(that’s wonderful with me! <3)
A Humanstuck AU where Eridan is fired, yet again. This has happened to him quite a lot, lately. He walks back to his car, slowly gets in, and stares at the steering wheel, feeling tears well up. His keys dangle limply from the wheel. Just then, one of them catches his eye. He’s had it so long, he’s forgotten about it completely.
It was a plastic reconstruction of a lion’s tooth, with the words, “The Great Harley Circus, The Wonders of Pacific Island!“ and an address. Feeling he was out of options and out of luck, not to mention that he was feeling rather like a joke or a circus animal himself, he decided to seek out Harley’s freak show.
He drove all night until he came to the stadium, where he slept in the parking lot until morning. He was awoken with a tap on the glass. A figure was blotting out the dawning sunlight. A female figure.
He scrambled to a seating position, feeling a mixture of shame and indigence at being awoken in public. He rolled down the window only slightly, while keeping the door locked.
The woman bent suddenly, her face inches from his. The shock hit his system in a way that made him want to slam the window on her round little nose, until he saw who he was addressing.
She was not a tall woman, but what she lacked in height she made up for in strength and wild beauty. Her hair was wavy and thick, her skin was dark and exotic, her eyes were large and green, too bright for such a dark lady.
She chided him for sleeping in the parking lot, which clearly stated “NO LOITERING”. He snapped back that he wasn’t loitering, that he was here on business, not that it was any of hers, and showed her the keychain. Her eyebrows raided behind her unusually round glasses. She chided him again. Like hell it wasn’t her business. She was the owner.
He faltered and stuttered as she folded her arms. Oh well, yes, naturally he hadn’t expected such a YOUNG and LOVELY circus owner. He unlocked the door, she wrenched it open.
He got off the seat, feeling more than a little intimidated, as he followed his new boss. She was comfy wearing cargo pants over a sequined costume; apparently she was one of the performers. He asked her about her duties. She smiled excitedly and didn’t answer him, but knocked her hand against one of the painted wooden boxcars. The beast inside stirred and growled. His job, she informed him, would be cleaning Becquerel’s boxcar.
He had had to learn to use food and whistles to convince the beast to do anything at all. Eridan and the animal slowly developed mutual hatred, need, and respect for one another, but that didnt totally end the antagonism. The situation with Jade progressed similarly, though Eridan secretly admired her. Her feelings for him seemed unclear to him. How very much like a lion.
Finally, it was performance time, three weeks later. Jade greeted Eridan with a wink, looking pretty in her sequined costume. The show went off without a hitch, and Eridan now understood that Bec and Jade were performance partners. All went spectacularly, until one of the drunken audience members from the sidelines tossed a bottle that hit Becquerel.
Blood and alcohol ran across it’s back. Bec roared with discomfort. Eridan panicked, seized a gun, and slid in front of jade, the rifle pointed at Bec. But he couldnt pull the trigger. He just couldnt.
He reached for the whistle around his neck, and blew. Familiarity returned to Bec’s eyes. It turned slowly, exhausted, to growl halfheartedly in the general direction of the offendor, before turning back to Eridan and Jade, expectantly, waiting to have it’s wound cared for.
Jade laughed with relief and Eridan scratched his head, timidly, as he became aware of the many people watching and now cheering. Jade spun him around and kissed him, much to the cheers, laughter, and whistles of the audience.
Jade and Eridan would grow very dependant on one another in the years to come.