Our TG Caption

Mentally:
Your thoughts reorganize like a computer booting up.
You feel:
? extremely logical
? extremely confused by emotions
? extremely annoyed
? extremely attached to the people you care about
? extremely ready to yell "CLooooDS!"

You analyze EVERYTHING.
Your internal monologue becomes full of charts, errors, and snark.

You want to build something.
Fix something.
Complain about something.

Physically:
Your limbs feel compact and energetic.
Your hands twitch like they’re used to limb enhancers.
Your stance becomes triangular and defensive.

Your voice turns sharp, squeaky, and expressive.

And…
metal objects around you start vibrating, lifting slightly.

You can metalbend.

A wrench flies into your hand like it recognizes you.



Steven: running in excitedly
“Peridot! Wow! You look just like your old self!”

You (as Peridot, arms flailing):
“Correction: I look like an UPGRADED, OPTIMIZED, SUPERIOR version of my old self!
With enhanced efficiency! Probably!”

Steven: laughs
“You sound exactly like you.”

You (Peridot, pointing dramatically):
“Of course I do, Steven Universe! My vocal modulation is flawless!”

A metal spoon lifts off the counter and starts spinning.

Steven:
“Uh… are you doing that?”

You (Peridot, shrieking with pride):
“Yes! My metal powers are functioning at MAXIMUM CAPACITY!”

Steven:
“That’s awesome, Peri.”

You (Peridot, trying not to smile but failing):
“Affirmative. It is…
acceptable.”

You cross your arms triumphantly as the room fills with floating metal —
you are fully transformed into Peridot, the tiny tech genius with a huge heart.