Eridan's point of view:
Mph. Hmmm......
You feel enveloped in a soft, warm cloth of some sort. It is very pleasant. You try to turn on your side and pull up the blanket to your shoulder, then wince. You open your eyes to see that you are not in your hive. Where are you? You look around to see that you are in a white and blue room in some sort of.... What is it? Whatever it is, it is very comfortable. You try to sit up, experiencing some pain but eventually succeeding. The covers fall off of you to reveal bandages wrapped tightly around your torso. You look around for your shirt because the room is very cold, but don't see it. On the table next to you is a note and some folded clothes though. You barely make out the words since you have misplaced your glasses, but read, 'These clothes are for you, and the glasses I found are in the drawer, if they are yours.' You pick up your glasses, a bit crooked but still fit. Then you put on the large black hoodie left for you. On the front is a picture of a seahorse. Then you remember the events with the huge beast that attacked you.
Heading downstairs, the smell of food leads you to the kitchen area where a girl(or guy) is cooking. You stand there silently for a while, unsure of what to do next. Your stomach rumbles and the girl turns around to face you. "Oh hello. Are you feeling better?"
You nod and ask, " Did you help me?" She nods and motions for you to sit down at the table. You do so and the girl continues to make conversation. "So, do you know what happened to you? Do you remember anything?"
"Yeah, I wwas attacked by some huge creature, then somehoww ended up here. Uhm, may I ask, wwhat is your name and wwhat exactly are you?"
The girl smiles and says," My name is (y/n), and I'm a human. I was going to ask the same thing of you, but."
"Eridan ampora, and I'm a troll..." You respond. You trust this girl and talk to her until she brings over a plate of hot food. "Wwhat is that?"
"What, these? These are pancakes... You have never had them?"
"Of course not." You say, staring at the plate.
"They are really good, trust me. Here."
She cuts up the pancakes and pokes a piece with a tiny trident and holds it up to you. You guess she is trying to feed you. You open your mouth and chew. You are speechless at the amazing taste of these 'pancakes' and grab the plate that she placed I front of you, scarfing down every last bit.
