Steven Universe Fic (Season 2)

part 1 Chapter five: Simulacra

Spinel stood in front of the doorway into the infinity room. It was night now, no one in the house was about, and Steven was still fast asleep in his bed.
If Spinel wanted, she would have gone to bed herself, but she couldn't escape the small dark thought that grew in her mind.
She didn't want to do what she intended. She loathed the idea of stepping inside the pink room again.
But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, so she opened the door.

It was the same as always, beautiful, empty, pristine. She dreaded it thoroughly.

"I'd like to see Pink Zirconia?" She asked, tentatively rubbing her arm, feeling self concious at the idea of looking at their fusion as though the room was a mirror.

Soon enough, the replica fusion appeared, standing before her, the room hadn't bothered to put any personality into the fake, though, it made sense that it needed her other half to do such a thing.

Spinel rounded the replica, taking in it's appearance, not touching it as she looked it up and down.
It was taller than her, with poofy curly hair in small pigtails that tufted out like ears on their head. And it had the same trademark tear stains, though they were shorter, rounder and one pair of eyes sat perfectly inside the middle of the center streaks, like glistening tears that could see her.

Her stomach turned a little at the sight. She was embarrassed, she had managed to taint even their fusion with her past.

"Can you show me when..." she hesitated, not actually wanting to watch those moments unfurl once over. "Can you show me before we passed out?"

The replica fusion's eyes widened, taking a tentative step backward as their face warped with embarrassment and fear.

"I-I need to..to-" they stuttered frantically, Spinel watched closely as the fusion froze, wincing with pain.
She stared closely at the copy of Steven's gem as it seemed to crackle with soft pink, electric light.

It trailed up the fusion's body as their eyes rolled to the back of their head and they dropped to the floor. 
Spinel stepped toward them, almost forgetting that they weren't real.

Suddenly the fusion popped out of existence and Spinel felt the same, glowing eyes on her back, peering down at her. She shuddered, looking back toward where she entered.

"I want out!" She gasped, waiting for the room to abide. The doorway gaped from the air and she bolted through, back to the safety of the house.
She had gotten what she wanted.
She knew now, that something was wrong with Steven, and it had nothing to do with being human.

"I'm trying to say I don't think the seizures are, well, seizures?" Spinel explained to the gems.
Steven sat on the couch, fiddling with his jacket zipper as she spoke, he didn't like the notion of his condition being a result of being half gem, though it brought with it mild relief.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Greg gasped, glancing at his son with concern. Steven sunk into the couch, not wanting the concerned eyes of his friends boring into his skin.
He had had enough of it, and played his ambivalence of the situation off fairly well, but now their growing voices of worry made him sick to his stomach.

"Look, I went back into pink- er, Rose's or Steven's room and watched it happen over and over again and I think-" Spinel halted, feeling their stares like daggers now, "I think it's got something to do with..with what happened at the kindergarten."

She didn't like to talk about it. None of them did. Especially Steven. He seemed to shrink further into the couch at her mention of it. But now was different, something was different and she didn't know exactly what.

"I know you're concerned, Spinel, but I don't think it's anything to worry about." Steven stood up, raising his hand to gently rest it on her shoulder in reassurance, she was having none of it. Spinel swatted him away in irritation.

"You're not listening!"

He wasn't. He wanted the subject to be dropped, the discomfort it provided was unsettling and he wanted to take the easiest route to calm the gem down.

"Spinel, I am listening," he affirmed calmly, "I just don't think it makes sense, I feel like if it's what you think I would have noticed it."

Spinel blinked the tears from her eyes in confusion and anger, how could he not notice the eyes and voice of that thing in his head?!

"How could you notice if you're asleep?!" She didn't quite know the word she meant but got the message across with what she had. Steven paused, taking in her words for what they were, she was right on some level.
He was unconscious during those seizures, Spinel was the only one to witness them first hand. When they were fused.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He admitted, watching as Spinel lost her agitated bristles until she was much more relaxed.

"What do we do?"