Prince of Heart- Wow what it hasn't been a MONTH fuckin lmaooo

Eridan awoke just a moment later, feeling one ring lighter than before, onto a purple marble floor, smooth to the touch on his weathered fingers. He was now finished with everything he had to do; having just finished talking to the dead Vriska a moment ago and making up with his dancestor, he felt re-invigorated, something he hadn't felt since he was sweeps younger, FLARPing on the high seas. Everything had beat him down, torn him apart, made himself his worst enemy, but things were different now, and he had to make sure it wasn't all for nothing. It can not have been for nothing.

Derse was just as he'd remembered it, even if it weren't his own version of the moon, but some other version of his'. With its smooth and clear marble floors that were extremely cold to the touch, to, as he looked up from the ground he landed on with such grace, the twisted and morphing architecture consisting of towers, palaces and walkways coated in that recognisable purple. The only place he ever really felt he belonged way back in his game; when the inhabitants would treat him like a true king, and he actually saw his friends, even if it were only to kill the former queen. He wondered how this universes version of him went in the game, whether he had better relations with his friends or if everything were the same aside from when he died. Which still alluded him, having never been told the circumstances of his heroic death, though he couldn't particularly care. It was a new start for him, and worrying for the past too much only ever bogged him down.

The slightly nasally voice of John was heard from a few meters away, snapping his attention, "oh hey eridan! come on over!"

Eridan jogged over to John's position underneath a large arch and atop a wide walkway, the city still busying itself below with their petite jobs, blissfully unaware of the small-scale battle between literal Gods about to happen. With John were the people that said they would help fight Her Imperious Condescension: the Rogue Roxy and the Seer Rose, all three dressed in their ascended uniforms.

"god i feel fuckin underpowered here," Eridan claimed, stopping beside Roxy, who sat against the railing of the walkway, "will i be any help here evven?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk Eridan," Rose replied, sat up on the railing dangling her legs over the edge, "I thought you were quite eager to fight your former celebrity crush?"

"i nevver fuckin said i had a crush on her but more to my point im not fuckin god tiered so i cant fly around like a hero and shit."

"Not all heroes can fly," Rose told him. "In fact, I'd beg to say that you're the most suited to the role, with such an elaborate and flappy cape."

Eridan huffed, crossing his arms, "you knoww wwhat i mean seer."

"Seer? Not 'wwitch' this time?" Rose poked an eyebrow at him.

"wwhy wwould i call you a wwitch still?"

"Hmm," Rose hummed, looking away from him and kicking her legs slightly, before turning her head back to him. "I kind of miss it. Made me feel like my dreams were coming to life."

"wwell it wwas said outta spite so i havve no clue howw but wwhatevver tickles your fancy wwitch."

Rose smiled, something genuine and uncondescending to Eridan for once, a friendly look in her eyes. "So I assume John can fill you in on our 'master plan'?"

John blinked wildly in his confusion, being put on the spot, but chuckled it off and told Eridan, "uh we don't have one hehheh."

Eridan furrowed his brow through his glasses. "so you havve NOTHIN?"

Roxy piped up with an answer to his obvious question, "nope nada were basically winging it and hoping that we can overpower her between the bunch of us."

Eridan sighed, frustrated at the lack of preparation, before replying, "wwell lucky me for gettin stuck wwith you flounderin triskets. but one in all in and ill fight to my death wwith you guys plan or no."

"Well if we give up," Rose said, hopping from her position and floating just over the railing, "we lose. Period. There won't be any reset buttons, or scratches, coming back from the dead, or abandoning our universe for another; we fail." Rose floated down onto the balcony, and proceeded to clap her hands together once. "But, you know, go team R.R.J.E."

"rrje?" Eridan questioned.

"Our names, in an anogram."

"wouldn't it be better to call it jerr?" John asked, saying the word instead of spelling it.

"Not if I want my slash Roxy's name first up. Take your pick but that's all I'll compromise."

"there is no wway im callin it that," Eridan proclaimed.

Rose chuckled, before sliding down next to Roxy, whom was still twiddling her thumbs out of nervousness, and saying, "So these could be our last days alive guys. If you got any regrets, just put them out there. I'd say that mine was not connecting with my real mother more before she died, letting her know that I appreciate everything she did for me. Oh, how idiotic I was as a thirteen-year-old, believing her to be taunting me by engaging in my hobbies and interests and being proud of me. Yes, ridiculous, but I just thought that before the game, and I hated her for it, and I wish I realised the genuinity of her actions before she went."

"jesus thats depressing as shit yo," Roxy replied, "and so much better than mine holy fuck." Roxy stretched out her arms and lent her head against the railing. "i was just gonna say 'i wish i kissed a guy before i went' ya feel."

"Oh, don't put yourself down Roxy," Rose replied, placing a hand on her shoulder. "That's awfully romantic of you."

Roxy cupped her own hand over Rose's on her shoulder, and gazed at John across from her, whom was still standing up. "maybe surviving will make it much better in some fd up way."

John smiled at her, taking a few seconds to realise she was talking about him, and blushed slightly. He then proceeded, "i guess mine's mostly the same as roses y'know. i wish i knew my dad better and all that. i also wish that id made a better leader instead of messing around the whole game. the only thing i really did good was the whole scratch thing but for pretty much everything else i wasn't there for Rose, Dave, and Jade."

"Well good thing you weren't a leader, remember?" Rose told him. "You were just our friend, trying to help us."

John chuckled, "why are you always so smart rose you should've been the big boss in charge. and i could have been the mischievous prankster of the group!"

Rose smiled in response. "You still made a fine friend-leader in the end John. Don't think otherwise."

Eridan sighed, thinking over the million and one regrets that sat with his heavy heart and destructive brain. There were so many things he wished he could've changed: fucking up his friendships on the meteor, being so enthralled by Aranea, killing all his friends in the old universe-even if it WASN'T his intention-, and all the little things he did on his home planet. All of it he regretted, and yet, he had no clue where to start.

Not that he could've said anything.

"Eridan! Heads up!" Rose shouted at him from his trance, causing him to look up at the group. But there she was, in front of everyone, the big baddie that had tormented his home world, along with numerous others, and ruled with an iron fist. Covered neck to toe in a tight fitting black and purple spandex jumpsuit that showed off curvaceous and fit figure, with her hair extending down to her behind with a crown sitting upon it, and with a pair of fuchsia glasses on the bridge of her nose, reminiscent of an older humans' pair.

Her Imperious Condescension.

"so," she spoke for the first time Eridan had ever heard, "ya'll are the mother glubbers tryna jack my life? well," she pulled her trident out, smashing it into the ground and causing it to crack, "thisll be easy as pie."