Everyone Doe2n't Hate You .::EriSol Fluff::.

Hello Reader! OnePoisonedBite here (I know such a cheesy name) with an EriSol fluff! Take note this is my first story so I apologize for anything out of the ordinary, misspells, or the like. Now to prevent myself from really spoiling the story, enjoy!

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        Three weeks has passed since he last stepped foot outside. Ever since all of the incidents that happened with practically everyone they all proved him clumsy and useless. The voices play on repeat day-in day-on.

"You can't even do one simple job without either breaking something or complaining. Just get out of my sight."

"I'm sorry, but I can't keep hanging around you anymore! You're so down and self-centered it's poisoning!"

"You might as well go back into that little hive of yours and not bother coming out if you're just going to keep causing disruption with everyone around you."

        Oh yeah, they're back louder than ever. Clearer than ever. Wasn't there anyone else who cared for this poor soul's being? And with that he contemplates. This day couldn't get any worse than the last. Might as well sum it all up, being hated for everything he is, losing his last moiral, and he's still flushed for a troll who he exactly knows won't feel the same. Not even the books can help burn down this feeling. Heh, now that you think of it, the troll despises him. Not one sentence has he ever said anything other than insults or other forms of hostility. Who is this poor pathetic troll? Well who else would it be?

        Eridan woke up 5:00 a.m. groggy. He didn't even bother fixing his hair because what's the point? It's not like he's trying to impress anyone. Not anymore. The husktop that lay on his desk remained untouched, looking as if it were a resort for dust. The position of resting at the foot of his recupracoon was too comfortable to get off of, but one thing was on his mind everyday, the whole day, after he woke up. Go to the window and stare through it, see what's up. There he spots Feferi everyday talking amongst her cuttlefish friends or feeding her lusus. Wait, that's all that ever goes on here. Come to think of it, when's the last time he ate anything? Actually, forget it. Not even food will fill his empty void for an inside.

        Sollux woke up two hours later than Eridan, same routine. Get up, eat, code, take a short nap, code, eat again, keep coding, then go to sleep. Sollux has shielded himself from everyone merely because he has no reason to talk to them. At least not anymore. Since everyone has found their matesprits already or are too occupied with themselves to care what happens to others. Take Karkat and Gamzee for example. Since Karkat popped in his romcoms and forced Gamzee to watch, it's become a daily routine for the both. Who knows maybe the same thing in those lovey-dovey romcoms will happen to the two. Hmm, matesprit... Somehow made Sollux feel empty, somewhat sad. He never had a matesprit nor ever thought of having one. Even with Aradia did he not have the thought. Until now that empty feeling consumed him, and the troll who was engraved in his mind was the matesprit Sollux wanted to have. To this day he still doesn't know what triggered him to have these felling for the troll.

        Three weeks past and there were no new messages from the only being he wanted a response from other than the girl he called off long ago. He missed their arguments, scarce use of caps lock from time to time, although he didn't mean all the things he said, he still misses them. Sollux has long known something was up with Eridan, but was too unsure if he wanted to seal his conclusion of asking him. Talk about cowardice. Plus he knew this troll wasn't desperate enough to agree and fill the desired quadrant with him, especially from all the things said to him, no chance. Alright enough delaying, Sollux decided to take his chances and go ask him. Of course, he'd have to do it face-to-face because Eridan isn't online anymore, more like hasn't.