Eridan hated him, he hated his existence. He hated how he'd always mock his cape, he hated how he'd always blast him in the stomach. He hated how unfair he was. He hated him.

His eyes clenched shut, tears welding up behind them. He moved his obnoxious glasses, using his ringed fingers to wipe away his salty, gross tears.

Out of all trolls, why did it have to be the one that beat him black and blue every morning he woke up beside him?