Blurry Purple Memories (She-ra, an Entrapdak fanfiction)

Chapter One

(Italics= thoughts)

There were more ships than Entrapta could count. Which, was a really, really bad thing. Because that meant Hore Prime was here. And that means that he probably has...'Hordak.'  No. No Hordak didn't matter right now. What this MEANT was that their world would probably be destroyed and/or taken over and/or be used as a weapon and/or everyone would be killed or enslaved. THAT was the bad thing. Hordak didn't...Hordak wasn't the main thing to worry about right now. Hordak was stronger with the suit she made him. He was strong now. He wasn't a defect. He isn't a defect. Hord Prime couldn't...Hord Prime wouldn't hurt him...  not after such an accomplishment! Hordak opened a portal!

'A portal that put me in beast island.' A thought protruded Entrapda's head, causing her to mentally scowl. Hordak didn't send her there. He couldn't have. After all, Catra was the one that made her pass out. But Catra worked for Hordak, too. She and him both wanted to open that portal. Entrapta just didn't. 'I just didn't. Well, Scorpia and Emily didn't either.' Her originally tense body softened slightly at the thought of those two. Scorpia and Emily were her friends. 'Friends that could be possibly disintegrated right now thanks to you.' There was that train of thought again, rearing its ugly head. 

She had been working for Hordak- no, no. The HORDE, for a while now. Technically, the bad guys. But she couldn't leave. Yeah, her princess friend or foe complex prevented her for a while, and then she made friends with Scorpia. She couldn't leave her friend. And all that First one's tech being supplied to her along with whatever other techy junk she could get her hands on. It was all so intriguing to her that she didn't even seem to realize she was working for the so-called "Bad guys". Until now.

Now. Entrapta didn't like now right now. Because now hurt a lot. The state of her home planet, her thoughts, her memories, and...and Hordak. Hordak hurt a lot. She knew and didn't know what to think of Hordak anymore. So she just didn't think about him. Because thinking about Hordak hurt. More than it probably should.

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Hord Prime was all that mattered, that should have mattered, to Hordak. His brain told him this as it reminded him of his situation. Conditioning. He only remembered it for his strong dislike of the word. An emotion. Emotions make memories stronger, which is why he was able to remember that. Yet he couldn't remember just why he hated it. 

A strange thing that emotions do. You remember the emotion itself, but not why it was there. Or sometimes, its the other way around. 

Hordak, for the most part, though, didn't care. He should have seen this coming. He should have known Prime would do this. After all, he was a defect-

"Imperfection is beautiful."

There it was again. That voice. He felt as if he's heard it before but he can't remember when. Who said that, even? To him. Who would dare say something like that to the leader of-

A migraine suddenly shot through his head, causing Hordak to externally wince in pain. He had no vision of what was happening in reality right now. He seemed to be trapped in his head. In his thoughts. Until, of course, his conditioning is complete. He couldn't move his body by will, now, anyway. He only had his quickly fading thoughts.

They were being replaced with far better things, though. That's what he...thought? Did he really think that? He wasn't sure. But that doesn't matter. Only Hord Prime matters. These memories, these people, these...feelings from before Hord Prime returned have no meaning. They shouldn't have any meaning.

Except for the fact that they did, for now. 
You see, emotions, being as fickle as they are, are hard to erase as easily as memories. As for sights and voices. For a blind deaf person may not see or hear things and remember them that way, no, they remember them by how they felt. 

And while Anger and hurt definitely present, there were...other feelings there too, Hordak noticed. 

One was sadness. Something Hordak didn't have much experience with, yet recognized. But the other one... he couldn't find what it was. and he couldn't remember why it was so strong. Why it made him... Why it...

God, why was it so persistent? It was so easy to want to hate it, and he wanted to, badly. But he just...couldn't. 

Was it the conditioning? Making him forget his emotions? Yes, yes. That was it, there was no other explanation. There couldn't be. 

....Could there?

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Hord Prime, for one, was a mix of emotions. A slight joy from being able to harness this new world's power and resources, a bit of disappointment for his brother in many forms, and a very, very, very minuscule amount of confusion. 

How about we choose to expand on that one.

Confusion. Although small, although almost unneeded, he had it. And why was that? Well, this guy was just so full of himself that he couldn't realize just why his brother would even want him not to come. And although he has now been punished for this crime, why even think that in the first place? Hord Prime should be all that he cared about. 

And just who the heck was this purple-haired girl that kept showing up in his brother's memories?

(I know this first chapter may seem a bit confusing, but it is just getting everyone's thoughts out there so the other chapters will make more sense. Thank you for reading, though! <3 )