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[hordinglife]

This is Lonnie. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you. If you don't, that's your fault.

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memshare tiiime. this memory will appear to lonnie as a video.

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Catra runs along the corridors of the Fright Zone; her small, bare feet carrying her well. She jumps, grabs a cable dangling from the ceiling, somersaults mid-air, grabs another cable, and lands.

"Catra, wait up!" Adora's voice comes from behind her. Catra looks back and sees the little blonde girl still clumsily holding onto a cable.

"What's it like being the world's slowest person?" She teases and launches off again. Behind her, Adora crashes onto the ground and then chases her, with Catra running away from her laughing.

The Fright Zone is no place for children, so they make their own games.

Adora catches her finally and pulls her hair, but then they both stop. Before them is the entrance to the Red Garnet Chamber; the room where Shadow Weaver does whatever it is she does.

Catra gasps and stage-whispers: "It's open!" Because there it is, the door yawning before them, a red glow emanating from within it.

"We're definitely not allowed in there," Adora says, mischief in her voice, and they grin at each other and do what any curious small children in their position would do -- they enter.

Once inside, they stand before a tall, thin crystal, colored a deep scarlet and illuminating the whole room. Catra steps forward and walks around the crystal, really looking at it. "Wow," she whispers. When she curiously touches a claw to it, she is rewarded with an electric shock and squeaks.

"M-Maybe we should get out of here," Adora says, suddenly frightened. Catra is sucking on her zapped finger when a moaning voice reaches her ears; it's Shadow Weaver, who comes in, slumping against a doorpost. It's uncharacteristic for the normally imposing woman; she's a powerful sorceress, with her mask hiding her face and her black hair and deep red robes floating around her.

The two girls hide behind the crystal's base as Shadow Weaver floats toward it. She touches the crystal, then moves on toward a bowl on a stand. She has her back to the children, but they see enough to notice she is removing her mask. Adora gasps and Catra looks between her and Shadow Weaver with wide eyes.

Shadow Weaver must've heard them, for she turns around; and what Catra sees shocks her. Most of Shadow Weaver's face is hidding behind her hand, but what Catra sees are lid-less green eyes in a face overcome with dark, pulsing veins. Now both girls gasp as Shadow Weaver bellows, "Get Out!"

They break into a run, trying to dash for the door, but before she can reach it, Catra suddenly feels a jolt that stops her mid-run, rendering her unable to move, as Shadow Weaver's magic shadows engulf them.

"Catra, you stay." Shadow Weaver's voice is calmer now. Something that isn't herself makes Catra straighten, turns her around to face her superior officer. "What do you think you're doing in here?" Shadow Weaver puts her mask back in place.

"We were just playing," Catra answers, though she already knows how futile any protests will be.

Shadow Weaver bends down toward her, hair once more framing her head as it flows above her, blocking out Catra's view almost completely. "Insolent child! I've come to expect such disgraceful behavior from you. But I will not allow you to drag Adora down as well."

"Shadow Weaver, it wasn't her fault, it was my idea too!" Adora's voice, imploring from behind Catra. She can't turn around to see her. She really wants to see her.

But, as if by magic, her eyes are bound toward Shadow Weaver, who continues speaking.. "You have never been anything more than a nuisance to me! I've kept you around as long because Adora was fond of you. But if you ever do anything to jeopardize her future, I will dispose of you myself, do you understand?"

Catra's eyes widen, and part of her is glad she's immobilized, because if not, she would surely be shuddering in fear right now, like a pitiful weakling. And you do not show weakness in the Fright Zone, least of all in front of Shadow Weaver.

Then, her sight is disrupted once more as Adora jumps in front of her, arms stretched to her sides. "Please, stop!" She begs.

Shadow Weaver straightens; the shadows vanish. Shadow Weaver turns and floats away, groaning. Adora turns to look at Catra, then runs to Shadow Weaver. "She didn't mean to!"

"Adora," Shadow Weaver's voice softens, as much as it ever does. "You must do a better job of keeping her under control." The magic taking hold of Catra finally lets up and she sinks to the floor, where she sits and wraps her hands around herself. "Do not let something like this happen again."

Catra watches as Shadow Weaver pets Adora's head and tucks a stray strand of her shining blonde hair away.

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[hordinglife]

[She sees it, but doesn't reply at first. Because she heard memories are going around. People's memories are being shared left and right to whoever happens to see them and most of them aren't pretty.

Kind of like this one.

Of course this would show up weeks after Lonnie and Catra had their fight. Weeks after she finally decided to just stop caring about Catra and let go of all the old ties she'd had. Because being alone by your own choice was better than being alone because the people you thought would care didn't.

But now there's this. As if Catra is rubbing it in her face what a great friend she had in Adora. As if she wants to prove how little Lonnie knows or understands about her life growing up. Because even subconscious Catra always has to be freaking right.

...And maybe she was. Lonnie didn't know anything about this. She didn't know about Shadow Weaver going out of her way to hurt Catra. Favoring Adora? Everyone knew that.

But this? No. All she knew was that Shadow Weaver paid more attention to Adora and Catra than she did anyone else--might have even felt some jealousy once about it. That they got attention, even negative, and the rest of them got nothing. She'd "teach" them and train them and punish them as a team, but she never paid attention to the rest of their team otherwise. She was just like any of their own instructors and commanders that way.

Now she's glad she never got her attention. Better to never have it than...this.

Turns out Catra and Shadow Weaver aren't so different. Favoring Adora and treating everyone else like crap because she can.]

Might want to watch out for what's showing up on the feeds around here. You don't know what someone else could be seeing.