namana

Hordak sits on the cold metal floor,  wearing nothing but the harness that keeps him alive, his knees hitting the wall against which he tightly pressed, light shivers shake his body. He still aches from the events of earlier. The clones had cleaned him up but they were far from gentle, they are not built to care. He watches as his tears start again, they leave his vision blurry as they run down his chin and to the metal floor. Hordak keeps his tears silent as he always has. One thing he has learned as a defect, as being different from the rest is that such emotional displays must be quiet and hidden. His entire body shakes, wraps his arms tighter around his shoulders, trying to sink into himself until there is nothing left. 

The door to the sparse room slides open. Hordak jumps, a whimper escapes. 

“Oh little brother,” Prime’s voice relaxes Hordak as nothing else can but that tension in his body doesn’t disappear. 

“Shhh, don’t cry. I know it hurt, I’m sorry. I was angry and I lashed out.” Prime kneels down, taking Hordak by the shoulder. The defective clone shivers before leaning into the touch. Prime gently cups his cheek. Hordak’s breath catches in his throat, electricity passes over his skin. 

Prime kneels down, wiping away the tears, a small smile at his lips. “You came back to me like a loyal clone even in your pathetic state and I should have appreciated your efforts.” The words lack sincerity, there is cold anger in his eyes. Hordak doesn’t see it, he has always wanted to hear those words. He slides closer towards his brother, leaning heavily into that touch. 

Prime nods, his gaze soft. “There, there. You must have been scared on that backward planet little brother.” he takes Hordak by the arm, pulling him up to his feet. 

“It is interesting how you managed to keep yourself alive for all those years.” Prime’s gaze wanders over his thin frame. “I must applaud you my dear brother for being so industrious.” 

Hordak shivers at the praise, he wanted it but he never expected it. Prime drags his claw around the ports he added himself. It isn’t the same neat work that the ones he was given by his brother. He was hesitant all those years ago to change the body given to him by his creator but it was that or accept death. Hordak found his will to live on that day and now the creator is validating all those doubts and hopes. 

Prime sits down on the bed, dragging Hordak to lie on top of him. “All these scars, it must have been rough, little brother” Prime drags the pads off his fingers at the scar on his shoulder, then down to his chest. “These are the most curious, self-inflicted just to change what I made you, to go against your very purpose.” he traces the scars just under Hordak’s breast. Hordak closes his eyes, turning away, guilt that he has long suppressed surfaces again, his body tenses, every muscle going rigid. 

“Shh it’s alright, you just wanted to be more in my image.” Prime brushes a hand through his rough blue hair. “The free will you have gained is not something to be desired but you have accomplished much that will be useful for me.” 

Hordak closes his eyes, his body starts to relax. The words his brother is saying feel wrong. He has never praised one of the clones this way. It is strange and feels wrong somewhere in the back of his mind but Hordak has wanted it so much he pushes it down. 

“I did access those pesky memories that you insist on holding onto. It is interesting, this Entrapta character. Do you care for her more then you do your brother, your creator?” Prime’s claw digs into his skin. Hordak freezes, eyes snapping open. He tries to deny it but the words die at his tongue with thoughts of Entrapta. 

Prime shifts Hordak closer, drawing a knee up between his legs, one arm tightly wrapped around his thin shoulders. “I thought my control over my clones was perfect and yet at the mere mention of her name you resist.” Prime’s claw digs into his skin, just an inch from breaking the old scars open. “It will be fun to change that, to make you remember who you truly belong too.” Prime kisses by his ear gently, a soft touch. 

“First I will go into every memory of her that you hold dear, I will make her disappear,” Prime whispers quietly. “I will erase her existence as I search for the flaw that made you go against me.” The excitement can be felt in his voice. Hordak swallows, his chest feels heavy, an uncertain ache. He should be glad the creator is paying him so much attention but he does not want to lose Entrapta. 

“Brother, please. I am loyal to you” he can feel desperation sneak into his shaky voice. 

Prime laughs. “See little brother, I do not think you are. That is why we must change you, remind you of what you must be.” Prime sighs. “That is neither here or there, for now, sleep. I have much in store for you and a good day’s rest will make sure you can last in that pathetic body.” 

Having lots of fun with swap au, here is a screenshot of the draft xd.

I was so hyped for big ass mechanical wings or something. So I'd love to just do an au where he has wings.