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shera-dnd · 4 years

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What does that make you?

So I found out there is this spop countdown thing going on, with like a character a day, everyday until the season is out I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE I MISSED LONNIE DAY and today is Hordak’s day. I saw some people shitting on my favorite trash pile of a character, so I just had to compensate by writing a little story for hordie boy

Hope you guys enjoy it

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Alarms blared all around Prime’s capital ship. ‘Good’ Hordak thought to himself. The other had done their job, now it was his turn to do his. Horde Prime had began giving the other clones orders to deal with the situation, while never moving from his perfect throne. Though the tyrants expression remained impassive, Hordak knew it was simply a mask and that his brother was seething with rage just bellow the surface. All he had to do now was crack that mask.

“Activate lock down and prevent our new guests from reaching the escape pods” Prime ordered, sounding almost bored with the situation.

“I’ll do no such thing” Hordak answered calmly, breaking rank and walking to meet the tyrant face to face. Entrapta and the others would require around 10 minutes to evacuate the ship - accounting for time arguing if they should go back to save him or not - all he hate to do was be a nuisance for that long. This should be easy.

“Oh?” Prime said, confusion flashing on his face for a fraction of a second, before returning to his calmer expression “It seems you’ve decided to leave our ranks again, little brother”

“A decision I’ll gladly make again” Though Hordak knew that one way or another, he would not be given that chance again.

“Is that so?” Horde Prime’s voice was calm and even, but his eyes betrayed cruelty as he fixed his gaze on Hordak “Will you truly throw away the gift of my forgiveness? You know how rarely it is given, little brother”

“My name is Hordak” He had more to say, but as soon as he said those words he was face first on the ground.

“People have names, little brother. Don’t dream above your station” Prime stated as he walked around Hordak, stretching the hand he had used to strike down the imperfect clone.

“Then what am I?” Hordak challenged, slowly forcing himself to get up. It was a much more difficult process without his armor “A tool? A failure? I’m your clone, brother. What would that make you?”

Prime turned to hit him with the back of his hand, but Hordak dodged it and tried to strike him back. Pain shot through his arm as his fist made contact with his brother’s chest. Prime smirked as he saw the agony in Hordak’s eyes.

“You are a stain on my perfect universe” He stated, kicking Hordak away for good measure “And that makes me the one who has to erase you from it”

Hordak never even considered winning this fight. Without his armor he was physically inferior to Horde Prime in every respect, but he was still surprised with how long it lasted. He hadn’t even put a scratch on his older brother, but even as he was thrown around like a rag doll, he still refused to stay down. Was that what having something to fight for did to you? That certainly explained a lot about his past defeats.

“You are pathetic. You are weak” Prime declared, as he lifted Hordak up by his neck “You are-” All four of his eyes opened in wide panic as Hordak’s memories flooded him “-a distraction”

Hordak laughed, his claws digging into his brother’s arm, holding him in place as he spoke again.

“You’re right, brother” His smile was tinted red with his own blood “But you know what that makes you?”

Prime tossed him aside with ease and turned to leave the room. They both knew he didn’t have enough time. Entrapta had rigged this place to explode and she would soon be far away from the blast radius.

“That makes you a fool!” He shouted after him. Making sure that the last thing the tyrant heard was the being he despised most, calling him out for what he really was.

Explosions began to cascade throughout the ship and soon the throne room had been engulfed in flames. Calmly laying back on the ground, Hordak’s thoughts drifted back to Entrapta - like they had done so many times before - She was safe now, she would live and maybe one day she would help undo all the damage he had caused to this world. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

The last thing he felt was the familiar warmth of Entrapta’s hair and the odd tingling of magic, before he drifted into unconsciousness

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