You hate him.
You honest to god wish he were dead.
You absolutely wish you could kill him.
All he ever does is whine about how hard his life is and how landdwellers are all stupid and how everybody should love him but nobody does.
God you hate him so much.
And if it wasn't enough, just earlier you rounded a corner to find him and Sollux practically trying to swallow each other's tongues. At this you backpedaled and ran off into the lab.
You knew they hated each other, but you kind of assumed Eridan hated you more than life itself.
Well, shit.
You are… Confused as hell. You honestly thought…. Wow, you can't believe how stupid you are. Were.
You hate him even more now.
You would throw him into the Green Sun if you could. Except that he deserves a longer, more painful death for the way he has tormented you your entire life. You lived in a hive on the shore, and he had free reign of the sea. Luckily, he never found out your blood color. The only troll who knows that, aside from you, is Terezi.
And now he just left you?
You bury your head in your hands and wish it wasn't your moirail who was kissing your prospective kismesis and apparently enjoying it.
You wish you had a decent moirail who actually cared about you.
You wish you had a moirail you could actually talk to about what you felt.
You extract your fingers from your hair, which you've been trying to rip out of your scalp, and run through your various options.
-Talk to Sollux. Hell no- besides, he's busy.
-Talk to Eridan. Same situation applies, plus he wouldn't get it, so there'd be no point.
-Talk to Terezi. No, she wouldn't take you seriously.
-Talk to Feferi. Maybe. She wouldn't spend the entire time mocking you, at least.
-Talk to Nepeta, shipper girl. A possibility, as long as she doesn't try to roleplay with you.
-Talk to Vriska. No. Just, no. You don't even know how that thought crossed your mind. You really hope she didn't put that thought there in your head.
Nobody else has any chance of being anywhere near helpful to your plight. Well, maybe a future you.
Wait, no, that's a really bad idea.
Fortunately, before you can pick the wrong person and screw everything up, Nepeta trolls you on your husktop. You take it out and check Trollian, then respond to her.
arsenicCatnip [AC] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]
AC: :33 *ac leaps up onto karkat's lap and pats his ear urgently*
CG: NEPETA, THIS IS REALLY NOT THE TIME.
AC: *beclaws she has an urgent message fur him!*
CG: FINE
CG: WHAT IS IT?
CG: JUST HURRY UP SO I CAN GO BACK TO NOT TALKING.
AC: :33 it's impurrtant!
AC: :33 clawllux wants to talk to you
CG: HE CAN USE TROLLIAN IF HE REALLY CARES.
AC: :33 he wants to talk to you in purrson….
CG: JEGUS FUCKING KRYST, FINE. TELL HIM TO USE TROLLIAN TO CONTACT ME AND SAY THAT.
AC: :33 *ac nods, then leaps away, her tail waving as she trots over to clawllux*
arsenicCatnip [AC] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]
Huh. He wants to talk to you? It's gotta be about him stealing your kismesis and fucking up your perception of your life earlier.
twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]
TA: kk
TA: are you there?
CG: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
TA: kk ii need to talk two you
CG: FINE, WHERE?
TA: where are you now?
CG: SOMEWHERE IN THE LAB.
TA: uuh
TA: can you fiind that room by the lab
CG: WITH THE BROKEN COMPUTERS?
TA: ye2, that room
CG: YEAH, OKAY, FINE.
carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling twinArmageddons [TA]
You stop talking to him and stand up.
You are going to kill him. You are going to yell at him and then kill him because you know you can do that and he'll still be okay.
It takes you a minute or so to get to the room stated, and he gets there a minute after you.
"OKAY, YOU…."
You attempt to yell at him, and instead, to your utter horror you break down and start crying. You see his differently colored eyes go wide behind those pointless glasses, and he stands there awkwardly for a moment before sitting on the table next to where you are and hugging you.
You sniff like a little bitch and kick yourself for being a pathetic little mutant moron and wow Sollux totally knows what your blood color is now god do you just have to keep showing everyone you freaking know?
"Uh, kk, are you okay?"
"NO, FUCKASS," you snarl. "I FUCKING HATE YOU. SHITTIEST MOIRAIL EVER."
He stares at you, somewhat hurt. You glare at him, furious, and still fucking crying why can't you stop doing that oh gog you are such a lame and pathetic and stupid little wiggler.
"Thiith iith about earliier, iithn't it?"
"YES."
He doesn't have anything to say to that. Well, this is awkward.
"Uh, iith there anythiing I can do?"
"YOU COULD , I DON'T KNOW, NOT STEAL MY FUCKING KISMESIS!" you practically shout, and regret it immediately. He looks kind of caught between confused, angry, and shocked. You guess he didn't know about….
"Kithmethith?"
"YES! HE'S BEEN TORMENTING ME MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE. I HAD TO LIVE NEAR HIM FOR SIX GODDAMN SWEEPS WHILE HE SPENT THE ENTIRE TIME FUCKING SCREWING WITH MY HEAD AND LETTING ME KNOW WHAT A PATHETIC LITTLE NOOKSUCKING LANDDWELLER I WAS. AM."
He looks faintly shocked.
