Fixing his hair, Eridan stood in front of the mirror smiling and spraying product around his perfectly shaped hair. He heard an odd noise behind him –a growl almost- but he dismissed it as Equius or Nepeta messing around again, they always seemed to make the most noise but then, as it got louder, he remembered that they were already gone. It gradually increased in volume; the growling hum eventually became all he could hear in the silence of the room. The noise increased adding a loud whine to the chaos as the bedroom door was ripped into and destroyed in a matter of seconds. His heart sped up as it escalated and echoed within the tiled room yet he could not hear the frantic pounding over the snarls of the source. He could hear footsteps amoungst the roars as they searched for him in the room beside him. Climbing into the bath tub, he closed the curtain and prayed that the person would not pass by to him, that they would not find them, and that they would not hurt him if they could not see him. So many days had he been cooped up in this place so far, so many lives had already been lost, he could not be the one to die next, he refused to beleive it. Yet the person did not mind his silent prayers as the buzzing grew and the metal spokes ripped open the room door. With eyes closed and mouth twisting in one last prayer, the bath room door fell down, the curtain opened and the rotating chainsaw blade dug into his ribs. Slowly, his insides were ripped apart as the pain blossomed in his chest. He looked at them one last time, their face was not contorted into that of rage nor hatred but of calm necessity. The person then left as swiftly as they arrived with a flash of auburn hair and an air of grace; leaving a broken doll of a man choking on his blood. He wouldn't get out alive. In his dying moments he remembered how and why he came to the accursed place.