Yes I came back after eight years just to write a two-page She-Ra story, fight me I do what I want

Hordak set down his soldering iron and chanced a look out the window of Entrapta's Bright Moon workshop. The wind had grown chilly outside, but citizens in heavy coats were still hanging lights and bits of shiny paper on every available surface. This had been going on for over an hour now.

"Tell me, Entrapta," Hordak said, resting his chin on steepled fingers. "Why is winter a cause for celebration in these parts?"

Entrapta, seated at the workbench next to him, looked up from her welding. "Adora's birthday is coming up! Queen Glimmer declared it a national holiday. And the decorations were Catra's idea." She produced a sprig of holly and held it out with one ponytail. "You can help put some up if you want!"

Hordak hesitated. "I…no thank you?" he ventured, trying out his newest social skill.

"That's what I said you'd say when Bow asked me!" Entrapta stuffed the holly back into one of her many pockets. "Oh, but there is something else you can help me with! Here, meet Skeletor!"

Hordak started. "Meet who?" he asked, apprehensively.

"It's what I nicknamed my new project!" Entrapta jumped up and scuttled to a far corner of the workshop. With a flourish, she yanked a cloth off of something slouched between piles of spare parts.

Sitting in a chair under the cloth was one of Horde Prime's old drone robots. Entrapta had stripped the armor away from its limbs and face, so that now it looked like a barrel-chested stick figure. Under the angular faceplate there was something that resembled a human skull with a goofy frown. Entrapta flipped a switch and it shuddered to life.

"I tried to make it so he could talk. But the pitch for the voice box is all messed up, so — "

"Myaah!" the robot cried suddenly in a nasal tone, before raising both fists in a gesture of impotent frustration.

"...So he keeps doing that."

"I see." Hordak leaned over to look more closely at the robot. "And was there a…purpose for this exercise?"

Entrapta shrugged her hair. "Well, Wrong Hordak said he wanted an assistant for his clone therapy group, and I thought, hey! I've got a spare robot you can use! Can you believe it?"

Hordak permitted himself a smile. "I have no doubt that is exactly how events transpired, my dear." He turned his attention back to the robot. "Hello, 'Skeletor.'"

"You're a boob!" the robot replied. It chuckled awkwardly. "Meheheheh."

"Okay, so the personality needs some work too," Entrapta said. "But maybe you could help with that, Hordak! You can be like Skeletor's mentor!"

"I don't know about that," Hordak said, uncertainly.

"I could write a book about what you don't know!" the robot piped up. "Meheheheheh."

Hordak blinked. "How droll. Well, I'm sure that with considerable work we'll be able to repair it together."

"No time for that!" Entrapta chirped. "I promised Wrong Hordak you'd drop him off in twenty minutes. You're going to have so much fun!"

"You what? Why am I meant to deliver this ridiculous thing?"

Hordak shot his eyes back to Entrapta. In the time since he'd looked away she had donned a winter coat and hefted two small fir trees in her hair.

"Because I told Bow I'd help with the birthday decorations after I said you'd say you didn't want to!" Entrapta had a wide smile on. "I'll see you later tonight Hordak, your imperfections make you beautiful, you're gonna do great, bye-eee!" she called out in one manic breath as she bustled out the door.

Hordak had a finger poised in the air and had opened his mouth to say something, but the door was already shut. He lowered his hand and pursed his lips.

"Myaah!" Skeletor said, and shook his fists again.

Wrong Hordak stood at the front of a room filled with about two dozen near-identical clones, leading breathing exercises.

"That is correct, brothers! Breathe in positivity! Breathe out the insidious deceptions of Horde Prime!"

Hordak watched this from the hall doorway while Skeletor wobbled behind him, leaning on a discarded curtain rod like a walking staff. Just as he decided to retreat back to the workshop, Wrong Hordak noticed him and ushered them in, smiling hugely.

"Brother Hordak! It is an honor! Welcome!" Wrong Hordak turned his attention to the clones, who were all sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Brothers, this is Hordak! He was the first of us to name himself and resist the cruel lies of Horde Prime!"

"Glory to Hordak!" one of the clones cried cheerfully. "Hordak knows all!"

"No, no," Wrong Hordak corrected, gently. "Hordak is wise and handsome, but he does not know all, for none of us know all."

"Glory to Hordak, who knows some things!" the clone tried again. Wrong Hordak nodded in approval, and the others cheered.

Coming further into the room, Hordak realized that not all of the attendees were clones. Sitting in a row among their ranks were a towering scorpion woman, a flowered princess, She-Ra's human host, and a cat.

"Fools!" Skeletor cackled, and Hordak wished very much that he could fall down a trapdoor into a bottomless abyss.

This was not to be. "Ooh! Ooh! Hordak!" Scorpia called out, waving her claw in the air. "Hey, Hordak! It's us! Over here! Come sit with us!"

"Scorpia. Princess Perfuma. Adora. Adora's girlfriend," Hordak greeted as he moved towards them. "And what brings you to this fine meeting place today?"

"Noble Perfuma is giving a guest lesson on meditation today!" Wrong Hordak said, sparkling in delight.

"Perfuma invited me!" Scorpia added.

"I actually come here every week," Adora admitted. "I find Wrong Hordak's self care tips to be helpful, and stuff."

"I am here under duress," Catra grumbled, casting a look at Adora. "And because you made the cute face when you asked me." She looked back at Hordak. "So why are you here?"

"I — " Hordak started.

"Brother Hordak has brought the liberator Entrapta's new helper for us!" Wrong Hordak interrupted. He gestured to Skeletor.

"You're all a bunch of bumbling boobs!" Skeletor said.

Hordak sighed. This was not the time for a skeleton to be causing civil unrest. He put a hand on the robot's shoulder and guided them both into a sitting position.

"I will not have you disrupt my brother's work like this," Hordak said firmly. "Now then. Entrapta commanded us to...have fun, and that is what we shall do."

"You mean get in fights?" Skeletor asked.

"No, fun."

"Fights are fun," Skeletor whined. "I like fights."

Hordak ran a hand through his hair and took several deep breaths while counting to ten. "Princess Perfuma, I believe it would be beneficial if you began your meditation instruction now," he said.

One hour later, a peaceful calm had descended across the entire room. Even Skeletor's frown seemed more relaxed. Clones stood up and mingled as they passed out of the room in small groups. Scorpia left hand in claw with Perfuma while Adora and Catra jogged down the hallway toward a waving Glimmer and Bow.

"I don't know what's happening to me," Skeletor complained. "I don't like to feel good! I like to feel evil!"

"Thank you for visiting us today, brother!" Wrong Hordak said, shaking Hordak's hand effusively. "You are welcome to return to this place whenever you wish!"

"I may have to," Hordak replied, while looking at Skeletor. The robot was now covering his face and moaning quietly. "If only to keep our boneheaded friend here in line."

The significance of what he had said did not strike him until some time after that.

Later, in the room that they shared, Hordak looked Entrapta in the eyes and asked, "Did you…engineer this sequence of events?"

"Of course not! It would take some kind of mad genius schemer person to do something like that," Entrapta deflected. "And anyway, I heard you did great at group. I wanna come with next time!"

She hugged her lab partner closer, with her hair and her hands. "Oh, and happy She-Ra Day."

"Happy She-Ra Day," Hordak relented.

"Myaah!" said Skeletor.