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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
The seadweller peeked his head up from the crook of his knees, eyes thin and tired. But, his lips did crack at such a silly question, muttering three words. “I prefer knivves.”
drip, drip, plop, drip Went the faucet in the corner of this concrete room, slowly easing out every bit of insanity the Seadweller had. Shudders and shudders racked his malnourished frame, laying in a pile of flesh and bone in the corner. “S-savve… me…” he whimpered out with a hoarse throat, bloodshot eyes trained on that damned, leaky faucet… And he lost it, shooting up from his position on the ground, and lunging forewards to the sink, a hand gripping the metal faucet, and ripping it off from it’s socket.
Much, much better, he thought, taking in few more breaths, then collapsing on the ground. He was merely nothing now; here in this concrete room.
((Hey, this might make a good mini-series :D!))
He crept along in the night, just another Alternian Friday, searching through the streets and hive’s for something to… Do. “Nothin’. Fuckin’ nothin’.” He muttered darkly, shaking his head, deep violet cape flowing behind him as he walked and walked. Well, the hive was the next stop, taking whichever portal he chose to get there. ‘Husktop’ was the first thing he thought of…
“Nope, no asks yet. Fuck.” he sighed, cracking open a can of Faygo that pie-addict lent him. Tonight was going to be very, very tiring for this psychotic, insomniac son-of-a-tuna-roll.
((New ask blog? Slowly progressing psychotic Eridan, yes?))