(Alternate) Steven Universe x Corrupt gem reader Insert

"Come on, (Name)!"

Steven calls over his shoulder as he walks into the final chamber. "We're almost done!

You practically hobbled into the room, once again flinching as the bars closed behind you, which caused the dull pain in your head to pulse slightly.

We're in the home stretch... it's fine...

As you both entered the room, you heard a sizzling noise and glanced down to find Steven's flip-flop steam a little upon making contact with the floor. Your lips pressed together as a knot of anxiety formed in your chest. ...it's fine... we're almost done...

"Alright, let's see what we've got."

Glancing up, you find this chamber looked like you had walked into a volcanic temple of some kind; with a rather narrow bridge crossing over a pit of lava. As if to punctuate the theme, a massive wall of fire shoots up from one of the slits on said bridge.

...you've got to be kidding me.

"Looks like Garnet... turned up the heat." Steven spoke up in a serious manner, before chuckling softly to himself afterwards. He then glanced at you, as if looking for a response. "Right?"

"Eheh... yes." You forced yourself to chuckle, putting on a smile that felt heavy on your face. "Good one, dear..."

He smiled briefly, looking pleased with himself before looking back at the bridge, staring at it determinedly as he advanced forth. A burst of fire bursts forth once again, and you find yourself digging your fingers into the lava room's floor to keep yourself in place.

You groaned as he pressed on, narrowly avoiding the fire that spouted through the bridge's floor slits, clenching your teeth as the burning sensation returned in your body.

Don't help him.

Don't ĥẹĺp hịm.

It's fine.

Èvęŕŷțĥịńĝ is fine.

Thankfully, he cleared the bridge in a short amount of time, smiling confidently to himself as he turned to look at you.

"Look, (Name)! I did it!" He called over to you excitedly, while waving to you. Seeing this you slowly let out a relieved breath, letting yourself relax as a tired smile floated to your face, as you clapped your forepaws, standing up from your spot, ready to follow after him. "Very good, little one."

He smiled at your praise and turned to walk forward, but as he did, a shadow cast over him, and you looked up to find a spiked platform falling towards him.

Your eyes widened, and you planted your paws firmly into the ground, with a low groan at the burn returning.

Ðon't ĥẹĺp hịm. It's fine.

Ĥẹ's fíņè.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the spikes hurtled down at him, not giving him enough time to move, and to your horror, he cowers under the incoming spikes, about to be crushed.

In that moment, your thoughts became hazy as the heat in your body suddenly spread all across your body, turning from painful burning to ďişoriénțiñg numbness.

Your rational thoughts diminished, and in that moment, a feral urge surged forth, rewriting your train of thought entirely.

Don't-- ĥẹĺp hịm.

Do-- ĥẹĺp hịm.

Ĥẹľp ĥịm.

Ĥẹľp ĥịm.