Horde Prime/Catra Trashcan

Panic Attack's [Fluff And Angst]

(Hello! Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read my trash! I really do appreciate it! This, as the title says, is a Horde Prime x Catra story. And Chapter 2 in this book. Enough rambling from me though and onto the story.)

[Warnings for self harm references, self destruction, and angst, lots of cat angst.]

Everything was dark, and hurt, and Catra couldn't move. She wasn't sure if her eyes were open or closed, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get her body to respond. Arms frozen at her sides and feet planted firmly in the ground. Suddenly, a dimly lit red light came into the darkness surrounding her and holding her prisoner. The longer Catra gazed into the red light the more she recognized it was the black garnet back in the fright zone, and trying to look around the room she recognized it was Shadow Weaver's lair. Catra finally put it all together and realized the room was dark from Shadow Weaver's black magic holding her hostage.

"You are useless to me!" A voice yelled from somewhere in the darkness.

"You can't do anything right! Not something as simple as this!" The voice yelled again.

Catra knew it was Shadow Weaver's, but she couldn't move her head to see where it was coming from.

"Your loosing your grip with Hordak just like I did." The voice taunted.

"You've lost it all. Your place amongst the Horde, your so-called friends, me and Adora, your sanity. Look at what you've become now." The voice continued to taunt.

Catra flinched, because she knew Shadow Weaver was right. What did she have left? Everyone was gone, everything she worked for gone, and now? What was her purpose supposed to be now?

"What are you supposed to be now? An alien lords pet? Some from of amusement to him until He gets tired of you too? Just like everyone else." The voice of Shadow Weaver taunted.

Catra began to struggle in the darkness holding her in place, her breath growing more and more panicked with each passing second. She felt like the darkness was crushing her, suffocating her.

"You think Horde Prime won't get tired of you constantly being a nuisance? I wonder what he'll do with you once he's had enough? Will you end up like Hordak? Or will he take that sort of pity on you?" Shadow Weaver taunted.

Suddenly, Shadow Weaver was directly in front of Catra. She had her hands on Catra's shoulders holding her down further. Catra tried desperately to break out of Shadow Weaver's trap, but with her mind fuzzy and her breath erratic, there wasn't much she could do.

"Wake up!" Another voice, different, and deeper.

'Who's voice is that?' Catra silently wondered while still struggling, still panicking, still blindly fighting the darkness.

"Catra you have to wake up now!" The voice yelled again.

Catra felt something take ahold of both of her wrists, and suddenly her left arm burned like fire, and it scared her even more because she wasn't sure if it was the darkness, Shadow Weaver, or the other voice was hurting her.

"Do not struggle! Your only hurting yourself worst!" The voice yelled, and it sounded more desperate and pleading than the last.

Suddenly Catra recognized the voice as Horde Prime's voice, and the shock from remembering her current placement was enough to jolt her from her sleep with a start. Catra sat up as far as she could, still pulling on her wrists that Prime held a firm but gentle grip on. She backed herself up against the headboard of the oversized bed, and continued to hyperventilate while slowly bringing her knees to her head and around her arms so she could hide her face.