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Melancholy and the Moon

Sorry this is so late  PhantomIdaTwins, I gave it a lot of love and had a ton of fun writing it! Hope you enjoy!

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IC-3 remembers the day he came into existence. The first thing he felt was the dust of snowfall on his form, the first thing he heard was a gasp. He opened his eyes to an expanse of grey stone littered with holes and blanketed in snow and took it all in.

The bubble of wonder was short lived as a voice broke the air. "Y-683, what seems to be-... Oh my diamond... this isn't good."

IC-3 looked towards the low, breathy voice, seeing it owned by a hulking figure striped in various shades of blue. Next to them was a smaller blue-green figure, dotted white all around, gaping.

The larger figure lifted something to their mouth and spoke into it, "M-my agate..."

"What is it?" a coarse voice responded, "It better be important."

"We-," the large figure looked at him, taking a breath, "We have an issue."

IC-3 learned that day, he was a mishap, caused by impurities in the soil and the angle he'd been injected in. His commander, a dendritic agate that TH-8 had been talking to before, sneered at him and sent him off. IC-3 never saw his birth planet, or his sisters, again.

Garnet. His new owner's name was Garnet. He hated her.

She was a cruel gem, always shouting, always upset. Always taking it out on him or blaming him in some way. Everything he did wrong was because he was defective, a runt, a hideous creature. On more than one occasion she cried, "Oh my diamonds! Why have you cursed me with such a moonstone! Any pearl would be better than it!"

That's what she called him: "It". Not his cut, or he or even she: only "It". IC-3 learned his place in the pecking order very fast. He was a servant like a pearl, though intended for specialized tasks like secretary work. Everyone looked down on him, even pearls.

And one day- years into his service for Garnet, respite came. He never learned her cut, as she only introduced herself as Smithsonite. She was beautiful, purple and pink, with sections of her being teal and green. An array of color with a smile that made him want to smile too.

Garnet was delighted by her arrival, hugging the gem, cooing about how she missed her. Smithsonite gave a half-hearted pat in return. IC-3 watched from his corner, fascinated by her energy and brilliance. Later, he got to see her up close, Garnet hissing at him to prepare a room for her, threatening to destabilize him if he didn't hurry up. Smithsonite stared at him, not with hate or disgusted fascination, but with interest.

Later still, when Garnet left to tend to some errands, Smithsonite called him to her room, eyes wide and curious as he entered. She stopped him mid-bow, stating she hated such gestures in casual settings, she insisted he call her Smithsonite, nothing more. Smithsonite smiled, taking one of his hands, and asked for his name.

"My... my name?" This was the first time anyone asked him, "Um..."

"Yes, what are you called?"

"My Garnet often calls me 'runt', 'creature' occasionally," IC-3 replied, looking down.

Smithsonite rolled her eyes, "Figures... she's a real bitch. Do you know your cut or gem name?"

IC-3 nodded, "Yes, I'm a moonstone, my gem cut is IC-3."

Smithsonite smiled again, "Really? Third in your row?" IC-3 was silent and her smile fell, "You- you don't know how kindergartens work?"

IC-3 shook his head, feeling embarrassed, "Should I?"