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[001] New Potential (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)
Theme Prompt: [#001] - Second Chances
Title: New Potential
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 350
Summary: They left her behind - but maybe she's better off where she is.
Red. Everything was red.
Entrapta’s anger flowed through her, igniting a burning coal in her stomach. They had left her behind. After all Glimmer’s speeches about supporting each other and working together, they had left her behind. They had duped her into joining their stupid Princess Alliance, when all they had really wanted was her technical skill for infiltrating the Fright Zone. As soon as they got their precious friends back, they hadn’t needed her any more. And then she had become dispensable. Forgettable. Abandon-able.
They probably thought she wasn’t a proper princess, since she didn’t have a stupid stone to give her powers. But she had something better than magic. Better than a gossamer dress and a lovey-dovey attitude. She had science. She could build robots that could achieve everything the princesses were capable of - and more. And who needed friends when you had countless robotic servants to do your bidding?
The flame of Entrapta’s blow torch glowed in her red-infused field of vision. Metal melted and fused beneath its caress, calming and focusing her. She took a breath and shut the flame off, then lifted her welding visor. The red of its filter vanished, to be replaced by the cool green of the Fright Zone lab.
Entrapta looked around, admiring the clean lines and industrial chic of the room. Here she could make a contribution. Here her skills were appreciated, sought-after. Bright Moon and its wishy-washy politics were far away. The Horde had vision, ambition, and welcomed someone whose greatest wish was to push technology forwards. Nobody distracted her from her purpose here. And she wasn’t alone; there were people eagerly waiting to see what she would develop next. They wanted to hear about her projects and what they could do. They wanted to use her inventions, test them in the field, provide her with more data so she could keep improving.
She lowered her visor again, and the red was no longer angry. It was passionate, it was alive. It embraced her with its potential.
Here, Entrapta had a chance to be all that she could be.
Title: New Potential
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 350
Summary: They left her behind - but maybe she's better off where she is.
Red. Everything was red.
Entrapta’s anger flowed through her, igniting a burning coal in her stomach. They had left her behind. After all Glimmer’s speeches about supporting each other and working together, they had left her behind. They had duped her into joining their stupid Princess Alliance, when all they had really wanted was her technical skill for infiltrating the Fright Zone. As soon as they got their precious friends back, they hadn’t needed her any more. And then she had become dispensable. Forgettable. Abandon-able.
They probably thought she wasn’t a proper princess, since she didn’t have a stupid stone to give her powers. But she had something better than magic. Better than a gossamer dress and a lovey-dovey attitude. She had science. She could build robots that could achieve everything the princesses were capable of - and more. And who needed friends when you had countless robotic servants to do your bidding?
The flame of Entrapta’s blow torch glowed in her red-infused field of vision. Metal melted and fused beneath its caress, calming and focusing her. She took a breath and shut the flame off, then lifted her welding visor. The red of its filter vanished, to be replaced by the cool green of the Fright Zone lab.
Entrapta looked around, admiring the clean lines and industrial chic of the room. Here she could make a contribution. Here her skills were appreciated, sought-after. Bright Moon and its wishy-washy politics were far away. The Horde had vision, ambition, and welcomed someone whose greatest wish was to push technology forwards. Nobody distracted her from her purpose here. And she wasn’t alone; there were people eagerly waiting to see what she would develop next. They wanted to hear about her projects and what they could do. They wanted to use her inventions, test them in the field, provide her with more data so she could keep improving.
She lowered her visor again, and the red was no longer angry. It was passionate, it was alive. It embraced her with its potential.
Here, Entrapta had a chance to be all that she could be.
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