Prince of Heart- Mituna is, by far, the worst person I've had to write for. Like, his quirk is just bleh. He replaces like eight letters with numbers, but also misspells a shit tonne of letters? God he was a weird character.

Eridan traced his hand along the grey building, feeling curious as to how the commoner land dwellers lived back on Alternia. He'd never really ventured out to the slums, there was never any reason to, and who knows what kind of diseases he'd gain from red bloods. The closest he'd come was to the Blue blood territory, back when he dated Vriska, and Gog knows that left a bad taste in his mouth. But it was interesting to see how they lived; and it was every bit as shitty as he imagined. No wonder the land dwellers littered in the ocean; their own streets were filled with trash, grease, and complete garbage that seemed almost never-ending. Good riddance, Eridan thought, the non-gilled bastards deserved this for polluting his waters.

He turned another corner in his search for his ancestor, and saw the sorry bastard sitting on a step outside of a building, rubbing his bruised violet cheek. He sighed and tugged at his non-existent cape, which he remembered he threw away in the memory, feeling kind of naked without his full outfit. Then he took a couple steps forward, noticing that the Bard looked… actually kind of depressed, before eventually catching his attention. Cronus scrambled up, using a pipe beside him to haul himself, and positioned himself so he lent nonchalantly against the wall, almost as if he was trying to keep his appearance as an uncaring and chill guy.

Eridan rolled his eyes and gave him a wave. "hey."

Cronus slowly rolled his head to casually look at the Prince, and replied, "oh, vwell hi there. you just missed it, this chick im sort of friends vwith vwas totally all owver me, but this vweirdo vwith mental disabilities found us and she had to slap me so he didn't think vwe hawve something."

"i dont givve a shit you disgrace to fish trolls i nevver asked you," Eridan snapped.

"vwoah there cat, vwhy so tense?" He slid a hand into his jean pocket, and pulled out a small packet, flipping open the lid. "here." He took out a strange small stick from the packet, and held it out for Eridan to take, which he did.

"wwhat am i supposed to do wwith this? is it a wwand?"

Cronus laughed, "nah nah, you put it in your mouth."

Eridan complied. "noww wwhat?"

"novw nothing. just keep it in there and youll get all the guys and gals you vwant."

"then wwheres all the guys and girls huh?"

Cronus sighed, "look, you got to vwait for them to come to you. trust me, vworks ewvery time." He stopped dead in his tracks as they heard wheels grinding on the gravel opposite Eridan, and grabbed onto Eridan's scarf to calm his non-existent rage. "see, vwhat did i tell you? follovw my lead."

Eridan watched as two trolls approached, one boy and one girl, both wearing matching skin-tight suits only differentiated by color scheme. The girl wore the colour scheme of Teal, red, and black on her skinny body, with a pair of red glasses akin to Terezi's, though rectangular rather than pointy, and straight black hair. The boy meanwhile wore a scheme of yellow and black on his equally skinny body, teeth jutting out of his mouth and a large yellow helmet covering the top half of his face.

Cronus's calm and cool smile wavered a little, and the girl skid to a halt in front of the two. "h3y anc3stor dud3!" she exclaimed to Eridan, kicking up her board and catching it in her hand.

"uh yeah hey," Eridan replied, backing away from the overly ecstatic girl.

"dud3, m33n4h w4sn't ly1ng, you do look l1k3 cronus b4ck wh3n h3 w4s cool!" She started sizing him up by playing with his scarf and examining his clothes.

Cronus gasped loudly, "vwhat do you mean 'wh3n h3 w4s cool?'"

The girl twisted her attention to Cronus, her curious and happy smile molded into pure anger. "do you w4nt 4 r3p34t of b3for3, f1sh douch3? b3c4us3 i'm sur3 your 4nc3stor would LOV3 to s33 th4t!" Cronus backed down, and the girl returned to her original demeanour. "sorry 4bout th4t dud3, 1 just g3t 4 l1tt3 bumm3d wh3n c3rt41n h1gh bloods 1nsult my boy 4nd try to sol1c1t und3s3rv3d bl4ck f33l1ngs from h1m."

"thats an oddly specific annoyance," Eridan remarked, watching Cronus cross his arms and pout. "wwhat boy are you evven referrin to?"

"wh4t do you m34n?" she questioned him, gesturing behind her with her free hand. "my boyfr13nd m1t-" She gazed around but she saw no-one standing there, before looking down where the boy had apparently fallen trying to skid to a stop after her. "4w b4b3, why d1dn't you s4y som3th1ng?"

"1 5FUCK1NG F0RG07 1 7H3LL 4ND D1DN7 VW4N7 70 54Y 4NYF1N." The boy muffled out, his face still in the ground.

"oh, b4b3!" She crouched down and grabbed a hold of the boy, pulling him up by the armpits.

Cronus tapped Eridan on the shoulder, and whispered, "dont vworry about understanding him, hes been demented in the head ewver since he sawved us or something."

"i barely understand you wwith all your unsubtle pick-up lines. i mean christ people thought i wwas bad but i hit on like six people tops."

"th3r3 you go!" the girl exclaimed, calling the two Violet bloods attention. She turned to face the two, an arm wrapped around the boys waist. "so 4nyw4ys, n4m3's l4tul4 dud3, 4nd th1s 1s m1tun4. w3'r3 just 4 coupl3 of r4d sk4t3rs who sp3nd th31r t1m3 gr1nd1n' r41ls, dr1nk1ng 3n3rgy dr1nks, 4nd g1v1ng th3 b3st h1gh f1v3s th1s s1d3 of th3 dr34m bubbl3s. up top!"

"up the top of wwhere?" Eridan asked, before Latula lifted up his hand for him and gave it one of the worst slaps he'd ever gotten. The pain was sharp and instant, causing Eridan to yelp out in pain and fall to his knees, clutching his extremely bruised Violet hand.

"oh com3 on, th4t w4sn't 3v3n h4rd you wuss!" she laughed, watching Eridan quiver at the pain.

"howw the fuck wwas that not hard?" Eridan replied, his voice slightly cracking.

"H3H H3H F15H7H D0UCH35 4NC357H3R 15 45 MUCH 0VF 4 W34K455 45 F15H D0UCH3!"

"hey!" Cronus interrupted, grabbing onto Mituna's arm. "you better vwatch your mouth-"

He stopped dead in his tracks as the tip of a blade was pressed against his neck, causing him to give the aggressor, Latula, an unimpressed frown. "vwhat do you think youre doing doll?"

The girls' face twitched a little. "l3t go of h1m, b3for3 1 m4k3 you l3t go."

"vwhat are you going to do? DOU8LE kill me? id fucking vwelcome it."

"WHY5 H3 70UCH1NG M3?"

"just fuck1ng do 1t."

Cronus stared at her for a moment, before letting go of Mituna and returning to his original position against the wall, much angrier than before. Eridan had remained silent through the encounter, completely disregarding the pain of his hand. The girl sheathed her sword in a cane and placed it back in her strife deck, pulling her skateboard back out of her captchalog.

"4nyw4ys bro," she said casually, "1 w4s wond3r1ng wh3th3r you'v3 s33n tz 4nywh3r3? sh3 k1nd of d1ss4pp34r3d 4ft3r w3 m3t."

"i havvent seen her since wwe wwent to sleep," Eridan replied, standing up. "her matesprits probably around somewwhere; guy wwith black glasses red hood human."

"oh y34h! 1 s4w h1m b3for3. d1dn't know th3y w3r3 m4t3spr1ts though." She shrugged her shoulders. "w3ll 1'll ch3ck w1th th4t dud3 th3n." She made a gesture to his shoes. "1'm not sur3 1f you r34l1s3 4s w3ll, but you got th3 s4m3 sw33t k1cks th4t tz 4nd h3r boy d1d!"

"oh these?" Eridan asked, examining his shoes. "yeah davve alchemised them. i havvent wworn any other shoes since. havve you seen the wwheels?"

"wh33ls?" Latula replied quizzically.

"yeah like these." Eridan popped the wheels from his shoes like he'd practiced, and cautiously slid across the street, much to Latula and Mituna's amazement, and Cronus's annoyance.

As he approached back, the two skateboarders stared at him in amazement at the un-before-seen invention. "H0W 7H3 FVUCK 4R3 YOU MO1V1NG?"

"fuckin science is howw."

"holy sh1t! w3 gott4 g3t 4 p41r! com3 on b4b3!"

Latula threw her board to the ground, and quickly jumped aboard, sending her zooming across the street. Mituna attempted to follow suit, but instead fell face first as he attempted to do the same and sending his board flying across the road. He screamed, frustrated, jumped up and ran after his board and his girlfriend.

Eridan crossed his arms, and asked Cronus, "howw the fuck does she put up wwith him. she could do so much better." He swiveled his head to face Cronus. "you knoww wwhat i-" He found the spot empty, and looked around to find where his ancestor was, finding him down the road behind him walking away with his shoulders slumped. "hey!"

Cronus turned around, placing his hands in his pockets. "vwhat?" he snapped.

"wwhat the fuck wwe wwere talkin!"

"oh vwere vwe? vwhat a shame."

Eridan grunted, "wwhats your problem?"

"does it matter? no one giwves a shit."

"oh come on dont you dare givve me that bullshit!"

Cronus raised his arms aggressively. "and vwhy the fuck not? dont you do that all the fucking time? 'wwah wwah look at me ewveryone hates me because i killed someone,' doesnt that sound fucking familiar? i mean, for fucks sake, at least they hawve a reason to hate you!"

"wwhat? from wwhat ivve seen they havve evvery reason to hate you!"

Cronus rolled his eyes. "you dont understand vwhat its actually like, for no one to understand youre vwants and needs and just disregard ewvery action you take! its hard, and no one understands."

"oh my god. you really are like me but wwith evverything that evveryone hated about me multiplied into oblivvion!" Eridan pulled the stick from his mouth, and threw it down onto the pavement. "i wwas bad ill admit that but i wwas nevver near as bad as you!"

Cronus narrowed his eyes. "you vwant to knovw vwhat my problem is? youwve only been here in the bubbles for, vwhat? a year? and youwve already taken my friends from me. first it vwas aranea, then meenah from vwhat i savw, and now mituna and latula!"

"i didnt steal anyone! maybe if you wwerent some quadrant obsessed douche theyd like you more."

The Bard scoffed, and chuckled under his breath, "you dont ewven realize hovw hypocritical you are. vwhatewver, i dont care."

The Bard turned back, and began walking away from the Prince. "wwhere are you goin?" Eridan yelled after him.

"to kill myself, seems like thats all im good for!"

Eridan groaned, "fine wwhatevver! see if anyone cares!" He watched as his dancestor walked off, and mumbled a curse beneath his breath, proceeding to walk as far away from the douche as he could.