>>116185611Little Entrapdak had always been an imaginative child. When other children played together, she had been content to play by herself... drawing elaborate patterns in the sand, or tinkering with bits of technology. When she began talking to her imaginary friend, Hordak was worried. But Entrapta assured him she'd done the same thing at her daughter's age.
Then the headaches started... deep, throbbing pain that made her awaken screaming in the middle of the night. Night terrors were next. When she was little, she would awaken shaking and crawl into bed with mommy and daddy. Now she woke up screaming and clawing at the sheets. Over the next few months she became even more withdrawn... growing cold and distant with what few friends she had, and even ignoring her beloved Uncle Wrong Hordak when he came to visit.
In desperation, Entrapta and Hordak bring their daughter to a doctor in Bright Moon. To Casta Spella for magical assistance. Even to the spiritual healers of the crimson wastes. Nothing helped. Nothing worked. Her face broke out into lesions... angry green pustules that itched and burned, but she couldn't stop scratching them.
It's was a stormy night when Hordak suggested to Entrapta that the answers may simply not lie on Etheria. Entrapdak was supposed to be in bed fast asleep, as the two begin to plan their desperate journey into space, searching for a cure. That was when Entrapdak emerged from her room, clutching the side of her face.
Hordak's face is all sympathy... a skill he'd learned well over the last few years. "What's the matter darling?" He asks, trying to keep the worry in his voice under control. But Entrapdak's draws herself up to her full height, pulling her hand away and stares back at them.
They hadn't been lesions at all.
Four cold eyes stare directly into Hordak's soul, "Nothing at all." She says, her voice inhumanly cold. "Dear... brother..."