What if the unknown Archer from the Fate/Grand Order Verse was the new host of the some nobody donut boy within Beach City, The central of all weirdness and the base location of the Crystal Gems!
Archer after disappearing and giving in to his altern...
Lars, unconcerned with the interpersonal dynamics unless they became problematic, stood in the barn surrounded by various tools and materials. With sketches already etched into his mind about the best way to craft a drill, he was deeply engrossed in thought, his furrowed brow revealing his intense concentration. Meanwhile, the faint sounds of Pearl and Peridot's robotic competition could be heard outside.
Lars: Alright, let's break this down. The drill needs to be precise, powerful, and adaptable. It's not just about brute force, durability matters too including the heat resistance.
Glancing to his left, Lars spotted chalk and a board just outside. He headed outdoors to retrieve the board and brought it into the barn, where he began sketching out a few designs.
Lars: First, the frame. We'll use a titanium alloy sourced from airplane engines for strength without sacrificing agility. We need it to withstand intense pressure without buckling.
He meticulously outlined the frame, incorporating reinforcement points and compartments for various components, before a vision of the ship formed in his mind. Jotting down a note on the side, he continued with his designs.
Lars: The escape pod!
Lars ventured further into the cluttered barn until he stumbled upon a pile of junk covered by a blanket. Curiosity piqued, he removed the covering to reveal Peridot's escape pod, which he had placed there temporarily after mostly repairing it. Garnet had entrusted it to him with the freedom to do as he pleased, shortly after Pearl had been exposed for using Fusion as a coping mechanism.
Lars: This will suffice for the cockpit of the pilot, although it's too small for me to fit in. The titanium alloy won't be necessary unless it's for an emergency... Next, the power source. Can't rely on conventional fuel... too unreliable... Okay, let's set that aside for now.
He incorporated Peridot's pod into the design, providing a cockpit for the pilot. In theory, it should offer enough heat resistance, but Lars planned to confirm this with Peridot once she had resolved her ongoing debate with Pearl.
Lars: Now, onto the drilling mechanism. Precision is key here. Variable speed and depth control are non-negotiable. Perhaps incorporating those injector drills from the Kindergarten could work, but whether they'll be sufficient against the cluster remains uncertain.
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Lars sketched an injector drill head on the bottom of the pod.
Lars: There. That should cover the basics. Now, time to discuss it with the others.
Exiting the barn, Lars spotted Peridot standing alone outside, while Pearl was surrounded by everyone, being cheered up.
Peridot: B-b-but I won! What about the rules!?
Garnet: Welcome to Earth.
Peridot stood incredulously, her swollen cheek from Pearl's punch drawing Lars's attention. He sighed with a shake of his head and made his way over to her.
Lars: How did it go?
Peridot turned to him, her gaze downcast.
Peridot: I... don't get it.
Lars: About their reaction?
Peridot: I won! I should be the one getting congratulated, not her. She lost and yet... I feel like I lost.
Lars: Yeah. Well, I don't know how it is on Home world or their culture, hierarchy, or common knowledge that you're accustomed to, but I do understand that you haven't adapted to our way of life.
Peridot: Hm...
She hummed softly, processing his words.
Lars: How about this? Come help me in the barn with the drill, and we'll talk. Is that alright with you?
Peridot: ...Sure...
She had won, yet the feeling inside her made the victory bittersweet. She had gained nothing but a meaningless title. Pearl had lost, not for being inferior, but for not being superior. Despite winning against Pearl, Peridot received no support or acknowledgment as if she was expecting it for winning. It left her feeling empty and overlooked, her accomplishment overshadowed by the reactions of others as she has yet to know how to act while stuck on Earth.
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Just here to ask if everyone is enjoying this story? I have no idea what got me into writing this story beside seeing a single Lars edit on Youtube and thinking to myself, "Hey wait, There is many stories about OC characters acting as the main character in Steven Universe and experiencing what the main cast feels" Though then I began to think... "Why not instead of writing a MC point of view, why not a minor character point of view that have their own trouble, achievements and beliefs that isn't like any other Fanfic that is mostly always got to do with the main cast!"
In short to skip my random yap session, I just hope everyone who reads my book are enjoying themselves and if you enjoy reading this as much as I love writing it and learning about the series as I go on, Then that is all that matters to me since I no longer have the high-schooler aspiration for writing like I use to which made it possible for me to write the *King Of Knight* book so I was only using my enjoyment for writing and everyone support.
