Alone

You are Eridan Ampora and you are alone. Truly and utterly alone, even at this present moment. Sometimes it consumes you, leaving you depressed and longing for the presence of something that can give you emotional support. Then your thoughts get drowned out by a rushing torrent of unfulfilled desires, and things that could have been, but will never happen and you find yourself crying. You pull your cape around you and take deep breaths, sobs racking your lanky body.

You hide behind your flirty and suggestive remarks and make it seem like you don't care about the cruel remarks, and harsh opinions about you. You hide behind you not so massive ego and at times when you are unbearably lonely and you find yourself wondering why you bother; all the things you are hiding from burst to the surface, leaving you regretting everything.

At the same time, you really did wish they were all dead, at least then they couldn't ignore you, or use you as a scapegoat or destroy your true home any further. They certainly weren't going to clean it up, but pretty soon, there were just going to be things you couldn't fix. Your home would slowly deteriorate and then you'd be forced to live on land, watching what should be your home from the equally destroyed surface world.

You are conflicted because you know that if they are all dead, you will be left with nothing but the moirail that abandoned you when you needed her most. You don't recognize it and try to forget, but this is what spawned your clinginess. Your entire life, nobody has ever stayed in your life for extended amounts of time. They got annoyed or scared, deemed you 'crazy' and 'overly dramatic' and left, or logged off, leaving you to be consumed by loneliness once again. They realize that you do some of it for attention, and yet they still send you on your way, nobody caring enough to console you, and nobody hating you enough to call you out on it. Out of all the trolls that didn't care for you, none of them seemed to hate you.

That small fact sticks in the back of your mind, giving you false hope of one day maybe someone would care, maybe someone would even be red for you. They wouldn't care that you tended to be overly dramatic, and clingy at times, because they like you for you. It this large amount of false hope that dragged you out of your depression and back into reality, only to continue on with cycling through.

You are alone and left clinging to the nearly non-existent possibility that someone will care for you.

This was spawned from my friend and I psychoanalyzing why Eridan acts the way he does. Eridan just needs some lovins…*cuddles Eridan*