[Eridan's not sure how long he had to process the amount of fear that coursed through him, because it felt like he had absolutely no time at all. The spreading of the crowd, the noise levels altering, everything passed by in a split second for him, and the moment his vision became encased by red and blue and shattering glass he was open-mouth screaming.]
[The pain pulses harshly in his skull, where it's so, so fucking sensitive and the shock in his gills sends them back into intake confusion. He tries to tell himself breathe motherfucker BREATHE but it only gets through half-way, his thinkpan being rattled by the electric shocks just as much as his gills feel like they're being fried. He reaches out, digs his claws deep into Sollux's skinnyfuck arms, and the distraught screaming turns into pained, wounded snarling.]
[He hadn't noticed he shut his eyes, the red and blue blinding him even through his eyelids. Mistake learned from trying to look directly into Sollux's exploding eyes, he squeezes them shut again, and can't process the fact that tears are fighting their way through. He hates hates hates this boy, he hates himself for not knowing, he fucking hates everything because this is entirely his fault and he knows it. Sure, big talk and bragging about how he could handle everything, but this wasn't expected, not this level of psychic energy and chaotic control over it.]
[The attempt to talk wretches out a choked sobsnarl instead from him. He can't even have a last word, fuck fuck fuck. In a way, though, this is better than he expected. This is hate, it's so black and damn personal that Eridan clings to every bit of romance he can claw his way to in it. He'll worry about fighting back in a minute, he needs this to last a bit longer, let him stew in this stupid fucking pain, let the crowd see that this boy really does hate him, it's not for fucking show.]
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[The pain pulses harshly in his skull, where it's so, so fucking sensitive and the shock in his gills sends them back into intake confusion. He tries to tell himself breathe motherfucker BREATHE but it only gets through half-way, his thinkpan being rattled by the electric shocks just as much as his gills feel like they're being fried. He reaches out, digs his claws deep into Sollux's skinnyfuck arms, and the distraught screaming turns into pained, wounded snarling.]
[He hadn't noticed he shut his eyes, the red and blue blinding him even through his eyelids. Mistake learned from trying to look directly into Sollux's exploding eyes, he squeezes them shut again, and can't process the fact that tears are fighting their way through. He hates hates hates this boy, he hates himself for not knowing, he fucking hates everything because this is entirely his fault and he knows it. Sure, big talk and bragging about how he could handle everything, but this wasn't expected, not this level of psychic energy and chaotic control over it.]
[The attempt to talk wretches out a choked sobsnarl instead from him. He can't even have a last word, fuck fuck fuck. In a way, though, this is better than he expected. This is hate, it's so black and damn personal that Eridan clings to every bit of romance he can claw his way to in it. He'll worry about fighting back in a minute, he needs this to last a bit longer, let him stew in this stupid fucking pain, let the crowd see that this boy really does hate him, it's not for fucking show.]