My Hate, My Love, My Equilibrium •Erisol•

•Day 1•

"Fuck you."

I silently sigh and glance above my book at the man leaking profanities. Tall, lanky, pale, gorgeous, nerdy. The usual type around here. Except he looks somewhat healthy- a rarity.

"Solluxander, that is no way to speak to a person trying to help you." The orderly reprimands, holding the squirming brunette back from his flailing. The shades of auburn remind me of my old hair. Oh thank god the workers in this place allowed me my precious hair dye. I wouldn't be Eridan Ampora without my blonde streak. My wandering thoughts are again interrupted by the newbie's foul mouth.

"Oh, believe me Thir, I know. But you aren't a perthon. You're gum on the bottom of my fucking thoe." He speaks with a lisp while glowering at the nurse in white before spitting on the other man's shoes.

"Mr. Captor, that's your second warning today." The orderly says warily.

"Boo-fucking-hoo." He's quick to reply.

"Solluxander-"

"For fuck'th thake, will you thtop calling me Tholluxander? My name is Thollux. Pure and thimple." The boy- I now know as Sollux- interrupts.

From my peripheral vision I watch as the orderly rubs his temples in frustration, sighing.

"Sollux... Would you please mind your language around here? Your mouth is going to get you into some serious trouble here. If you don't heed my final warning, I'm going to have to-"

"What? What could pothibly be worthe than thith?"

"That's it! I've had enough of this! You're getting moved to a new division!" I look up curiously at this. A new division? They can do that so quickly?

"Oh big whoop. Tho? What doeth that mean?"

"It means you're moving to the West wing." I drop my book quietly with a slight thud. The West wing? Poor fellow...

The West Wing is where they put the utmost undesirables. They put the broken beyond repair there. Usually only for reform or punishment, they're gone within a few days. How do I know?

I've lived there for two years.

What's wrong with him, anyway? He seems perfectly fine- sure, a bit sarcastic and a hell of a bit loud- but nothing drastic enough that would explain him being registered in here.

Where is here, you ask?

Why, Foster's Home Of Imaginary Friends, of course!

Not.

No, we're talking about the big shots here. The infamous, fabled, conspicuously monochrome Hussieville Sanitarium for the Clinically Insane.

"Aww thit, you're putting me with the freakth there?!"

"Sollux!" The man whisper-shouts, glancing in my direction. Sollux follows his gaze, meeting my eyes in a few seconds. Well at least I assume he did behind his two-toned oval eyeglasses.

"What? Ith he one of them?" He walks closer to me almost intimidatingly.
"What'th your name, thcrub?"

"Sollux, he doesn't-"

"What? He doethn't want to talk to me? He can tell me if he feelth that way."

"No Sollux, he doesn't-"

"I'm thure he'd be happy to talk to me."

"No Sollux, he doesn't talk!" The nurse shouts, causing a small uproar in the otherwise implicitly soundless room, and a wince from me in accordance to his abrasive tone.

I slowly crack open my left eye, watching anxiously as Sollux tilts his head in apparent confusion- or more so  in suspicion. When he finally opens his mouth, I find myself still in anticipation of his statement.

"The weirdo can't talk?"

I squint my eyes in a half-hearted glare at his inquisition.

Thankfully, the orderly steps in.

"It isn't that he can't talk, it's that he won't talk. You should consider apologizing to him, Sollux. He's going to be your only neighbor in this entire place. You might as well make friends."

With an over-dramatic sigh and assumed roll of the eyes, Sollux plops down in the seat next to me.

"Tho how ith thith gonna work? Charadeth?" I snarl at him and grab my notepad from my lap. Taking my pen, I scrawl a few words across the yellow paper. Not caring about his messy the edges will be, I tear the sheet out and hand it to him before standing with my things and setting off towards my wing. Well, soon to be semi-my-wing.

With a smirk, I hear his audible scoff at my message. With a victorious pep in my step, I continue walking with a newfound vigor and a fleeting memory of my inkwell dancing across the notepad. I'll have those words on my gravestone...

The only charade here is the act that you have any sense of validity in my life. Nice to meet you, lispy. Hopefully I'll never see you again.

~Eridan Ampora

Author's Note: AND SO IT BEGINS WHOOP WHOOP LET'S DO THIS

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