After learning of the terrible news from Terezi, Eridan stepped out from his slime pod and took the time to look around his room. Above his pod were a variety of posters for various sporting teams; Eridan was a large fan of the Hoofbeasts. In one corner of his room lay a large pile of shitty wands. Ever since his first run in with the horrorterrors, he figured he might as well do something to protect himself in case they returned. Near the door was a closet that has been locked for as long as Eridan could remember. He felt no need to try and open it, for he just simply knew it was locked.
Eridan stepped out from his room into the kitchen, where he saw his seahorse lusus preparing a meal, as always.
"Well, my pathetic son wasn't killed by Terezi? That's a first," his lusus sneered. Seahorsedad has been ashamed of Eridan ever since he moved back into the house. "So, boy, are you going to do something productive today or be a pathetic ass? Wait, you don't need to tell me, I know you are going to be pathetic as usual."
Eridan sighed, enduring yet another morning of torment from his lusus. "im gonna go to the diner for breakfast today, dad. im not in the mood for fuckin boilin wwater today." Seahorsedad only boiled water for meals in his trusty pot. Always. "later im gonna see doctor jade again, maybe she wwill encourage me to do fuckin somethin."
"Oh, isn't that hilarious! Eridan, actually doing something with his life? Fucking hilarious, if you ask me. Do whatever you want, you little shitty grub."
Eridan walked into his living room, his head down in shame. Every day he goes through this treatment by his lusus, who despises his pathetic excuse for a grub. Before he goes, however, Eridan snags a magnet off his fridge. He had no idea why, but he thought it might somehow come in handy.
As Eridan entered his living room, he caught sight of his TV, displaying local news. The station was airing Feferi's murder, listing off all sorts of possible suspects. As Eridan watches the program the reporter's face is suddenly replaced by a strange figure wearing goggles, who bared an uncanny resemblance to Feferi.
"hey, you, punk. apparently you gotta fuckin save my sorry ass and all of t)(e dark world from t)(e )(orrorterrors. dunno how a pathetic loser like you is gonna do it, but w)(atever. my fuckin name is meenah, and t)(e horrorterrors are back." As quickly as the goggled face appeared, it vanished as the reporter showed up on the TV again.
"wwell that wwas fuckin wwierd."
Eridan heard the doorbell ring, and answered it. A deliveryman was carrying a package at the door, addressed to Eridan from an anonymous sender. Eridan received the package and opened it to reveal a ticket to the Dark Carnival, opening up in a few days near the park where Feferi's corpse was discovered. Eridan has never cared for the circus, but it might give him something to do in this boring shithole of a town. This information was getting too convoluted to process, so Eridan fled to the bathroom. This was his favorite place to think, by the presence of his only real friend, the toilet. After spending nearly an hour sitting by the shower in deep thought, Eridan decided the best course of action was to head around town and ask for details about Feferi's death. Eridan left through the front door, but not before grabbing his trusty camera from a cabinet in the living room and being jeered by his lusus for spending so much time each day in the bathroom.