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ok the last chapter had like 0 plot so it's all here woohoo also ik this isn't super canon compliant but it's my story >:(
here's my dog :)

You finally return to your room in the Fright Zone to learn that much has changed. Shadow Weaver is nowhere to be found, workers are talking about designs for a portal. Catra's room is barren, not even a mattress remained on her bed frame. You hope it's a sign of promotion, but you fear it's a punishment, knowing how she's treated anytime something good happens to her.

You spot her in the halls and run up to her, trying to get close enough for you guys to reconcile after your last interaction before the invasion, but she appears busy. Hopefully not purposefully to ignore you. You follow ten feet behind her, not trying to make your presence known after her response to seeing you. She walks briskly, not even looking at those she passes that greet her, all the way down the hallway until its end. You had never seen the end of this hallway, even Shadow Weaver's chamber was located long before this place. Catra pauses for a moment, then enters. As the door opens, Imp (hordak's bat pet thing, had to google it) flies out and over your head, but not before noting your presence so close to the entrance. If this is where Imp lives, this must be Hordak's room.

You turn around with a shudder and walk back almost faster than Catra walked there. You find Scorpia, filing papers as usual. "Where is Shadow Weaver?" you ask.

"You didn't hear?" Scorpia says with a low voice, "Imprisoned for treason."

What does she have against the Horde to go to prison for? You decide you'll find out later and help Scorpia with the endless paperwork for now.

"Do you know what's up with Catra?" Scorpia asks back.

"Haven't seen her since she threw me out of the tank and left me with nowhere to go," you retort. It seems like no one noticed your absence, which makes you wonder if you actually should have stayed with Adora.

It's past time for your nightly ration bars when you leave Scorpia and look for some food. Only one gray ration bar remains, so you take it and a brown bar so you and Catra could eat together, resolving that she may be more inclined to talk if you give her the last of her preferred flavor. You find her in the hallways and follow her all the way up to your spot. As soon as you see her settle down, you make your presence known and climb up yourself.

"Got you a gray bar." You sit down beside her.

"At first I hoped you would just hop back in that tank, now I wish you had stayed away," she responds.

"Thanks," you say dryly. "Can you explain how so much changed in a day?"

"Shadow Weaver warned Brightmoon of the portal. Speaking of which, you seriously need to get out of here." You pry but Catra doesn't reveal anything. How helpful of her.

"Come with me then."

"Can't." Catra shifts away from you. You miss the soft version of her she only reserved for you, "Now get out of my spot."

You slowly make your way down wondering when she started to own this place. A place so special to you and Adora too that she took all for herself. Scorpia was right; Catra had changed. You decide to find Entrapta to ask about this portal. At least you can trust that she will never change.

"Oh you're just what I needed!!" she spots you from the corner of the ceiling, suspended by her hair, "That First Ones tech Catra retrieved is really something! We could actually open a portal to other worlds! Don't you want to see the stars, (Y/N)? Oh I would love to study them! Come here!!" and you are whisked away without getting a single word in. Classic Entrapta interaction.

She pulls you every which way, digging through boxes of First Ones and holding various circuits up to your chest. You catch her muttering about a power source and the kind of tech the "greater Horde" has. Surely nothing to worry about! If anything Entrapta is just trying to help you harness your magic, which is more help than anyone has given you so far, so you let her continue. Just when you notice she begins to falter, one circuit board responds to your body. You watch it glow, and you can almost make out a word. Entrapta presses it against your chest and holds up a mirror so you can see. Only one inscribed word stands out from the rest: "prime".

"Ok you can go now!! I know how they fit together now YIPEEEEE" she whisks you out just as she had whisked you in. Catra is waiting just outside the door, angry about something unknown to you, but what else is new. You stop in front of her and she pushes you into a narrow alleyway, trapping you to the wall. I would have listened to her anyway, this is a little excessive.

"What did you do in there?" you can hear thorns in her voice.

"Literally nothing. I thought you didn't care about what I did when you left me to die in the Whispering Woods," you raise knives to her thorns.

"Did you help her in any way with the portal?" she actually sounds concerned now.  Your silence tells her more than anything you could have said. "How close is she??" she plants her hand near your head, closing the space between you and making you feel even more trapped.

"She said she knows how the parts fit together so I'd imagine they can actually build it now." Catra scoffs and drops her hand.

"Fuck (Y/N). You need to go to the Crystal Castle then, where I saw Adora after the ball."

"But Entrapta was saying she didn't even have anything to power this portal!"

"Don't you get it?" you think you see tears form but she quickly blinks them away, "You're going to power it. You're the only one around here other than the sword that can work with the First Ones tech strong enough. Now go!"

You both put together the fact that neither Hordak nor even Entrapta care if this portal is safe for you, and Catra is certain you helping Entrapta could not be good for your well-being. You head straight for your room but you realize you would need the dress and princess manners you had long forgotten more than your training gear for where you're going.

this ended up being more filler than the last one I HAVE PLANS I PROMISE

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