[ WP ] While cleaning your attic , you find a box of glass balls with names on them . You accidentally drop one , and as soon as it shatters , a person appears .

My grandmother was.. Strange, to say the least. Sure, everyone has their odd bits, but how many people lock their attic so tight it's like the arc of the covenant? Sure, she baked the best cookies, and was so sweet... Except, for that damn attic. If you went near it, or dared try to open it, that sweet old woman is gone, replaced by a vicious harpy. Still, it's not right to wonder so badly about a dead woman's secrets. I'm sure it was nothing, perfectly normal... But it called so loudly. After all... This was now *MY* house. She would have taken care of it... Right? So as I picked, broke, and hacked off the locks, I felt scared... Yet a yearning overpowered it. I wanted it. Opening the musty door, I saw what must have been hundreds of floating orbs. A note floated down, reading `` to whomever finds this note. Chances are you are my child, curious on what's in the room, even though the family has kept it for so long. What this room is the last refuges of an elder time, a war. Wether fighting for the home world or earth, in time, all died. This room holds their tales. Love, charolette, 1678.'' As I read, I backed up... And caused a bauble to drop, and a candy colored tall woman walked out. `` Greetings, my names bismuth'' 
 
 Yes it's stupid steven universe AU.
