Eridan sat on the floor of his bathroom, holding a letter in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. He smiled faintly at the thought of how happy is 'friends' would be when he was gone.
He picked up a glass of water and poured about 20 sleeping pills into his hand. He took one pill for every cut on his wrist.
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The bottle was empty by the time they started to take effect. He slumped against the wall, holding the letter in his hands. He smiled tiredly before nodding off, body slowly going into shutdown.
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Three-Prow Ship
Hayran KurguHeyyyyy so @LovetheHomestucks started an absolutely amazing EriSolKar fanfiction but unfortunately didn't finish it. SO if any of you wanted to see it and/or the rest of it, I will be rewriting it here! It will follow the same conflict and basic plo...
