that one canon-compliant post ending Eridan prompt

[Dave Strider]

Hey I'm kinda proud of this stupid prompt even tho I have 0 motivation to reply to my ongoing rps with it right now, so I'll just share it here. Also if one of my partner is on here, I PROMISE my lack of motivation isn't your fault bruh.

It should be noted that in this prompt, I accept pretty much any-fucking-one. That makes sense ofc.

As a seadweller, you'd figure waking up underwater wouldn't be that much of a problem. But it turns out that for Eridan, this time, it was positively awful. For a moment, he had thought he was drowning. His movements were erratic as he desperately struggled to reach the surface. His gills refused to work. The water he kept swallowing burned his throat.

Was it because of how long it had been since he'd actually been underwater? Or was it because of how unfamiliar this ocean tasted? He didn't know. Truth be told, he couldn't think much, as he fought against the water surrounding him, fought to break the surface.

He managed, eventually. It felt like it had taken him hours. And when he finally breathed in the outside air, and his gills flared up to take in all the oxygen they possibly could, it hurt so bad. It took a lot of willpower to force himself to swim to the nearest shore. But it was still less painful than being under the surface.

The swim to the shore gave him time to think. To remember. Where was he, before waking up? He... Remembered Kanaya. Her chainsaw, mostly. He remembered the meteor. He remembered his own killing spree. Then, there were other memories - much more unclear, as if they were from a dream, a long, long dream, that had lasted literal sweeps. Memories of being dead, of seeing Feferi, and Aradia, and there was Sollux too. Memories of the confusion, the despair of being a sprite. Those all looked like a fragment of his imagination.

Getting to his feet proved to be... Difficult. His soaked clothes kept getting in the way. His cape was getting tangled in his legs. After taking a few hesitant steps, that nearly ended up in him tripping over his own feet, he ended up ripping it off and abandoning it on the sand. The texture of his rings felt uncomfortable on his fingers - he got rid of them as well. They just didn't feel as important as they used to do, for some reason.

He looked up at the sky, and saw something he had never seen before - daylight. A blue sky, with white clouds. The sun. A yellow sun, that did not blind him on spot. Sure, it did hurt his eyes a little, especially considering he spent a good time looking at it. But that was nothing.

Where... Was he?

Next thing he noticed was an over abundance of trees. Large trees, with lots of leaves. Green, unfamiliar leaves.

Where WAS he?

The question kept repeating itself in his brain, as he started making his way through the trees, away from the shore.