flowers from 1970 (entrapdak)

Chapter 4

Hordak didn't call that next day. Even though they had been talking for two days, it worried Entrapta. Maybe he was just busy? Maybe he was doing stuff with his dad?

Or maybe he didn't want to talk to her again. She didn't like the idea of that, so, she decided to get rid of that thought. He was just busy.

Hordak had stopped calling for a few days. Entrapta wasn't sure what to think of it. She wasn't sure if she should be upset or worried. She had only met this man a few days ago, but he was someone to talk to and she enjoyed talking to him.

But after not hearing from him for another day, Entrapta settled with the idea that he didn't want to talk to her. Of course he didn't. No one did.

Finally, later that night as Entrapta was laying in bed reading some old book she had found laying around, the phone started ringing. She let out a loud gasp that made Emily flinch and look at Entrapta with a concerned expression. She hopped out of bed and rushed over to the phone to answer the call.

"HORDAK! Oh- oh, I was so worried. I didn't know if something happened to you, or maybe it had something to do with me, or maybe you didn't know how to call me again, OR maybe the phone br-"

"I apologize, Entrapta. My father stayed longer than expected," Hordak said softly, "It had nothing to do with you."

Entrapta smiled at the familiar sound of his voice. Her heart fluttered, and she found that odd, but she didn't question it too much. She was just excited to hear her friend's voice again.

She let out a squeal.

"I'm glad! I'm glad! Ugh, it has been so boring these past few days. I'm really glad you called! Next week when I have to go back into work I won't be able to call everyday... nah, it's alright, I'll talk my boss into letting me have another week off. It's kind of needed, anyways. I've had this migraine since- I don't even know- last month? But ya know, it's one of those migraines where it makes you super nauseous and dizzy. I think it's getting better now, though. Hasn't been as bad. You're like a healer, Hordak. I'm pretty sure it started getting better after I started talking to you. Now I have a friend and a healer!"

She heard Hordak chuckle quietly, and her smile grew.

"Entrapta, look at the wall. With the floral wallpaper," he ordered. Entrapta glanced over at the wall from her spot by the phone. Slowly, a hand print appeared in dark green, slightly faded and chipped paint. Her eyes widened and she stepped closer to the wall to place her hand on it gently. "Is that your hand??" She wondered, looking at how big his hand was compared to hers.

"That is indeed my hand," he answered. Entrapta let out a snort of laughter and pulled her hand away. "Your hand is huge!" She exclaimed while looking down at her own, "I have small hands."

"I am often told I have big hands," he replied, "And I am quite tall."

"Oo, oo, how tall are you?! I'm super short! I'm 5'0!" Entrapta shouted into the phone.

"I am 6'9," he answered, sounding a bit proud. Entrapta let out a laugh again. "You would be towering over me!" She giggled. She heard Hordak laugh too.

"As much as I love talking to you, I need to go. I would like to actually rest tonight," the man told her with a quiet sigh. Entrapta groaned loudly. "Can't you just stay for a few more minutes?" She asked desperately, not wanting him to leave. "I'm exhausted, Entrapta. I promise I will call you first thing tomorrow morning. Goodnight."

"'Night, Hordak."