#apatheticspacegod

This garden like place was often used by Hannah and her father. Not many came by so it was perfect. In one of the clearings Hannah was practicing, an odd spectral like bunny had formed beside her, much larger than herself as the little girl guided it around the field. Her father was watching her closely.

The creature did pause as they came close to where the self proclaimed ‘god’ was relaxing, its fur fluffing up as it began to nudge Hannah in another direction.

@apatheticspacegod​ said: “My, You must be Entrapta, My Brother’s Partner. I will be honest, you are not what I expected,Although it makes sense that he would pick a being lesser, as a potential mate” Prime looked down at her, putting his metal claw under Her chin, deciding on what to do with her

Entrapta’s skin crawled at the slightest touch from Horde Prime. This, this was the person who had made Hordak feel so inferior, like a defect. She knelt before Prime, dwarfed in his epic shadow as he loomed above her. He was trying to intimidate her, to FRIGHTEN her, but all his pomp only served to anger Entrapta more. His insults rolled off of her back; the only evidence that he had spoken was her hair standing nearly on end from ire.

“You’re not so GREAT,” she replied nonchalantly, making a point to look Prime up and down. “You’ve got the spooky OVERLORD thing going on, sure, but I don’t get all the fuss.”

@apatheticspacegod

It took him a minute or so to psyche himself up for this. It wasn’t often that one would have to face the person who chipped the back of your neck and forced you into their hivemind to fight against the people you cared about. He gripped his staff, taking a deep breath in before entering the cell. He was... Taller than he originally imagined. No matter. He was here on business. He stands tall, well, as tall as he could. Ready for whatever mind tricks the former ruler of the known universe had in store for him. 

This wasn't the frist time Mimic ended up somewhere they probably shouldn't. Their ability to suddenly teleport at random had put them in multiple places that ended mass panic and them fleeing in fear. This strange place seem no different what with these angry ladies shouting at them and waving their weapons threateningly at the poor demon.

They bolted down halls in a panic, searching for any place able to hide them or help them espace.

"STOP! STOP!" They repeated back the bits of the grauds shouts in a vain attempt to have them leave them alone. Alas there replays only seemed to make the pair want to hunt them down more. Finally they saw a air duct and using their tendrils they clawed the vent cover off and bolted inside. The anger shouts died out the futher in the shdow snaked down the vents. Finally they came to stop once the yelling was no more. They shook badly at having once again easpce harm and death from strangers. The black practicals from there eye became heavy and dripped down to copy tears.

They didn't want to be here. Mimic moved forward again but soon stopped as their cape got caught in on vent cover. They struggled to free themselves creating quite the ruckus. Finally frustration over came the demon and a inky tendril slamed down hard on the vent breaking it open and causing Mimic to fall out into the new area with a distorted squeak.

He kept silent for a moment, not daring to even look at this, problem. This embarrassment. Horde kept on reading before letting out a deep chuckle.

“Shall I congratulate you, for that then? Did you just come to gloat about defecting from me, Little Brother?”

“do not call me that.” 

the base of hordak’s neck tightens, as though trying to reject the implant he’d worn since his birth. disgust rises in his chest as he stares down at his CREATOR, at his false-prophet, at his tormentor. out of instinct or stupidity, he takes half a step towards the cell. claws dig into the palms of his hands.