But I gotta love him.

He picked Shiver for this Splatfest. Shiver is cool and all, but Frye is better. Obviously.

And 32% of the squids I've encountered are lenient towards Big Man. Frye is better. Definitely. Did I use that word right?

I accidentally walked into water earlier. It was not a pleasant feeling.

I have a match starting soon. I should probably stop writing.

- S

They sighed.

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They glared at the celebrating teammates, exciting the match and entering the locker room.

Diary, diary...where is it? I swear I put it right here.

They looked around the floor, seeing if they dropped it somewhere.

Shit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What is up, Diary?

I’m R3D, the raddest and best tableturf player alive! Booyah! I snuck into Silver’s locker while they were turfing. Now I can write in here too! They’ll be mad, for sure, but that’s a problem for future me.

Update:

I’m writing this from an abandoned alleyway. Help. Silver is spooky when mad. They're scarily quiet.

I should probably stop writing. But this is so cool! I’ve never had a


Like I said, R gets on my nerves sometimes. More like all the times.

I got justice.

I brought my weapon with me. He’s now hiding at his last spawn point...which would be a random turf map. I should find him again.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to modify much of anything. He ripped out a page, which is odd. I’ll interrogate him later.

That’s all that happened today. What an eventful day.