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[ :bulletblack: Eridan is not as likely to call for help or bewail his pain.
The reason for this is because Eridan has helped Feferi feed the Gl'bgolyb before (spelled that wrong i know it) and also, he loved Feferi dearly and was a good friend of hers, especially being her ex moirail; it makes him more willing to try and find where she 'is' thuogh its a useless venture as she's completely consumed by the horrorterror (See Feferi's headcanon regarding this). This makes it more difficult for him to return. But he can still reach out on occasion. :bulletblack: He's corrupted Sollux, Equius and Nepeta. He was corrupted by Feferi.
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*cowers in the corner*
[ i don't RP with personal accounts :\ ]
( Oh ok then, sorry. :U)
{limping around the streets ;; looking for her lost child. She then felt of a presence of someone in the area and stopped.}
<<He felt another aura, dark like his but not exactly the same. Dead, almost. But definitely a dark aura. And so he turned to see the other entity, staring at the other blankly. He thought little of her; the horrorterrors were his friends and so why would something like her be scary? Surely, she was just misunderstood, just like his friends. He smiled a little, and opened his mouth.>>
̞̰͓̮̘̺̭̝̜̟̹̭̩̲ͥͩ̌ͬ̄̅̅͘͜H͚̙͔̞̥̪̪̤̊̌̑́ͮ̅̍̽́̆͐̐ͨ̏͒̈́͘͢Ē̢̡͙̭̺̥̰̙̤̺̲̩͓̻̻̱̖̣̺͎̘ͪ̔̓ͭ̉̅̐ͪͪͫͯ̒͞Ļ̷̛̟̮̜̫͇̓ͮ̍̑̑͋̾̀P̸̢̃̐̒̈ͮ̓̅ͯ̌͆̂͆͊́̚͡͏͍̗̫̳͕͎̙G̡͖̦̻̟̼̘̙̥̙̤ͪͫͯͥ̓̾ͥ͞͠Ơ̴̡̪̠̗̺̰̹͍̪͓͉̟͈ͦ̄ͣ̈́ͩ͆̒̀ͤ̍̋ͭ̑́̀̃̀̚ͅD̨̦͕̱̈́̏́̀͘ ̸̧͔͇̲̰̪̬̺̞̥͕͚̜̫͙͈̊̍͋̓̎ͫͯͤ͑ͫ̆͗ͧͧͨ̕ͅH̴̸͖͉̻̥̭̙͈̫̻͕̹͇̅̒͋̊̽̕͢͝ͅĖ̯͖͎̲̝̰̳̄̀͌̍͊̀̓̒͋̇͢͠͡L͐͆̊ͭͣ̊̔͑͏̸̭̞̲̱̩̗̩̘͈͖̘͚͇̖͘ͅP̐̈́̓̾̇̃̂͒ͣ̊̏͏̶̬̞͉̠̟̜̙̺͖͎̦̟̖̭͔̗̫̰́̀͡ͅ ͑̆́̊͗ͧͫ͑̀̚͏̩͖̠͈̩̦̟̫͚̰̩M̮̰̦͓͇̖̒̎͂̋̆ͥ̌ͭͩ̈́͛͂͆ͥ̀͠Ḙ̵͖͔̝̻̹̜͙̖͕̯͕̳͕̀̋ͩ̔͊̋́͢͞
¿uıɟǝɯos pǝǝu noʎ op ˙ǝɹǝɥʇ ollǝɥ
WWANT TO ̧͚̞̼̾͆̿B̙͕͓̠͍̻̞̪̽̀͛͆͠͡Ę̷͔͊̌̓̇ͤ͒ͣ͂F̷̺̿̊ͥͩͭ͋̓͘R̸̋̋ͫ̇͋ͬ̇҉̵̳̬̘̩̣̣͙̤ͅI̘͔͈͚̺̜͍͉̤ͫ̿̀̍͟E̳̗ͨ͡͠N̨̑̿͛̚҉̭͍̟͉̩̭̤̜D̤̰͈ͥ̄̓͋̑͘S͇̗̲̃̿̆̏̂̐͋̚?̬̼̞̰͎͙̤̰̜̐ͣ̿͌̈́̃̊͜͞ "
̞̰͓̮̘̺̭̝̜̟̹̭̩̲ͥͩ̌ͬ̄̅̅͘͜H͚̙͔̞̥̪̪̤̊̌̑́ͮ̅̍̽́̆͐̐ͨ̏͒̈́͘͢Ē̢̡͙̭̺̥̰̙̤̺̲̩͓̻̻̱̖̣̺͎̘ͪ̔̓ͭ̉̅̐ͪͪͫͯ̒͞Ļ̷̛̟̮̜̫͇̓ͮ̍̑̑͋̾̀P̸̢̃̐̒̈ͮ̓̅ͯ̌͆̂͆͊́̚͡͏͍̗̫̳͕͎̙G̡͖̦̻̟̼̘̙̥̙̤ͪͫͯͥ̓̾ͥ͞͠Ơ̴̡̪̠̗̺̰̹͍̪͓͉̟͈ͦ̄ͣ̈́ͩ͆̒̀ͤ̍̋ͭ̑́̀̃̀̚ͅD̨̦͕̱̈́̏́̀͘ ̸̧͔͇̲̰̪̬̺̞̥͕͚̜̫͙͈̊̍͋̓̎ͫͯͤ͑ͫ̆͗ͧͧͨ̕ͅH̴̸͖͉̻̥̭̙͈̫̻͕̹͇̅̒͋̊̽̕͢͝ͅĖ̯͖͎̲̝̰̳̄̀͌̍͊̀̓̒͋̇͢͠͡L͐͆̊ͭͣ̊̔͑͏̸̭̞̲̱̩̗̩̘͈͖̘͚͇̖͘ͅP̐̈́̓̾̇̃̂͒ͣ̊̏͏̶̬̞͉̠̟̜̙̺͖͎̦̟̖̭͔̗̫̰́̀͡ͅ ͑̆́̊͗ͧͫ͑̀̚͏̩͖̠͈̩̦̟̫͚̰̩M̮̰̦͓͇̖̒̎͂̋̆ͥ̌ͭͩ̈́͛͂͆ͥ̀͠Ḙ̵͖͔̝̻̹̜͙̖͕̯͕̳͕̀̋ͩ̔͊̋́͢͞
¿uıɟǝɯos pǝǝu noʎ op ˙ǝɹǝɥʇ ollǝɥ
WWANT TO ̧͚̞̼̾͆̿B̙͕͓̠͍̻̞̪̽̀͛͆͠͡Ę̷͔͊̌̓̇ͤ͒ͣ͂F̷̺̿̊ͥͩͭ͋̓͘R̸̋̋ͫ̇͋ͬ̇҉̵̳̬̘̩̣̣͙̤ͅI̘͔͈͚̺̜͍͉̤ͫ̿̀̍͟E̳̗ͨ͡͠N̨̑̿͛̚҉̭͍̟͉̩̭̤̜D̤̰͈ͥ̄̓͋̑͘S͇̗̲̃̿̆̏̂̐͋̚?̬̼̞̰͎͙̤̰̜̐ͣ̿͌̈́̃̊͜͞ "
{/slightly turning her head to the other and stared at him.} ...Friends...? {/slowly tilting her head to the side ;; starting to limp over to the other.}
<<He just smiled and tilted his head to the side, his blank eyes still gazing at her, undaunted by the gruesome sight of her.
˙pɐs uɐ 'pooʇsɹǝpunsıɯ ɯɐǝs noʎ ˙spuǝıɹɟ 'sǝʎ
<<He stood there, hands held behind his back, linked together.>>
YOU ̴̧͇̭͙̪̜ͬ̌ͪ̓̚ͅD̺̫̙ͪ͗͟͢O̖̤̰̞̯̩̯͔͇̽ͣ͝N̷̪̣̱̯̰̾̓̿̉̚'ͪͤ̋ͩ҉̷̘T̬̫̜̩̤͉̄̈̐͝ͅH̛̞͐͊ͨ̇̏̚̕Ȃ̖̊ͨ̀͋ͪ͟͠V̢̞͑̐̓ͫ̽͂͑́V̷͙̙̘̘̣̟̯ͯ̔ͮ̇́E̡̛̜͙̜̺̥ͣ͋̈̉̓ ̨̣̟͙̳̯̘͍̽̎̽ͦ͜T̡̮͙̥͖͙̯̥̱̬̿̒̈̉͘O̸̹̥͍̼͙̻̰̐ͤ̇̄̀ͨ́ ͦ́̌҉̤͎͇͓͙̞̮̼̯͘B̃͂ͩ͊͂͏̠͕̱̻͎ͅE̵̙̯̬̠͉͓͇͖͓̓͗ͪ̇͗͟ ̸̹ͨ̇͒̏̽͋͞ͅÃ͖͓̩̯̺̟̆ͩ͐̓̓Ļ̟͔̯̝̭̈͊̄̄ͦ̇ͫ͗͢ͅO̧̢ͭ͒ͬ͗̆͛͊̄͏̺͉̤̠̫Nͥͥ̎̀̇̍ͪ҉̦̠̼͚̥̦̙̮̞E̤͖͉ͭ̋̉̄͟͢͠.͇͖̅͊̈̓ͯ͂͜ͅ ̜̞̘̣̲̳͚̦̌̋W͑̈ͪ̐̾͏̷̱̹W̜̭̺̯̖̄̅ͭ̔̔E̷͖͙͍̖͍͇ͦ͌̋̔ͣ̓̿ͯ͝͞ ̙̖̻̱͉̠͔̓́̊̓̚͡͞͝C̨̯̺͙̹̟̓̈ͣ̓́̋̊A̭͚̣̬͉̳̽̋̀ͪ͂̃ͨ͐͠ͅN͌̏ͩ̿̓͏͝͏̞̩̱̠̖͍̼̫ ̴̪͇͔͇̯̥̟̔̈́ͨ̀B̬̹̗̼̠̮̉͛͛̕͜Ḛ̰̬̼͉̱̠̮͔̇̑́̐̃̚͟͟F̩̹̠̣̼̮ͨ̋͗͗ͣ̔ͣ̒̏́͡R̥̯ͦ̄ͫ͊͒̀͜Í̛͌͛̈҉̖̱̤͙͔̘ͅĒ̵̟̯̏̉̂ͭ̑N̡̩̝̰̰̖̝̩ͫ̔̈́ͣ́Ď̨̰͇̪ͭS̳̜͈̤̗̟̽͌͂.̷̘̯͖̺̺̥̾̋͟͠
˙pɐs uɐ 'pooʇsɹǝpunsıɯ ɯɐǝs noʎ ˙spuǝıɹɟ 'sǝʎ
<<He stood there, hands held behind his back, linked together.>>
YOU ̴̧͇̭͙̪̜ͬ̌ͪ̓̚ͅD̺̫̙ͪ͗͟͢O̖̤̰̞̯̩̯͔͇̽ͣ͝N̷̪̣̱̯̰̾̓̿̉̚'ͪͤ̋ͩ҉̷̘T̬̫̜̩̤͉̄̈̐͝ͅH̛̞͐͊ͨ̇̏̚̕Ȃ̖̊ͨ̀͋ͪ͟͠V̢̞͑̐̓ͫ̽͂͑́V̷͙̙̘̘̣̟̯ͯ̔ͮ̇́E̡̛̜͙̜̺̥ͣ͋̈̉̓ ̨̣̟͙̳̯̘͍̽̎̽ͦ͜T̡̮͙̥͖͙̯̥̱̬̿̒̈̉͘O̸̹̥͍̼͙̻̰̐ͤ̇̄̀ͨ́ ͦ́̌҉̤͎͇͓͙̞̮̼̯͘B̃͂ͩ͊͂͏̠͕̱̻͎ͅE̵̙̯̬̠͉͓͇͖͓̓͗ͪ̇͗͟ ̸̹ͨ̇͒̏̽͋͞ͅÃ͖͓̩̯̺̟̆ͩ͐̓̓Ļ̟͔̯̝̭̈͊̄̄ͦ̇ͫ͗͢ͅO̧̢ͭ͒ͬ͗̆͛͊̄͏̺͉̤̠̫Nͥͥ̎̀̇̍ͪ҉̦̠̼͚̥̦̙̮̞E̤͖͉ͭ̋̉̄͟͢͠.͇͖̅͊̈̓ͯ͂͜ͅ ̜̞̘̣̲̳͚̦̌̋W͑̈ͪ̐̾͏̷̱̹W̜̭̺̯̖̄̅ͭ̔̔E̷͖͙͍̖͍͇ͦ͌̋̔ͣ̓̿ͯ͝͞ ̙̖̻̱͉̠͔̓́̊̓̚͡͞͝C̨̯̺͙̹̟̓̈ͣ̓́̋̊A̭͚̣̬͉̳̽̋̀ͪ͂̃ͨ͐͠ͅN͌̏ͩ̿̓͏͝͏̞̩̱̠̖͍̼̫ ̴̪͇͔͇̯̥̟̔̈́ͨ̀B̬̹̗̼̠̮̉͛͛̕͜Ḛ̰̬̼͉̱̠̮͔̇̑́̐̃̚͟͟F̩̹̠̣̼̮ͨ̋͗͗ͣ̔ͣ̒̏́͡R̥̯ͦ̄ͫ͊͒̀͜Í̛͌͛̈҉̖̱̤͙͔̘ͅĒ̵̟̯̏̉̂ͭ̑N̡̩̝̰̰̖̝̩ͫ̔̈́ͣ́Ď̨̰͇̪ͭS̳̜͈̤̗̟̽͌͂.̷̘̯͖̺̺̥̾̋͟͠
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