Disclaimer: Homestuck isn't mine, you knew that
"What the fuck ii2 wrong with you, ED?" Sollux screamed into Eridan's face. He didn't know what he did to provoke this, but he probably deserved it. "You 2tole my fuckiing 2hoe!" He looked down at the lowblood's foot, who was wiggling his toes inside a red sock.
"Wwhat wwould I need your shoe for?" Eridan retorted. He shot a glare in the mustardblood's direction before turning back toward his computer, resting his chin on his hand.
"II know iit wa2 you, fii2hdiick. II fell a2leep for two second2 and when II woke up it wa2 gone. We're the only one2 here 2o iit had two be you."
"Sol, I promise I didn't steal your god damn shoe," the highblood sighed. He was done fighting. He stood up, took one last look at Sollux, and made his way toward the door. "I'm gonna head home," he spoke without looking back.
"Good riiddance you piece of 2hiit," Sollux spat in reply.
Tears sprang to Eridan's eyes as the door clanged shut behind him. "Good riddance," he echoed. "Good riddance?" The words cut him like a knife.
Everyone hated him. Everyone avoided him. His quadrants were empty, and had been for an unbearably long time. Sollux despised him enough to assume he did something he didn't do.
The seadweller ran back to his hive, his vision blurred by purple tears threatening to fall. He didn't care if anyone saw; it wouldn't matter soon.
He slammed the front door of his hive-ship behind him and fell to his knees. A weak cry escaped his mouth as his tears started falling. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the ground and scraped his sharp fingernails against the wood floor.
"They hate me," he murmured through sobs. "They all hate me. I'm fuckin wworthless!" he cried out as he banged his head on the floor, proceeding to rise onto his hands and knees. He unbuttoned his cape, dropping it at the door before crawling to his bedroom.
Upon arrival, he shakily stood up and locked the door.
"Wworthless…" he whimpered as he once again collapsed onto the floor. He sat up, carefully unwrapping his scarf from around his neck and setting it on the floor next to him. He pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it across the room, landing on one of the wizard statues he once loved collecting.
AN: I've had this floating around my computer for a while and figured I'd might as well publish it, and if I ever find the notebook I wrote the second part in I'll publish the rest!(I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you though)