This was such a good idea, you think to yourself. How fucking stupid did Eridan have to be to fall into your trap? Incredibly, it seems. See, the plan wasn't even that well laid out. Eridan was just an idiot, was all. You jog up a flight of stairs, two at a time. The stairs are white, like the wall it is coming off of. This whole place is all white walls and ceilings. The only colour brought to this world of traps and mazes is you and Eridan. At the top of the stairs, you are now basically on top of the entire labyrinth network. You had the ceiling specially made so that looking up from underneath (where ED is) will be plain white and looking from the top is like looking through a window. You love having control over ED like this. He's so clueless and pitiful that you can't help but to lock him up in a room like this, making him yours. You walk over the ceiling window and you follow him. You can hear him calling your name, hoping to get out of this place. Good luck, loser. You snicker slightly as he runs around, looking lost as hell and scared. "run, fii2h for braiin2, run," After a while of running around, Eridan seems to slow down. You slow down as well, a little confused and kind of grateful that he stopped moving. You were starting to get a bit tired. You flip your watch out and it says that it's getting late. Eridan's body clock must have told him that it was soon time to turn in for the night. Little does he know that if he had kept walking just a little bit farther and turned right, there would have been a bed there waiting for him. The bed is laid out splendidly, all pillows and covers. Eridan's not going to sleep in it; why let it go to waste? You walk over to where bed is and as you're standing right above it, you look over at ED, you see him shivering. The night proves to be rather cold and all Eridan has is his cape and the clothes on his back to keep him warm. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost. You lift the plate of of the ceiling above the bed up and you jump down, using your psiionics to put the plate back into place. From down here, in the maze, you can hear ED whining and calling your name softly, still pleading for you to take you out of this place. No, ED, not this time. You've given in too many times before, given in to your emotions and him. Not this time.