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

Chapter Ten

"Entrapta, Entrapta, Entrapta, Entrapta, Entrapta!!!" 

Two people exclaimed that at the same time.

 Well, one thought it. One of which was Imp, Desperately trying to remember the way back to Entrapa's quarters as fast as possible. 

He didn't care about being silent anymore. Although he didn't 'speak', his scurrying could be heard everywhere he passed. Every clone and Etherian in the ship could hear him by now, but he didn't care. He needed to find Entrapta. 

She had to hear what Hordak said. She had too! And then she had to look for him, and then she had to help him, and then she had to defeat Horde Prime- who saw him, which was BAD- And then make everything all happily ever whatever again!

Imp needed to find Entrapta NOW. 

But what did the room look like again? White, yes white, look for a white bedroom. Imp scoured every vent opening with just a quick glance before he kept running on. He had no time for detail, he needed to find Entrapta!! 

But while Imp's searching the vents, What was the other Entrapta-mentioner doing?  

Well, he was being very, very, very angry. 

Horde Prime wasn't usually angry because usually, everyone was smart enough to not piss him off. But then there was his brother, 'Hordak' as he called himself. He had always been different, even before his flaw was found. He had more free will that Prime would have liked, but he gave him a chance. Which he failed, because he was simply so weak.

So why- why in all of the galaxies infinite universes- did he have the courage; no, the AUDACITY to call him, ruler of the cosmos, a failure!? 

Horde Prime was not a failure, no way, no how. He created that swine of a brother in the first place anyway! What in that entire sad planet he got stuck on gave him enough stupidity to do that!? Once he had gotten back on this ship he even looked terrified! What changed him!?

... Wait, no. Not a what. A who. 
And not just any who, either. No, no, no. This who was a purple-haired princess who for some reason had such an impact on his brother that it made him want to stay on that backwater planet. 

Entrapta. His mind even seethed the name out, it gave him a foul taste in his mouth. Even when he had brought that girl onto his ship a part of him argued with it. Entrapta. Disgusting, worthless, happy, brother-changing Entrapta. He couldn't take a single guess as to why his brother found any interest in her, and he should- after all 'Hordak' was a clone of him. 

But then again, his brother did have a defect. Horde Prime glared at the wall in front of him, every one of his eyes pupils slit in a form of annoyance and anger.  He was in his personal quarters, which was made up of white, dark grey, and bright green colors. It looked neat, every tool he had organized to perfection, along with the placement of any other piece of furniture in the room. 

All of his room was perfect, as it should be. Each mixing of the colors was perfectly placed, and every shape perfectly measured into rectangles or squares. Everything in its place here, unlike with people. That was part of why he liked clones so much. They were all the same, perfect, just like him.  But then he made the mistake of accepting differences. Of letting his brother stay around so long.

But soon that wouldn't matter. His brother would be perfect, then he'd have no free will, or no will at all, maybe. Then, he'd destroy him. The reason his brother survived this long was because of his free mind. But if he took that away, there'd be no delaying death. He just had to be patient.

Horde Prime released a grip he didn't know he had on the table placed in front of him. He let out a breath and shut his eyes, straightening his before hunched over posture before opening his eyes again. Patience. He'd get to kill his brother soon enough.