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Three sweeps to the day and Eridan "Bulgegrabber" Ampora was still screaming in your fucking ear. You woke up in the middle of the Earth-C morning with him as an alarm clock.
There he was, on your floor again, getting his gushing blood, squishing guts, and splintery little bits of flimsy seadweller bone all over your tiles. Screaming his fucking head off like he was the lead in a Operager all the while.
You didn't get sleepwalking daymares the way Terezi did, waking up with her sword already buried in something. No, instead you just fucking stayed awake for the terrors.
