A/N: Final Word Count: 11.4k Pre-A/N's. Hoolahoooo! What's up folks! Monokub here with another chapter! Now, we're finally moving into the funniest portion of the episode (and, lets face it, the funniest episode of season 2 XP) as we see just what kind of rambunctious things can occur with Catra in the current state she is. I sincerely hope people get a good amount of laughs out of it. There will be some serious moments here and there towrads the latter half, but its still all in good fun, and i hope my interpretation of Catra is just as funny as the Adora from this episode.
Also hope the read is still enjoyable. i actually had to re-edit portions of the chapter back and forth even after I finished it the first time, so if something is missing or seems out of place, let me know.
With that said, enjoy!
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"...Mmmh..." Catra's consciousness slowly returned to her as she furrowed her brow, feeling a cold, solid surface beneath her. Her body awoke in a slow manner as she rose to her knees, brushing the hair out of her face as she opened her eyes. Or... were they still closed? She tried moving a hand in front of her face and couldn't tell if the sight of herself made everything better or worse. "Huh?" She looked around in all directions, trying to catch sight of near anything that could tell her where she was.
In every direction, up and down, left to right, there was nothing. Nothing. All she saw was a blackness surrounding her on all sides. "Hello?" She called out, hearing a faint echo in the distance. "Hellooooooo!" She tried again, with the echo returning twofold this time. This was the strangest case of darkness she's ever experienced, if she could even call it that. She was standing on a flat clear surface which was completely black, and she could still see herself just fine, so the idea that it was dark was out of the question. There was also a severe lack of light in just about every direction she looked, so knowing where she was or which way to go didn't help.
"Okay, think. Think." She told herself, rubbing her head. "You were going to the Northern Reach... checking out an outpost... fought Adora, and then..." Her head felt fuzzier the further into her memory she went. The space around her felt strangely familiar and completely new to her all at the same time. She couldn't get her bearings on this place without some sense of direction, some sense she could use telling her what was in what direction. She couldn't hear anything, she couldn't pick up any other scents, and, aside from herself, she couldn't see anything either. "Ugh, how am I supposed to know where to go without any- Wait, my sword!" Swiftly checking herself, she checked all around herself to see if there was any trace of her sword, finding nothing resembling her weapon in any shape or form.
"Come on, where is it? I had it when I was fighting Adora before-!" All at once, it finally hit her as she groaned. "Oh come oooon!"
Now she remembered everything, at least until she blacked out. She was sent to the Northern Reaches with the Princess Alliance on a mission to investigate mysterious Horde activity reported in the area. Personally, she didn't mind the freezing winds or the cold climate if it meant she got to work out personal aggression issues she had towards a certain traitor by the name of Frosta. Naturally, that resulted in her losing any chance for a good time when Glimmer tricked Frosta into coming along the same mission with them, forcing Catra to tolerate her presence against, what it felt like, her will.
After arriving at the frozen wasteland, after a small trek through the landscape, she came across a strange pathway created by a creature of unknown origin, one that lead her, Glimmer, Bow, Frosta, and Sea Hawk to the outskirts of the Horde outpost. While there was a severe lack of droids and bots she was hoping to smash to release her aggression, she was more than happy enough to come across a particularly second traitor known as Entrapta, the only other person Catra hated with a passion after Adora and Frosta. The person who spent the better part of her last month constructing weapons and bots capable of bringing down the Princess Alliance, one she wasted her time feeling guilty for just for her to end up working for the Horde.
Following a brief chase, she was sidetracked with an encounter with Scorpia, the person she still wasn't fully clear about, and eventually Adora, taking her on with Frosta's unneeded assistance as the two managed to work together long enough to get the edge over the girl. While Adora still fought with all the might she could, she was powerless against Catra's strength combined with Frosta fighting within the domain of her element, easily ensnaring the girl long enough to hold her at sword point. That was when Glimmer showed up and distracted Catra away from Adora for only a second.
A second was all she needed to press the strange red First Ones virus against her sword.
After that, she couldn't remember anything. She didn't know if she was actually alive or dead, seeing the latter to be a terrible reality if this is what the afterlife was going to be like for her. She didn't even know if she was secretly conscious again like the last time she entered this strange dream-like world.
Come to think of it, the fact she knew she was in a dream-like world was already a massive change over the last time she was affected by the virus. Followed up by the fact she didn't lose any of her memory was also an unnecessary but welcoming miracle. Which begged the question: if she was in a dream-like world, what was happening to her in real life right now? On top of that, what happened with the others? Were they trying to fix her again, or did they get separated.
She scratched at her head at the amount of questions piling up inside of her and the lack of answers she was receiving, not to mention the worry she did have for the few friends she did care about. "Okay, think... How did I get out of here last time?" She really couldn't tell. She knows the others destroyed the virus as well, but before that, she couldn't tell what happened. Did she wake up on her own or did the others destroy the virus first? Speaking of which, was she acting like a cat again? Why did she have so many confusing questions that she didn't even know about!?
*Grrrrrrrrr!*
All of those questions immediately came to a stop as she heard the strange growl, opening her eyes as she turned in the general direction. "Hello?" She called out. This was met by another growl, this time getting a clear direction of where it was coming from as she turned around.
She couldn't see anything specific about what was staring at her, only that she could see it from the glowing green eyes that shined through the blackness. She didn't know what it was, the eyes being the size of her own two hands. What she could tell was that whatever the thing was, its step was enough to shake the ground as it approached her, rumbling all throughout the darkness.
"Okay... that is definitely new..." She commented to herself before hightailing it out in the opposite direction. She didn't know what that thing was or what it wanted with her, aside from obviously eating her. All she knew was that if the thing was in one direction, she was definitely going to be running in the other. She didn't know why, but something was warning her not to get caught by the thing, some deep fear telling her that if she got caught, she wouldn't be waking up even if she did get out of this place.
With a goal set in mind and a destination, specifically the opposite of the mysterious beast, intended, she ran as fast as she could, hoping to outrun the terrible terror as soon as possible, and hoping that whatever was happening to her in real life, it was better than any of this.
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"...Boop?" That was her reaction? Out of the various things Catra could've done or said, booping Adora on the nose and chuckling about it didn't even make it on the list. It didn't even make it to the list that she would consider putting on the list!
"Heh heh... You're nose is squishy..." She mumbled, still with a side of drool still hanging from the lip.
"My nose is...?" For a moment, she considered checking on the girl. That glazed off look in her eye, the fact she didn't seem the least bit concerned over her surroundings like this, the fact she wasn't asking any stupid questions about her or her friends, it was just plain... weird. As a test, she started waving her hand in front of Catra's face, wondering if the girl was entirely there or not.
"Helloooooo..." She chuckled back, waving in turn.
"Catra, are... you okay?" She couldn't believe she was actually worried about her. Her, the person that started everything that ruined Adora's life, the person who took the sword and fled to the Rebellion out of her own greed, and the one who was just seconds away from strangling Adora to death mere minutes ago!
Nothing around here seemed to be going the way it was expected to, and the craziness behind it made it all the more of a headache. After being stranded at the outpost here for one of Hordak's excavations, Adora came across a piece of the First Ones tech, a piece Entrapta was saving to study later, that was capable, supposedly, of draining away Catra's She-Ra powers. She was more than eager to take it for a test run, and was excited to see Catra and her friends appear on the very mission she was on, again.
It took a few minutes of work as she battled it out with Catra and the other traitor, Frosta, before she could get the device to connect with her sword. Once it did, everything changed for the better... briefly. Whatever the virus did, it drove her insane. She lashed out against friends and foes alike, drew in more power than she was previously capable of, and crushed half the members single-handedly in a glorious avalanche! What more could she ask for?
Perhaps she could've asked her to settle down, if she listened, after because the next thing she knew, Catra set her focus on the Force Captain next. And Adora was more than shocked to see just how brutal Catra could be when she wasn't holding back. She pulled apart her own shadows, overpowered them with brute strength alone, and took delight as she choked the very life out of Adora while raising her other claw to finish her off!
If it wasn't for Scorpia's timely rescue, there was no telling how gruesome things would've turned out for her. With her taller friend charging in with little regard for her own safety, she tackled Catra away, managing to separate her from the sword as well. It turned out that was all that was needed to turn Catra back to normal, at least to the point of her original self.
Then again, maybe that was pushing it a little too far, too. Given her current condition, it was almost like she was a completely different person.
"Oh yeah, I'm fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine," she slurred, "ju'sh fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine..." The girl looked all around herself to get any sense of details of where she was, eyeing Scorpia's claws at the end. "Ooooh, food!"
"Foo-?"
*Chomp!*
"Yeouch!" Scorpia didn't get the chance to let a single word out before the feline sunk her teeth straight into her claws. The carapace did nothing to defend against the cat's surprisingly strong bite, doing whatever she could to shake the cat off of her until she finally fell into the snow. Without wasting a beat, she quickly blew on the claw itself, rubbing it soothingly from the massive bite.
"Blegh! You taste nothing like a crab!" Catra complained with a puffy-cheeked pout.
"That's cause I'm a scorpion!" She yelped back, still rubbing her claws.
"Ooooooh... Does the crab person know then?"
"Mmmmh..." Okay, stupidity Adora could handle with, even if it was coming from Catra of all people. But for now, she was more focused on getting everyone inside and getting a wristband on before the fever started to set in from her shadows. "Alright, you, get inside. Now!" She ordered.
"..." Catra just blinked at her with half-opened, tired, eyes she placed her fists to her chest. "...Whoop!"
"Wha-? Catra!" Adora yelped, chasing after her with Scorpia following behind. Instead of listening to the girl, or getting up to her feet, she instead started to roll along like a log away from them, her hair splashing against her face as she left a body-lengthed trail between her and her pursuers. "What are you doing?!"
"I'm making a snow angel!" She decreed! She was determined to make the awesomest snow angel the world had ever seen!
"That's not how you make a snow angel!" Scorpia yelled over. "You're supposed to flap your arms and legs!"
"You're just jealous my angels better than yours, crab girl!" Honestly, the nerve of some people! They were just jealous because her snow angel was better looking than theirs! In fact, they were so lazy, they didn't even bother making one yet!
"I'm not a crab!"
"Catra, stop!" Adora tried to warn as she noticed the large gaping maw that Catra was heading for. Whether or not Catra would likely plunge to her death, Adora couldn't allow it. She needed to bring the girl in to finally prove herself to Lord Hordak at long last. Just because she had the sword meant nothing if she didn't prove she did away with Catra, too.
"Oooooh~" Just moments away, right as the cat girl was about to plunge off over to the side of the cliff, Adora burst with speed toward her descending friend, forced to extend her shadows again as she caught her friend at the last second. She was entangled from her waste to her shoulders in several tendrils of shadow, keeping a firm grip on the girl and pinning her arms to her side.
"Ngh... I got her..." Adora sweated as her feet scraped a little against the snow, trying to maintain her grip on the girl while slowly pulling her back an inch at a time.
As she did, unbeknownst to the rest of them, Catra's eyes widened with a bright smile as she noticed a strange red glow coming from deep within the gaping maw. No, not a single glow, a pair of them. They were like two sinister pairs of eyes that people would often come up with in scary stories, the kind of monsters that would lunge out at you the moment you drew in close enough.
To many people, this would be the sign of something one would tend to avoid, one that would make most people shrivel up in place out of fear and anxiety. To the girl who felt light-headed in every possible way, she just grinned cheekily as she smiled at it.
"Helloooo!" She mumbled. Before she could show the strange creature her totally awesome sword collection, she was reeled in by Adora, the girl panting from the energy she had spent over the last ten minutes, and was picked up by Scorpia and thrown over her shoulders backward.
"Huff... Huff..." Pushing off the ground, she gestured to the rest of them as she pushed aside the continuing fever that was building up. "Everyone, inside. Now." She didn't want to have to repeat herself anytime soon while the weather was still below freezing and Catra was being... whatever she was right now.
"That was the worst swimming pool I ever saw! There wasn't even any water in it...!" Gasping, the magicat spread her arms away from each other as she was carried through the snow, having no sense of self or feeling of cold as she was carried backwards through the air. "Cool! I'm flying!"
"You're not flying, I'm just carrying you." Scorpia stated as she kept a tight grip around her waist so she couldn't wiggle free. Once again, Catra let out another gasp of surprise and shock as her eyes beheld something she couldn't possibly believe!
"Huuuuuuuh! I can see Entrapta! From all the way over here!" She gasped again.
"That's because I'm walking right behind you." The scientist smiled to her as she jotted down notes in her tracker pad. She had to admit, the turnabout was something completely unconventional and unexpected for her, which was only the best kind of science possible! Unexpected results gave way to an entire archive's worth of knowledge and discovery as she examined Catra's strange behavior.
"Whaaaat? How can you hear me from all the way over there?" It was perplexing, to say the least. Why, just look at her! She was at least three feet away, that's like a million miles for sure! Perplexities would have to be put on hold though as something else grabbed Catra's attention, and fear. "Ahhhhhhh! The crab person's got me!"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M NOT A CRAB!"
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"Ugh... Is everyone okay?" Bow called out as he pulled himself out of the pile of snow. The avalanche Catra caused was still shaking within his ears as he tried to get his head clear. With such overwhelming power like that, it was more than a miracle that he survived, much less if anyone else did!
Pushing out from the snow, both Glimmer and Sea Hawk managed to push their ways out of their own bundles, the piles of snow proving to be their salvation as it softened each of their landings. "Well, I for one am shocked and horrified." Sea Hawk commented, brushing off the snow still hanging from his shoulders. "What happened up there?"
"It's Entrapta's disc." Glimmer replied as Bow helped pull her out of the rest of the snow. "It infected She-Ra once before. We've got to get to Adora and destroy it for good."
"Okay, let's go Glimmer. Teleport us up there. Adventure!" This would be where Sea Hawk made his comeback, he was sure of it! Every time he was dropped, he would pick himself right back up and proceed ahead of any obstacle, no matter the cost. That would prove how cool he was!
"Ugh, I can't." She groaned, rubbing her right shoulder. "I used too much magic during the fight, and trying to save-!" All at once, Glimmer's eyes lit up as she looked around. "Frosta!" The revelation struck the other two simultaneously as panicked filled their minds. "Frosta! Frostaaaaa!" Glimmer shouted, searching for her around the snow.
"Frostaaa!" Bow joined in, digging through any of the moveable rubble he could find along with Sea Hawk.
*rumble*
"Frosta?" Glimmer questioned as she looked at the tip of the avalanche. With a great tremor, the others watched as a large quantity of snow pushed itself out of the way, giving room for the young princess who was buried underneath. No sooner did she clear herself from the frozen wonder did she wince, collapsing to her knees as she held her right arm. "Frosta!"
"I'm... I'm okay..." She tried to shake off as much of the pain a child could as the others rushed to her, despite the unbearable feeling in her right arm.
"Here, let me look at it." Bow offered as he gently grabbed hold of her sleeve.
"Ah! Don't touch it!" She yelped, trying not to tear up as she pulled it back. It was enough to make her whole body shudder as she squeezed the top of her shoulder, trying to stiffen the pain below.
Bow watched her reaction for a bit to try and gauge at just how much pain the girl was in, getting a pretty clear understanding from the sound of it alone. "She must have damaged her arm during the avalanche."
"No," Glimmer corrected, kneeling down to the girl, "it was when She-Ra attacked her." She didn't want to imagine how horribly it must've hurt to be smacked away by tyrannical strength like that out of nowhere, especially for a child. She was in awe at how brave Frosta seemed to be dealing with the pain, holding back any tears as she sniffled a little.
"Why did she attack me like that?!" She yelled a little. "I get that she's angry, but-"
"It didn't have anything to do with that, Frosta." Glimmer interrupted, gently taking the girl's small arm and feeling around it. Nothing necessarily felt out of place, but it didn't mean she wasn't injured, either. "She got infected with some virus Entrapta had in her lab. It causes her to go berserk. She attacked us too."
"Mmh... Well is there a way to stop it then?" She meeped, slowly standing up.
"Yeah," Bow nodded before looking back to the frozen hill, "we just need to destroy the crystal, then everything will be back to normal."
"And we... have to go up the mountain, don't we?" She frowned a little as she looked back to her arm as well as the others. If it was a simple walk up or down the mountains, no matter the size, things would've been fine. But with the state she found her arm in, she didn't know if she could hold onto anything for very long, much less concentrate her magic with just one arm.
Looking between the three, Bow smiled as he knelt down, turning around as he offered his back. "Come on, I can carry you." He knew between him and Glimmer that he had the most energy to carry someone up the mountain, seeing how she exhausted more than her usual share of energy during the fight.
"Or perhaps I could carry the young lass?" Sea Hawk offered proudly. "I can dull her pain by regaling my many glories while we climb."
"...I think I'll go with Bow." Frosta (easily) decided between the two, to Sea Hawk's disappointment as the three turned to the slopes ahead of them.
Seeing the pain Frosta was in alone was enough to make Glimmer disgusted with Adora. It didn't matter if Catra was the one who attacked her, she wasn't the one who infected herself with a killer red virus in the first place! "You know, a part of me is hoping that Adora survives She-Ra so I can wipe that smirk off her face myself!"
"Is she going to be alright on her own?" Frosta asked, looking back to her as Bow started to ascend the slope. "Even with the virus, it's still her versus two Force Captains and Entrapta."
"She does have a good point, you know." Sea Hawk agreed as he climbed next to Glimmer. "There's no telling what sort of horrific acts they could be performing on her at this very moment!"
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"Wooooooooooooo!" Catra cheered as she spun around the swiveling chair as it ran ahead at the same time. She didn't know where she was, when she was, or why she was. All she cared about was how awesome this Funhouse was! Sure, there weren't many rides or cotton candy, but everything else about this carnival was absolutely awesome! Like this spinning-chair ride she found!
Adora breathed deeply through her nose with a sigh as the wristband continued to do its magic, or magic-sealing-magic in this case, as the shadows along her body started to recede into nothingness, all being drawn away and absorbed into the wristband itself, her fever with it. It always felt like coming out of an oven and into a cooling fridge whenever she felt the shadows leaving her, the freshness of it almost making her forget about the troubles bothering her.
*crash!*
Except for that.
Still, it was slightly amusing when she thought about it. With all that happened before she turned up like this, she was a force to be reckoned with. She was powerful, dangerous, she attacked friend and foe alike. Looking at the sword she carried in her own hands, she smiled as she looked closely at the virus that spread from the stone within it, the red coloring that matched the state of rage She-Ra was once in.
"Can you imagine if we could turn her back into that?" Adora asked, raising the sword above her head with fascination. "That berserk warrior, someone who could take down the entire Rebellion for us?" It was satisfying alone just to picture what would happen. There's no telling how great it would feel if she accomplished it! It was enough to make her chuckle a little.
Not wanting to feel left out, despite the feeling of unease it brought her, Scorpia threw in a small chuckle too as she tried to sound supportive. "Heh heh... Y-Yeah, you know... When she's not attacking us..."
"It looks like the bots were able to pinpoint the location of the First Ones tech before they disappeared." Entrapta stated, typing away madly through one of the various consoles. The statement was enough to draw Adora's attention as she approached. "If you just give me a little more time, I'll have it figured out." The scientist nearly jumped as Adora tapped the tip of the sword to the ground, leaning against it with a smirk.
"We're not wasting time in this frozen wasteland just for some stupid trinket, Entrapta. Pack up, and collect whatever you have. We're going home."
"Home?" She turned to her in dismay. "But Hordak said-"
"I don't care what Hordak said!" Adora yelled, twirling the sword in her hands. "We got the sword and we got She-Ra. There is nothing better you're going to find here, it's just junk!" She noticed a twitch-like look of hurt in Entrapta's eyes as she shouted this, the scientist new to this angry side of Adora, and did what she could to calm her. "Think about it Entrapta- all the things you could learn and study from this sword, the experiments you could run on it? It would be amazing!"
At the notion, a small smile crossed Entrapta's lips with intrigue. "I always have wanted to study it..."
"Trust me, with this sword, there won't be anything that we can't achieve-"
*swiff*
"What-? Hey! Catra!" Adora yelled at the bustling girl who was running on all fours with the sword gripped in her mouth. Chasing after her with Scorpia behind her, they were lead to a stack of crates where the magicat easily climbed, reaching the very top at least ten crates high before turning around with the sword in her hands.
"Evil, beware, for I will defeat you!" She decreed as she began to hold the sword in a position Adora was all too familiar with.
"Catra, don't-!" She didn't know if she was going to regain her senses or turn back into that berserk warrior that nearly killed her the first time, she just knew she had to be stopped.
"For the Honor of Gray-Slugs!"
"Cat-" Adora blinked as she just realized what she said, looking at Scorpia questionably. "Did she just say "slugs"?"
"Whoosh!" Catra huffed, doing a quick twirl on one foot. "And with my transformation complete," she decreed, jumping off with her arms ahead of her like a superhero, "I'm Empowered!"
*CRASH!*
"...I'm not Empowered!" Nothing but dust and broken wood shavings lied before them as the magicat's miraculous flight only went as far as three feet before gravity did the rest.
Instead of a proud majestic warrior leaping through the air, they were given a small show of the village idiot jumping from a tower of boxes who went plummeting down flat on her stomach through the rubble. With the sword scattering up to Adora's legs, the commander rolled her eyes as she grabbed the sword back, keeping a tighter grip on the hilt as she held it over her shoulders.
"Okay. Entrapta. Would you mind explaining this to me before I decide to jump to my own death?" Adora pleaded as she pinched the bridge between her eyes as Catra just rolled through the wreckage to scratch her back like a cat.
"Oh, that's just a side-effect of the virus." Entrapta said in a simple and plain manner, continuing to type away, hoping to get as much work done as possible before they left. "Same thing happened last time, too."
"You're just mentioning this now?!" Geez, first it was the berker warrior that nearly killed her, and now it was this! At the rate it was going, she was going to deal with a She-Ra that would explode and destroy everything in a fifty-mile radius!
"Well I'm just as surprised as you." She admitted. "Before she just acted like some sort of house cat, maybe a panther or something. She was a lot more animalistic."
"Then why is she like this now?" Scorpia asked, pulling the delirious cat through the wreckage.
"It's kind of hard to tell right now without a proper analysis here, but... Last time Catra was infected by the virus, she wasn't as attuned to the sword as she is now. So with that in mind, I think it left her in a more primitive state the last time she was infected. But now that she has more of a connection to the sword, I think it improved her state of being, or mind, into something more modern." She gave a brief shrug as she rubbed her chin with her hair, looking into thought. "That's just my theory anyway."
"So last time, she was like an actual animal or something?" Adora wondered, looking back to the same cat that was scratching the back of her ears with her hind legs.
"Just in a state-of-mind, not physically." She smiled back to the same cat who Scorpia struggled to keep from re-climbing the same boxes. "She pretty much ran on instinct, but she knew enough like who her friends were and who her enemies were, too. I even came up with a name for that sort of personality: "Cat-Ra"!"
"...You decided to name Catra... Catra?"
"No, not Catra, Cat-Ra. You know, like She-Ra, but with Cat and all since her names already Catra and everything."
Adora switched looks between the dimwitted-friend and the geeky scientist who seemed proud of the numerous discoveries she was learning throughout this ordeal. Out of everything she witnessed so far, everything Entrapta told her, there was one major issue she couldn't agree with. "...That has got to be the dumbest name I've ever heard."
*beeeeeeeep!*
*beeeeeeeep!*
*beeeeeeeep!*
"The alarms again?" Scorpia questioned as Catra's eyes widened.
"Ugh, it's probably the rest of the Alliance or something." Adora guessed as she walked away.
"Woohoo!" She cheered, slipping out of Scorpia's arms. "Surprise Party!" She couldn't wait for the cake!
"I'm going to go check out the perimeter. Entrapta, finish up whatever data you're collecting and prepare to leave. Scorpia, keep an eye on Catra, all right? I don't want her hurting herself, the sword's useless without her." She left without looking back as Scorpia gave a natural salute to the girl with respect.
"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Standing at attention proud and tall, she nodded as her friend left. "You have nothing to fear! As long as she's under my supervision, I'll keep her safe, and I'll keep her secured!"
"Wow, you guys have a urinal?!" Catra could be heard yelling with surprise from afar.
"What?" Scorpia asked back, locating the girl. "What are you talking about, we don't have a urinaaaaAHHHH!" Reacting quickly, Scorpia made a mad dash for the cat girl, firmly grasping on her wrists before she could pull her pants down. "What are you doing?!"
"I have to use the bathroom." She mumbled, still with the same delirious grin she started with. Rolling her eyes, Scorpia moaned as she started pulling the magicat from behind, leading her towards the nearest restroom.
"That's not a urinal, and even if it was, you're not a boy!"
Catra pouted as she squirmed. "I CAN BE ANYTHING I WANNA BE!"
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"Huff... Huff..." Catra panted as she took a short break. She didn't know how long she was running for in this pitch black darkness. It could've been minutes to hours for all she knew, and it might've just been a minute or two in real life! Then again, she never did bother asking how long it was for the others compared to the last dreamworld she was stuck in. What felt like over half the day was merely half an hour to them. "There's... There's no way that thing is still-"
*Grrrrr!*
"Oh, come on!" She yelled. She definitely had an advantage of distance between the two, but without any direction to go in it all felt just as pointless. And looking around, she continued to see nothing but blackness all over, further adding on to the pointlessness. "Come on, give me something to work with!" She said to no one.
If this was some bizarre dream like the last one, then there had to be a point or reason behind it. If she found a reason, she could find a way out of here, and if she found a point, then it was to lead her in the right direction for her reason. Bottom line, she needed some way to tell where she was going or something that could help her clear the distance further between her and the mysterious beast.
And that was when the noise rang.
Looking ahead of herself again, she saw a sudden strange green glow flashing in front of her, stretching all throughout as far as her eyes could see. Pulsating from where she stood, she watched as a pure neon-green outline of what would technically be scenery grew around her. She saw a path leading up to a river, a forest running past that, and a mountain range beyond that.
The strange bit was, strange for this place at least, was that there was no color filling these outlines. Everything as still a pure black, never reflecting light off of any surface, never showing a hint of shading along the darkness. All she had with color right now as virtually an outline of everything, and that was it.
At least it was better than being surrounded by nothing.
"Okay... that helps a little..." She wasn't about to complain with the improvement she got, however little it turned out to be.
*splash*
"Huh?" Ears twitching in response, she lifted her head up a little to the right as she saw someone. Some kid that was holding the outline of a fishing rod and a single neon line acting like a fishing line. A kid with a tail. She didn't know who it was and she didn't care. If someone was around this place, then that meant someone had to have directions, and, hopefully, a way out of here. "Hey, kid!" Catra called out as she ran over to them. "Finally I found someone. Do you now any way out of here?"
"..."
"...Hello?" Catra asked, this time getting a physical response as she saw the kid's ears move. Their twitchy, curvy, ears to the side of their head... wait.
"Huh?" The kid asked turning their head to their left, giving Catra a rather shocking reveal of their face.
"Wait, you're..." If it wasn't for the fact Catra was in some dreamworld then she'd know she was crazy, because, for whatever reason, this wasn't just a regular kid with a tail and ears.
It was her. A younger her. A seemingly six-year-old Catra with heterochromia eyes of blue and yellow. She'd recognize that freckled face anywhere, even with a seemingly-curious look on her face. She wore what appeared to be her old outfit as a kid, the usual red shirt with a white collar, and shadowy grey pants.
She didn't seem the least bit bothered that Catra was staring back at her, she just blinked innocently at her as she stared in curiosity.
"Y-You're me." Catra finally finished, still in disbelief.
"Nuh-uh! I'm Catra." The younger Catra corrected. "You look nothing like me."
"That's cause I'm older, doofus." Catra retorted, crossing her arms.
*Grrrrrrr!*
Looking back towards the still-pitch-black scenery that never changed behind her, she heard the familiar sound of the same beast from earlier. Whatever it was, wherever it was, it was drawing in closer by the second.
"Okay, look. I don't have much time to talk." Catra stated, keeping her eyes briefly on the darker half of this landscape for another several seconds. "Is there a way out of this whole place? Like an exit, some sort of shelter, or-"
"Your sword?" The response took Catra by surprise, but a welcoming one at that.
"Y-Yeah!" Finally, she was making progress around here! "Do you know where it is?"
"Mh-hm." Nodding, the younger Catra pointed across the river, Catra's eyes following in its direction. "Just past the mountain. You can find what you're looking for there." That was oddly specific of her. Then again, considering the entire world around her just came to life with a neon-green light outlining everything that wasn't her or people, it wasn't too strange for Catra to care. She just needed to get across this river, and her problems would be solved.
"Sweet. Thanks, kid." This was off to a better start. Looking up and down the river, Catra tried to find anything that could be used to get across. With the river stretching as far as her eyes could see, and possibly fifty feet in width, she needed to find a safer route. Dislike for water aside, the last thing she wanted was for some other bizarre creatures to be filling lake. "So," the invisible answers to this dilemma remained unseen to her, "do you have any way across the river?"
"There isn't any." The child version of her spoke almost like she memorized a script for every question Catra had. "You just have to go across the river."
"And... That's it?" She raised a brow in skepticism as she looked over the water's glowing surface. Like everything else, there wasn't any color filling the empty river, just the same green outline that glowed through it whenever there was a ripple somewhere upon the water. "Nothing in the water is going to try and attack me or something?
"Nope. I promise." Her cheerfulness was beginning to make Catra wonder if they truly were one and the same person. At least now she had a clear goal ahead of her.
"All right. Thanks, again, kid." Flexing her fingers, interlocking them and bending them for a small crack in the knuckles, Catra took a deep breath.
A running start and a well timed jump should clear her a good distance. With no wind howling in the air to distract her, and her and her younger self being the only living things within her sight, she was confident the swim through the river would prove to be a breeze. And with a mad dash, Catra ran up to the very edge of the riverbank before jumping in, reaching up to a third of the way into the river with a splash.
For a river that didn't seem to have any color, it still remained just as cold. She wanted to shudder and hold herself for warmth, something she couldn't do knowing it meant she'd start to sink. There wasn't any pull to the river as she started swimming ahead, grateful that the kid's description would prove to be an invaluable piece of information that could save her life.
Or ruin it all the same.
Reaching the halfway point, Catra became aware as the river had a sudden pull to it. Not like an undertow trying to pull her in or anything, like an actual pull. Like the river itself was gripping her.
"What's going on?" She spun around in the water as the pulling started to become tighter, finally noticing as the river's surface was squeezing her arms to the side as she found herself stuck. She struggled to push her arms together to no avail, finding the grip tightening around her body continuing to intensify as she moved around. That was when it finally happened.
All at once, the body of water started to move like a living organism, its green outline rising into the air and her along with it. It must've stretched up to about fourteen feet over the river, the ripples of the tides fading in and out as Catra rose to the top of the strange grow as she remained firmly locked in its place. She couldn't understand what was going on, or why the river suddenly seemed so intent on moving her like this. All she knew was that the river didn't want her in it, and it got rid of her the best way it knew how.
It physically tossed her away.
"Ahhh!" Catra yelled as she soared through the air, landing with a solid thud as she was tossed back onto the river back. "Ow!" She rubbed along her forehead, her tiara doing nothing to cushion or block the pain that surmounted as she got up again. Glaring a little, she turned back towards the river that slowly sunk back into the murky water, returning to its seemingly-normal flow once more. If there was any consolation to this, it was that she was perfectly dried after being thrown.
Growling, the cat marched up to the younger girl, angrily grabbing onto her collar as she lifted her up to her face. "What the heck was that about you little brat!?" She yelled. "You said there was nothing in the river!"
"I did!" She whimpered back. "You said anything in the river. You never asked about the river itself."
"Obviously, the river itself counts, idiot!" Catra fumed with anger as she tightened her hold on the girl's collar. Of course this would count! Why did this stupid kid, her younger self, fail to mention something that should've been so obvious?! She swore she was doing it on purpose, maybe to pull a stupid prank on her like Catra used to do. She was confident in her line of thinking.
Until the kid started to cry.
"Mmmhmmmh." She cried, whimpering to herself as she held Catra's hand gently. "I'm sorry."
Catra stared at the girl in surprise, a feeling she wished didn't slowly get replaced with regret as her ears lowered in a feeling of guilt. No matter how angry someone made her in the past, even when it came to the Horde, she had enough decency to back off the moment the other person started crying about it. And the way the tears were streaming down her face, the sadness in her eyes. If she wasn't crying, then she would've been the world's greatest young actor to date.
"...H-Hey... Stop, okay?" Catra muttered softly, lowering the girl down gently. She had no words for the young girl as she wiped her own tears away, sniffling as Catra looked away a little dejected. "Hey, forget it. It was just a mistake."
"Do you forgive me?" She squeaked.
"What?"
"I asked if you forgive me." The younger Catra looked at her with eyes swelling with tears on both ends, pleading to the older teen to find some form of forgiveness for her.
Why was she asking such a weird question, though? What was the point? She was the one who scared the kid in the first place, thinking she could handle it like she could. It was barely a yell to her anyway, right? She did agree she might've at least gone a bit far with grabbing her and lifting her up to her face to glare at her. How was she supposed to know her younger self couldn't handle it as much as she remembered?
"F-Forget about it. It's nothing." She replied, looking away from the girl before she said anything else she would forget.
"But do you forgive me?" She repeated. There was something strange in the tone she was using, it almost sounded like she wanted Catra to forgive her, like she needed it.
"Who cares? It's nothing, so just forget about it." Ignoring it for now, she examined the distance between the river again as she tried to formulate a plan. She knew there had to be a way around the river or across it. Whether or not she had any control over this dream, if it was anything like her last one, she knew there had to be a way to get through it all, provided the red walls of death don't appear like last time. And she knew given her diminutive size, the other her wasn't going to be of much help... except for that. "Lemme see that."
Without giving her a chance to respond, Catra swiped the fishing rod right out of her hands, examining the string specifically. She examined it in every detail from its length, that appeared near-endless as she kept pulling on it, and the hook that refused to bend no matter how hard she pulled on it. And what really drew her attention was the string itself, one with a pure green glow to it that didn't tear or rip in the slightest. To test it, she even tried to pull the string along her knee, wondering how much force she would have to apply before it broke.
It never did.
"This could work..." She muttered to herself as she gazed at the trees across the river. It might've seemed stupid to most people, and it was even to her, but in a dream world like this where anything was possible, hopefully, that meant her plan could work as well.
With great slack, letting the string stretch as far as she could, she threw the fishing line as far as she could, miraculously managing to reach across the river and over to the trees several feet from it. Better, she managed to ring the hook around the tree several times before it tightened around the branch she aimed for. Giving it another tug for good measure, she smiled as she handed the fishing rod back to the younger Catra, grabbing onto the line directly.
"Here, hold this." She told her as she started making her way into the water. Using the string as a lifeline, she began pulling herself along the line to the other end, taking care to keep her arms above the water at all times. So far, so good, the line continued to maintain her weight and her pulling as she pulled herself across, keeping her focus on getting as far across the river as possible before the river came to life again.
It wasn't a process she had to wait for very long, either. As she expected, halfway across the river, she felt the familiar pull of the water as if it was trying to grasp her again in its massive watery hand, tightening around her legs as the water began to swarm around her. Please tell me this thing can hold... She thought to herself, bracing for the worst of it as she continued going across.
About ten feet past the halfway mark, she finally felt the massive grip that once had her before as her body rose upward along with the river. Like before, the water suddenly had a tightness to it as if someone was grabbing her, Catra feeling as the water ran around the lower half of her whole body. This time, being amply prepared for it, as much as she could around here, she held on for dear life as she refused to let go of the string, fighting against the living current as it tried to pull her away.
"Let... go!" She yelled to it, pulling along the string one arm's reach at a time.
Her hands were barely wet, allowing her to maintain an easier grip, and the more she struggled against the watery grip, the more she felt her body slip through it an inch at a time. It wasn't too surprising that the water would be slippery enough for her to pass through it if it gripped her, all things considered. With a grumble and a pull, keeping her hands wrapped under a loop of the string for good measure, she eventually managed to slip right through the hand, being shot straight over the river in the process as she slipped through the water unharmed.
Once she reached the edge, she shook her head a little to clear up the small fuzziness the landing gave her, pulling her feet out of the water as fast as she could before the water decided to pull her back in. Sighing, she wiped what little water remained on her forehead, patting herself off as she brushed the dirt off her outfit.
"Glad that's over." Lifting her head again, taking a small look at the forest she was neared, she turned back towards the younger self that was on the other side, still presumably holding the fishing rod. "Hey, kid, hurry up and get over-" She stopped.
The kid was gone. There wasn't any sign of her. As a matter of fact, there wasn't anything across the river. Little by little, she saw the outlines of the landscape across from her beginning to disappear, the green glow leaving her sight as the outlines disappeared an inch at a time. She checked up and down the riverbank to find nothing of her younger self, and back to the fishing rod that slowly disappeared along with the edge of the river.
"Did she get across already?" She wondered, giving a small shrug as she turned towards the forest. From what she could see through the trees, the forest was vast and empty, save for the hundreds of trees that stood between her and the mountain.
She didn't know anything about this strange world, and for the time being, she didn't care. Her main priority was separating her from the beast that was stalking her, its menacing green eyes still appearing on the opposite send of the river, drawing closer as the river continued to disappear. Once she got to her sword, she would have a means to protect herself, perhaps a way out of this place even.
And, most importantly, a possible explanation for this strange world...
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"I'm a pirate!" Sea Hawk continued to boast as he climbed in behind Glimmer and ahead of Bow and Frosta up the mountain. "Pirates are the definition of cool. Although, you would think I would get invited to more parties. I mean, you think I'm cool, right?" He asked Glimmer with a hopeful smile, and less of a hopeful grip.
*kush*
"Waaaahhhh!" With the howling wind in the background, the next thing the three heard after Sea Hawk's voice was the sound of the snow around his hand coming undone, hurtling the pirate and plummeting him back down towards the ground from the near quarter mile they already climbed.
"Sea Hawk!" Bow cried out in worry. With Frosta on his back, her legs around his torso and left arm over his shoulder, he didn't have enough space to pull out his arrows, shoot the pirate, and maintain his balance at the same time while standing along a flatter edge of the climb.
Frosta, noticing his dilemma, reacted as fast as she could as she gathered her magic. Grunting to herself, trying to ignore the pain she struggled to push threw, she created as much ice as possible a little ways below the pirate, managing to create a sturdy enough pole of ice that he landed squarely against breaking his fall, his legs and arms drooping on opposite sides of each other. This act alone was enough to hurt the girl's arm again, wincing in pain as she loosened her hold over Bow's shoulder to soothe it some more.
"Ngh..." She hoped whatever happened above didn't require her powers as much. Creating a small pole capable enough of catching a falling man was hard enough without the use of both of her arms to direct her magic. She couldn't imagine doing anything greater up above when they met with the red She-Ra again.
"Nice catch, Frosta." Bow smiled back, earning a small nod from the girl. "Is your arm okay."
"Y-Yeah, just sore still." She replied, looking back down as Sea Hawk let out a small groan.
"Of all the ways to save me, it had to be with ice..." He muttered against the frozen pole. The fact he was saved didn't amount to much given the harsh landing he still felt when he collapsed onto the pole itself. The upside to his little endeavor was that now, with Sea Hawk a little stuck in place, it gave Bow plenty of time to draw out an arrow carefully and fire a rope shot towards the poor pirate, hooking the rope around his chest as he started to pull it up towards the group.
On the downside, it did everything to damage Sea Hawk's ego as he sung sadly to himself along the way up. Being saved by a young boy and an even younger girl did everything to dampen the pirate's mood further. "I'm Sea Hawk, I am I am. Want to take a guy for granted? Then I am your man. Unappreciated in all I do, Why can't they see that I'm very cool? Guys BACK ME UP, I'm very cool~"
It actually hurt a little more to watch the pirate man sing sadly to himself as Frosta and Glimmer watched, taking the short break waiting for Bow to pull the saddening man up to safety near them. With the little time she had to herself, Frosta gave a small frowned as she turned to the older girl.
"Do you... Do you think Catra still would've attacked me if she didn't hate me?" It hurt her to ask, and more for Glimmer to listen to without frowning.
"Frosta, she doesn't hate you. She attacked us too. What you did had nothing to do with it."
"Somehow I doubt that." It was hard to maintain any sense hope for the young girl as she lowered her head, Glimmer struggling to find the right words to support her. Of course Catra was mad at her, she had an agreeable-enough reason to be mad at her, though not as valid. But she didn't want Frosta thinking she would openly attack her like that without any sort of explanation.
"Are you guys still talking about that?" Bow asked back, keeping his focus on the pirate he was pulling up. "If you ask me, you should forget trying to get her to forgive you."
"Bow!" Glimmer couldn't believe he would just shoot the girl down like that after everything that's happened. An injured girl, at that! It did nothing for Frosta's demeanor as her mood soured further, unable to look at either of them with the sense that they were right. It was pointless. "You can't go telling her Catra's going to hate her for the rest of her life!"
"I don't mean like that or anything! I mean," he paused for a moment as he helped the man up to the flat surface, "the thing about Catra is, well, you can't really force her to change on her own, even if it's for the better."
"You can't?" Frosta asked back, the sadness being slightly levitated from her expression.
"Of course not." He gave a soft smile to her and Glimmer as the younger got on his back again. Making their way back to the wall of the slope, he continued, "When Glimmer and I first met her, she was.. sort of..."
"Unbearable?" Glimmer assumed, slightly joking in the attempt to bright the girl's mood.
"Well, yeah." Retrieving his arrow again, the archer took the first climb up the mountain, followed by the others. "She wanted nothing to do with us, she didn't even care about doing everything because she thought it was right. She just wanted something out of it."
"Was she really that bad?" Frosta asked, turning to him and looking down at the princess below them.
"I wouldn't say bad, it was just Catra being her. She was pretty aggressive to everyone when she first started. She didn't want anything to do with us, she didn't want to hang out, and it took us weeks just to hear something about her past. Even with all the time we've spent together, she still keeps some things to herself."
"Oh." There was a mixed range of sadness and confusion crawling up to Frosta's mind as she listened to his story. "So... I shouldn't bother trying to apologize to her?"
"Not necessarily." He shook his head. "It's just that... No matter how much Catra pushes people off, she still cares a lot about the things personal to her. She keeps a lot of things to herself so she doesn't get hurt in the process, and when she does trust someone enough, it's hard for her to do. That's why she's so upset about everything right now." Oh. That made a little sense to the girl, even if it was a bit confusing.
She didn't know if Bow knew entirely what he was talking about with the way he was describing it to her, but it did mean a little sense to her. Catra wasn't just hurt because Frosta betrayed her, she was hurt because she trusted someone again and they let her down. They proved to her that she couldn't trust someone again after all this time, and Frosta just reopened old wounds with her betrayal. She didn't think someone like Catra was as sensitive as Bow made her out to be, but it made sense the more she thought about it.
"If you want my advice, just let Catra be Catra for now. Trying to force something out of her will just make it worse. Let her forgive you naturally if she can." To this, Glimmer was the one frowning now as she gazed away from them.
She didn't think about it as much as he did, but he was still right. She knew Catra was sensitive, she knew she didn't open up to people like most people were used to. It took several months alone before she even considered the pair to be her friends, and it took Bright Moon nearly falling to the Horde to draw that out! And the more she thought of it, the more guilty it made her feel.
Not just because of the fact she tried to force Catra to openly forgive her, but because Frosta wouldn't have gotten hurt as she was now, physically speaking, if she didn't drag her along. The girl wasn't assigned to the mission, and yet Glimmer thought it would be the perfect chance for them to reconnect. Instead, she got injured with a busted right arm, something that could've been easily avoided if Glimmer didn't trick her in the first place. She knew it to herself, and it was still hard to think about.
This was a mistake... Not a selfish mistake, a pointless mistake. One caused by trying to get the girl to accept something she wasn't going to accept. She was still determined to see the mission through and hope Catra would forgive Frosta by the end of the mission, that would've made all this struggling worth it. But if she couldn't, she couldn't be mad at Catra about it.
"If you had to compare me to something else, how cool would I be?" Sea Hawk asked from below as he climbed past Glimmer.
"Would you just keep climbing!"
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Nothing to the left, Nothing to the right. All around her, Adora saw nothing but snow and cold as far as the eye could see. The red lights to their outpost leaving a clear and leveled pathway from their establishment to the large hole the missing drill bots had dug up. Everything seemed normal to her, and somehow still out of place at the same time, like everything was too normal around here.
If she didn't take the cat into account.
"I don't know about you, but this place is pretty boring." Aroda yawned, appearing naturally beside the Force Captain as she looked around the base.
"I can't really control if you find the place boring or not, Aroda." Adora remarked, checking along the sensors to the side of the station. They didn't appear to be damaged to cut, so what caused the alarms to go off?
"Sure you caaaan~ You just need to be a little more fun around here." With te girl ignoring her, Aroda turned her eyes to the virus-infected sword, grinning. "Like with that fun-looking thing."
"What? This?" Adora raised the sword to her face, noticing her and Aroda's reflection in the sword. "What about it?"
"Well, you know, maybe test it out for yourself? See if you can, oh I don't know... turn into She-Ra?"
"What? That's just idiotic." She quickly shot down, rounding the building again for the other sensors and the boxes they connected to. "Even if I did, I'd be just as infected as Catra was when she turned into She-Ra."
"I know, I know, and that's all fine and dandy, but really think about it." She cut Adora off as she reappeared right in front of her, grinning. "Could you imagine if that power was yours to begin with? What you could accomplish?"
"..." Adora went silent at the comment, gazing back to the sword with unseen curiosity. She did have to admit, Aroda wasn't entirely wrong about her line of thinking. Catra nearly destroyed her without even trying, and that was under the virus's effect, throwing her out of control. What could she do with that kind of power if she ever harnessed it? "...It would be a little fun to test." She admitted, grinning.
"Of course it would!" Aroda clapped, Adora giving little to no care as she felt Aroda leaning on her shoulder. "Just think of everything. Some idiot like Catra would never be able to use it right, but with you? You would be a one-woman army, you'd be the one leading the Horde to victory countless times." At this, grinning wider, she whispered closer into Adora's ears. "And just think of how proud Hordak would be of you if you did." That was the bait she needed.
The flash of realization on Adora's face said it all, and she reeled it in like a fish on a hook. Adora would have nearly everything she ever wanted, anything she ever dreamed of. Being looked up to as a hero of the Horde, more than she already was, the power to ensure alliances with everyone around here, guaranteeing they would never betray her again. And, most importantly, Hordak would finally recognized her as his greatest success to date, and not an overwhelming failure!
"You would have a place at his side allll the time. He would even call you his right-hand man, or woman, whichever floats your boat." Every second she saw Adora grinning invigorated Aroda, knowing all the cogs and wheels in her head were turning in her mind. "Go on, try it. You know you want to."
"But... What about the virus?" Whoops, wrong direction. Aroda had to give it some slack if she wanted to get Adora back on the boat.
"Oh, pffft, forget about it. Its already infected Catra, and I doubt she's contagious. I mean, anymore than usual anyway. And assume you do go berserk, so what? Nothing Entrapta probably couldn't fix with the click of a button." She was relieved as she saw Adora's curiosity returning to the sword, holding the blade straight in front of her like a knight who was about to entitle a squire.
As much as Adora hated to say it, she was right. With this, she could do everything she needed, and she wouldn't even need Catra anymore for this! Why should they waste time trying to tune the virus or the sword so they could control Catra like a puppet? Why bother wasting time if she couldn't be controlled at all? Adora knew who her allegiances were sent to, and she vowed to unite Etheria to the Horde with everything she had!
And now, she had the sword. The one weapon that would change her life, everyone's lives, for the better. She didn't bother listening to Aroda directly, knowing what she was going to say at this point.
"Go on, take it for a spin. I won't tell if you don't tell..." Everything was coming together nicely as Adora held up the blade, planning to turn her life around with the very words she's heard Catra repeat to her on several occasions.
"For the Honor of Grayskull!"
"..."
"..."
"...?" Adora blinked as she lowered the sword again, staring at it as the wind blew through her hair. There was no transformation, no sense of energy coming from the blade, no nothing. Did she say it wrong? "Maybe it really was Gray-Slugs?"
"Or maybe it's just a one-person ride?" Aroda suggested, playfully.
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it. Why would the sword allow anyone to use it when it already has an owner?" She winked, hinting. "If that was the case, do you think furball would be able to keep it for as long as she had it?" She had a good point about that as well. It wouldn't be very protective if everyone she knew could use the sword too, otherwise there would be no end to the amount of people who would try to steal it from her, and each other.
"Maybe there's a way Entrapta can break the connection with her?" the Force Captain suggested, shrugging as she continued her patrol.
"Yeah, you could do that, I guess. But for all we know, this thing is probably too advanced for her to comprehend. I mean, don't you think she would've made her own versions of the sword by now for the Horde if she could?"
"Then what do you suggest?" Those were the very words Aroda couldn't wait to hear. Smiling casually, the floating reflection lied in midair right in front of the girl.
"What else? I say, you get rid of Catra."
"What? Like inside?" She wondered, looking back. "I doubt distance would help much in this case. No matter how far she went, I doubt-"
"No!" Aroda rolled to her feet as she grabbed Adora by both her shoulders. "I mean, get rid of her..."
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A/N: Annnnd with that said, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter ^^ I know I made some more seirous moments and whatnot (honestly half of which I questioned going through with since I wasn't too sure of it myself for the episode) but for the sake of making sure I didn't write or not-write something now and forget about it for the future, I felt a little necessary to make sure i threw those in.
Also hoping I managed to supply a good chunk of laughs here and there ^^ I doubt it would come close to the shows humor, doing so in fanfics is hard to do, but if I even came about halfway to the humor of the show, then this would've been worth it ^^. I promise more laughs to come in the next chapter, possibly 2 chps at this rate, as well as some nice fluffy feels by the end of it ^^
With that said, hope you all enjoyed! Leave a like, fave, follow, and review if you enjoyed and hope to see you soon!