When Steve woke that fateful morning, he didn't feel like himself. He checked himself over. He was still composed of rectangular prisms and cubes. He walked over to his cauldron, and washed his face in the water. He felt fresher now, but still different. That's when he caught sight of his reflection. He was no longer was his head 8x8, it was now 4x4, and the pixels on the rest of his body were larger and fewer.

The current Steve style, only 8x8.