purrrnicious | Heart Game: Run #2

[ Oh my GODDDDDDD. NO. NO ONE SHOULD BE SEEING THIS.

Squeaked out, her cheeks clearly flushed: ]

What did I say?!

[Look, she's a TINY FLOOF.

[Wednesday is not going to make a baby cat who's already having a bad day cry.]

I couldn't disappoint her, Sabre. I'm sorry. But--

[She sighs. Smiles at the girls.]

Do you think we need to keep this?

[Oops — the girls are gone, and things look a little bit different! The room is a wreck. The blankets on the beds are torn and shredded, scraps littering the floor. The glass gems that had trailed to the bed have been scattered, many crushed, and deep, angry gouges deface nearly every doodle and image on the wall. The plushie has been discarded, and looks like it has a little stuffing coming out from somewhere near the neck, and instead of a shield there’s now a sword. It’s not clear if it still has the glass piece.

The thread has been severed; one end hangs off the cartridge you have, the other still seems to be connected to something in the vent, drifting slowly in the airflow.

The room itself is now cold. It feels empty.]

[ . . .

Oh. This is definitely #KohimeProblems. ]

[ Okay. Okay. Moving on. ]

Might as well keep it. Who knows if it'll be important?

[ Anyway let's see about CLIMBING INTO AN AIR VENT. Is that possible? ]

[YOU SURE CAN. The other end of the thread connects to another cartridge.]

[ Thank God for being a nimble cat.

She hesitates a loooong moment, but -- hoarding instinct wins out. (These are technically Kohime's memories anyway, eat shit Kohime.)

YOINK. ]

[Well, now they both have cassettes.

[Twinsies, or something,]

[Enjoy this next memory! It takes place when Kohime is the age you see her in Imeeji.

[It opens to a chaotic scene. There's a small village under attack, its buildings really just huts and hovels made from clay and wood from the surrounding area. The locals are humanoid deer, dressed in simple linens and flowers, and they run in a panic fleeing from the Horde army descending on them armed with tanks, armour, and rifles. It's not even remotely close to a fair fight, these people are unarmed and were in the middle of some sort of festival. Their village is in ruins now, crushed and on fire, and Adora marches out into the middle of it to stand in the way of one of the tanks, demanding they stop.

It does –– and then Kohime, of all people, comes out, calling to Adora and happy to see her. She scampers on all fours along the barrel of the tank to pounce on Adora, knocking her to the ground.]

Catra: They let me drive a tank, can you believe it?!

Adora: Catra, I don't––I don't understand, what are you doing here?

Catra: Uh, duh, we came to find you! "Cover for me Catra, no one will even know I'm gone!" [She quotes in a mocking voice, making a face, before returning to her normal tone.] Seriously, did you just immediately get captured right after you snuck out, or. . . what are you wearing?

[She draws attention to the flower that Adora has in her hair, which Adora hastily knocks off, crushing it in the process. ]

Adora: Look, there's no time, we have to put a stop to this!

Catra: What? Why?

Adora: Because this is a civilian town! Look around, these aren't insurgents, they're innocent people!

Catra: Yeah, sure, innocent people who kidnapped a Horde officer. Now come on, let's get you back to the Fright Zone. Shadow Weaver is freaking out. [Kohime takes Adora by the hand to lead her toward the tank, breaking into a laugh at this point -- only to drop into a flatter tone right after.] It'd be funny if she weren't such a terrible person.

[At this point Adora pulls away from Kohime, refusing to leave until the Horde stops attacking Thaymor.]

Catra: What are you saying?

Adora: I'm saying this is wrong! They've been lying to us, manipulating us, Hordak, Shadow Weaver, all of them!

Catra: ...Duh! Did you just figure that out?! Manipulation is Shadow Weaver's whole thing! She's been messing with our heads since we were kids.

Adora: How could you possibly be okay with that?

Catra: Because, it doesn't matter what they do. The two of us look out for each other, and soon we'll be the ones calling the shots. Now come on, can we go home already?

[At this point Kohime is imploring, smiling encouragingly at Adora, and fully expecting she'll come along with her. An explosion and screams interrupt them, and Adora's expression hardens into anger and determination.]

Adora: I'm not going home, Catra. I can't. Not after everything I've seen. Come with me! You don't have to go back there, we can fix this!

Catra: Are you kidding? You've known these people for what, a couple of hours? And now you're gonna throw everything away for them?

[But Adora still refuses. She says she has to do something, that she's sorry, and she turns her back on Kohime. And Kohime's expression just shifts. She pulls out a nice little taser baton and jams it right in Adora's back, knocking her to the ground. Adora is coming back whether she wants to or not, apparently. Though Kohime immediately apologizes, explaining she didn't think it would be so strong, only to give Adora another shock when she moves to get up, calling it a "reflex". She tells Adora she's doing this because Adora left her, and if she doesn't bring Adora back, Shadow Weaver will have her head for it.

That's about when Bow and Glimmer intervene, Glimmer firing her sparkle magic at Kohime to chase her off while Bow shoots a trick arrow that traps her in a net. Hissing and spitting, she goes down, only to break free moments later when Glimmer teleports Adora away, leaving Kohime to fight with Bow.

The end of the memory is just as chaotic as it started. Just when it looks like the Horde has the upper hand, a new princess emerges -- 8 feet tall and hella built, glowing faintly with residual magic in a new white skirted jumper and red cape complete with a tiara, and she just trashes the Horde with only a sword and ridiculous super strength. When she's defeated all the soldiers, tanks, and spider bots, someone calls a retreat and the new princess collapses, transforming back into Adora of all people. All while Kohime watches, stunned, and when Adora calls out to her faintly she takes one step back, then two, then flees into the smoke and dust with the rest of the Horde.]

This memory is... complicated. Catra is honestly ecstatic to find her friend, was worried about her––and fucking heartbroken when she refuses to come. She doesn't understand how Adora could have missed the lies and cruelty they were raised with. She doesn't understand how Adora could choose these people she barely knows over her. Adora promised her they'd be together, that everything would be okay, and now she's turning her back on her? She has to know what Shadow Weaver will do to her if she goes back empty-handed, and she doesn't care?

Was she even going to bother telling her she was gone, or was she planning to just stay with these princesses forever, letting her always wonder what happened?

. . .And why was anything only bad when it happened to these strangers? Why was it okay when it was happening to her?

The memory leaves you with a lingering sense of betrayal, of heartbreak, and all your insecurities and feelings of worthlessness flaring right up when the one person that you hinged all of your happiness, your safety and your self-worth on apparently turns her back on you without a second thought.]

[ She--

Snarls out a hiss and flings the cartridge as far from her as she can, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

Maybe Wednesday should be responsible and pick it up idk, but Sabre's certainly not touching it anymore. ]

[These

[are not things she should be seeing.

[She closes her eyes, but it doesn't help.

[It's so vivid, and it seems to take forever to unwind. It leaves her shaken, unmoored, understanding: she knows Kohime won't thank her for any of it. But how can you not see someone differently, when you finally find out what they're wrestling with?

[And Wednesday wonders how much of this Sabre shares--

[She doesn't ask.

[She never asks.

[She shouldn't be seeing any of this.]

[The room is dimmer, most of the lights shattered, plunging it into darkness. There’s also now a number of solid, battered pipes that run along the ceiling, leading up into the roof and elsewhere. They’re open to the room, covered with mesh grates that prevent you from entering, though if you go close to them they feel uncomfortably warm, though there’s slight suction in the air flow — it’s not clear where the heat is from since it’s an intake pipe of some kind.

You start to feel a bone-deep ache, not physical, but something crawling beneath your skin until you almost want to tear at your clothes, your hair, lash out at the walls, strike the beds, anything to get it out. With it comes a sense of dread, this place is not safe, nowhere is safe––

You may want to consider leaving.]

[Wednesday isn't waiting around to find out why she's feeling this way. She simply bolts for the nearest door--

[This may not be the way she came.]

[ Every hair stands on end, ears pinned back, tail lashing. ]

Enough-- enough. Let's go.

[ BOOKING IT FOR THE DOOR TO THE PRISON, since it's like, literally right there. ]

[Surely it's better, right?]

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