ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@cosmopolitanAequitas It was a random adventure. Some phenomenon affecting dream bubbles. Fef sent us out to go resolve it, so we did; the details don't matter. But we were traveling through some troll's memories, through this old rusting factory where every step sent this insufferable rattling noise through my bones. Despite the freezing cold, I was walking along, trying to stay tranquil as could be. *Like the surface, Eri, like the surface,* I told myself. *Just a little weight, that's all. You'll get somewhere nicer real soon.* I almost bumped into something jutting way out in front of my nose. I blinked, squinted. Got a closer look. There it was on the wall. Big red button, like something right out of a crummy movie. I tensed up. Okay, I panicked a little. My eyes darted around looking for what it might do, and if we were about to walk right into a trap. Then I noticed it: the floor underneath them had this seam through it, like a panel. It had to be some kind of trapdoor. The floor underneath *them.* They had walked a little ways ahead. Left me behind. They had only asked me to come because I was in the room. They hadn't spent any actual time with me in weeks. Kar wouldn't fucking shut up about some stupid thing- if there was some invader lurking here, he was gonna get us caught. But we hadn't encountered any outside influences yet. And the interior of a bubble is almost completely safe. It really is just like a dream: the things it constructs can't actually hurt you. I wasn't thinking about that. My claws were digging into my palm as I balled my hand up. Slam it, my pan was screaming at me. Muzzle them for once. Make 'em pay. But I don't do that anymore, right? I took a breath. It was all smog and oil, pollution. I coughed. Kan turned, looked back at me. "Eridan Are You Quite All Right?" My fist shook. I thought about it. God, I really had to think for a second before I- I let it go. I exhaled it in a laugh. "cmon noww kan ya think i cant handle a little industrialization?" I stood up. "WHAT? WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE CLEVER OR SOMETHING? IS THAT A REFERENCE? BECAUSE YOU KNOW WE DON'T GET YOUR INANE QUOTES FROM RANDOM DEAD MILITARY GUYS. AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO IDOLIZE SOMEONE BORN THIS CENTURY. NOW COME ON, DUDE. GAMZEE HEARD SOMETHING UP AHEAD." Piece of shit. It wouldn't have even done anything, you coral-for-brains wiggler. All you'da done is pissed off your friends for no reason in some impotent little temper tantrum. Why'd you even let that pop into your head? Have some self-control. You trying to get her lecturing you? You want her to hate you? Yeah, maybe I do. Maybe it'd be easier to just give up and admit she was wrong about me. I can't ever be anything more than what I am. Still split in two even after all this time. Bloody pathetic Such a shame. #violence πΌπππππ’ πππ
I apologize, you need to remember
wwho gavve you permission to post pepples privvate thoughts like this wwhat are you some kinda freak