Prince of Heart- Honk :o)

Eridan stormed his way back through the halls of the meteor, seething with anger and intent on doing what he should've done back on the meteor. This clown had put him through enough shit, then to fuck him over some more, cheated on him with another Kismesis, and he was done. Done of being abandoned again and again. In all truth, maybe he was going 'all Eridan' again. Maybe he was overreacting like he did just over a sweep ago. But he felt like he had to do this, like this time, the receiving party deserved it.

He barged through the automatic door to the library, his arms hidden beneath his cape and his back slightly hunched over. He continued past the table where Rose was seated just fifteen minutes ago, now a trail of alcoholic beverages trailing off in the direction of Kanaya's room, past a myriad of toppled bookcases. He walked directly past it; there was no time to worry about her when he had Bards to kill and irons in the fire. So many fucking irons. He rounded the corner and jogged up the stairs, ending up out the front of the computer room's door. The Prince clenched his fist, let out a deep sigh, and stepped forward to open the automatic door.

As he stepped inside, he examined the state of the room. The place looked pretty much identical since the groups old trolling days; a large pile of horns still sat in the corner of the room with dried up fuchsia blood covering it, the computers were in various sets of disarray ranging from dust to full destruction, and underneath Eridan was a crusty puddle of Jade blood. The room was still well lit, though Eridan didn't know why, and the door decided to close back up, trapping him up in the room with where ever that clown was. He gave a quick scan of the room, taking a few more steps in, before stopping near the pile of horns.

"gam you ovver appreciated non finned prick revveal yourself!" Eridan called out, clicking his cape off and letting it fall to the ground. No response came, so he tried once more, "come on out you fuckin purple swwilled cheater!"

"you called?" he heard Gamzee say behind him prompting Eridan to jerk his body back. He found the clown standing there menacingly, slightly hunched over and the facial wound still prominent across his nose.

Eridan straightened up, clearing his throat. "wwell im glad you actually decided to see me for once in your miserable life."

Gamzee took a couple of steps towards Eridan, furthering himself from the ventilation shaft near a broken computer set up. "I'VE BEEN MOTHER FUCKING busy lately."

"i knoww," Eridan replied, taking a couple of steps back, "i heard about you and ter. howw the fuck could you do that?"

"MOTHER FUCKING EASILY," Gamzee claimed, continuing his way toward the Prince. "i took advantage of a vulnerable and hot girl."

"but wwhy the shit?" Eridan nervously replied, further backing away from the much taller troll. "wwhy not just break up wwith me then?"

"BECAUSE, my fishy amigo, I EXPLAINED A MOTHER FUCKING LOAD OF MONTHS AGO that it was going to be you, i, AND A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND."

Eridan felt his back hit the front of a desk, putting him in a corner against the clown. He felt a bead of sweat form its way down his cheek, the clown's advances making him feel more than slightly uncomfortable.

"but i didnt agree to this bs," Eridan continued, ignoring his fears. "i nevver wwanted ter to get tangled up wwith you."

Gamzee finally stood a few inches from Eridan, outstretching his arm so it leaned against the wall behind the desk, and lent his head down so far that Eridan could smell the average tasting soda on him. "and what is that supposed to mean?" Gamzee asked, as Eridan heard the distinct sound of the metal door sliding open.

Eridan gulped, "i… i wwanna break up wwith you gam. and i wwant you to stop botherin ter as wwell."

Gamzee slowly lowered his hand so that it laid on the desk on the other side of Eridan, trapping the Prince. "OH FUCKING YEAH? and what if i have different plans?"

"wwell you dont get to make that choice. i wwant to do it so fuck you."

"HAHAHAHAHA. fucking ha. I DON'T THINK SO BRO. i got needs that got to go get filled, YOU FUCKING FEEL ME?"

"gam please get awway from me. youre makin me uncomfortable."

"and i'm uncomfortable with how much you ain't giving me, ya know? SO, my dear, dear, eridan, HOW'S ABOUT WE GET ON WITH TH-"

Gamzee's awfully intimidating manner was interrupted by a loud clang sounding from behind, turning out to be a frying pan colliding with the back of the Bard's head. The clown fell facefirst at Eridan's feet, and the saviour revealed himself, well, themselves, as Karkat and Kanaya, and to a lesser extent Rose who stood behind the two, still very much intoxicated. Karkat took a sigh of relief, letting the pan fall to the ground, and looked up at Eridan with a relieved expression.

"HOLY SHIT, I WANTED TO DO THAT EVER SINCE THE GUY STARTED IGNORING ME." He manoeuvred over Gamzee, wrapping an arm around Eridan. "YOU OKAY DUDE? HE WAS GETTING PRETTY CLOSE TO YOU."

"i guess? i feel wweird. he wwas kinda advvancin and..." Eridan stopped himself. "thanks i guess. but a feww more seconds and i wwoulda givven the guy wwhat the fuck for."

"So It Seemed," Kanaya said sarcastically, a gleeful smile on her face. "Oh Finally We Have Him! The Clown Is Finally Down!" She too approached Eridan, the smile falling and her hands on her hips. "You Were Seeing Him This Whole Time And Did Not Think To Tell Me?"

"wwell fuckin first off you hate me and second off i thought he had genuine black feelins for me so excuse me for not runnin to you like a blue blood to the condescension."

"Is That An Actual Phrase?"

"it is noww. look im just really frustrated right noww. can we get rid of gam yet?"

"With Pleasure. I Can Finally-" Kanaya gazed to where Gamzee had been, now empty, and sighed defeatedly.

"FUCK, HOW DOES THE DOUCHE MANAGE TO SLIP AWAY WITHOUT US SEEING HIM? HE'S OVER SIX FEET FUCKING TALL, HE'S A GOD DAMN LUSUS BY ALL ACCOUNTS."

"I Suppose It Doesn't Matter Now. Eridan I Am Glad Youre Safe Really. But We Wont Be There Like This To Save You In The New Session. And There Has Been Something I Have Been Thinking About Extensively." She pulled something from her Captchalogue, though hid it behind her back. "So I Hope I Do Not Regret My Decision But Since You Have Proven Yourself To Be At Least Somewhat Decent Again…" She outstretched her arm and held out her hand, which had a thin, white stick in it. "Here. To Defend Yourself In The New Session When We Get There."

Eridan opened his mouth in awe, and quickly snatched the stick from her hand. He felt the thing radiate, and he knew exactly what it was.

"Now I Dont Want You To Misuse This New Found Power Alright? We Dont Need A Repeat Of You Know What."

Eridan found himself too immersed in the magic/science of the wand to pay attention to what the Sylph was saying, but nodded anyway. Now he was back to his former glory. And this time, he was going to try his damndest to keep himself from repeating mistakes of the past; no matter the cost.