Episode 1
Part 3

🚨🚨☢️☢️ CAUTION: THIS CHAPTER COULD TRIGGER READERS AS IT MENTIONS CRUEL TREATMENT TO OTHERS AND THERE ARE SWEAR WORDS. I HAVEN'T HAD A PANIC ATTACK IN AWHILE SO IF WHAT I HAVE WROTE IS INCORRECT OR EXTREMELY TRIGGERING, PLEASE TELL ME. THIS IS A WARNING, PROCEED WITH CAUTION PLEASE☢️☢️🚨🚨

(I'll add the 😡 once the trigger treatment is over and 👩‍❤️‍👩 when the panic attack is over)

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I heard the evil laughter from an old memory. I froze, knowing who it belonged to. I haven't heard it in years but it still sent shivers up and down my spine. "(Yn). What did you learn from your infiltration at Bright Moon and the rebellion? My little spy."

I couldn't see him, but I felt his presence. It made me stand tall and stiff like a board. "There is nothing to report, Lord Hordak, sir."

"Really? Are you sure? Shadow Weaver told me otherwise." He growls at me, as I flinch. "Sorry sir. I just thought some of the information I've obtained was useless and decided not-"

"Information? Useless? Oh really? Well then what's the relationship between you and the princess?"

I paused. "She believes I'm her... friend, my lord." My voice wavers.

"A friend? She's so gullible, isn't she?" He laughs, while I chuckle uncomfortably. "Anything else, spy?"

I shook my head left and right, but muttered a, "that's all sir."

His laughter died out, before a loud thud made me jump and quiver as he began to yell at me. "That's all?! You little bitch! I brought you in out of the kindness of my heart, and this is how you repay me! With being friends with a dumbass princess?! I should have killed you the first chance I had! You little shit! You should be dead! You don't belong here, you don't belong anywhere!"

Tears strolled down my cheeks as more insults and threats were shot my way. I cried out as something small was thrown at me. My head fell down as I covered my face with my hands. The screaming died out, but I kept crying. I sunk to the floor and curled up, legs against my chest. Very quietly, I heard my name. The tears never stopped as though it was just raining on my face alone. The voice got louder and louder till it over took my sobs.

😡cruel treatment over😡

I woke up to Glimmer shaking me, calling my name. Seeing her face, I cried and hugged her, apologizing deeply into her shoulder. She rubbed my back, calming me down. I opened my eyes to see Bow watching us and blondie against a rock, tied up, and passed out as well. I took in my surrounding, remembering where I was.

Not in the Fright Zone.

My crying slowed down and I sniffled pulling out of the hug. Glimmer smiled at me, "Are you okay, now?"

I nodded, wiping off extra tears that wanted to fall with my hands. I mumbled a thanks and stood up carefully. She grabbed my hands when she saw a slight unbalance in my stance. I thanked her again and we headed over to Bow. He repeated Glimmer's question of concern, "I'm fine. Just a bad dream."

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A half hour later, blondie groans, causing Glimmer and Bow to lean up to her face. I rolled my eyes. "Idiots." Blondie's steel blue eyes opened slowly, blinking, only to be yelled at by Bow. "Hey! She's awake."

She looked at all three of us, me longer than the other two, before asking, "What happened?"

"Quiet, Horde spy, I ask the questions. How did you make it this far into the Whispering Woods?" Glimmer stood and pointed at her.

"I just walked in. And I'm not a spy." The word spy sent a chill up my spine. I shivered, but only blondie noticed. She looked at me worried and concerned. I shook my head at her and looked away.

"Sure, sure. You just so happened to find yourself in the Whispering Woods, like you just so happened to try and steal our sword." Glimmer says sarcastically and gestures the weapon.

Bow stands up as blondie speaks. "It's not yours. I found it first."

"The Whispering Woods is under the Rebellion's protection. You were lucky to make it as far as you did." Glimmer walks behind blondie to Bow. "Come on now, Bow. Let's get this spy back to Bright Moon where she can be interrogated properly." She walks off, dragging Bow with her, leaving me with the so called "spy".

She stares at the duo for a bit as they walk off before moving her pretty eyes to me. I flinch, but take in the nice eye color she has.

It's such a nice blue. A blue that reminds me of my deep past.

It bring me comfort and solace.

Blood creeps up to my ears as I realize what I'm doing. I look away, not wanting to see blondie anymore. But despite all efforts, I take a glance to her to see a look of realization across her face.

"Hey, aren't you-" She was cut off by Glimmer yelling orders. "Come on, on your feet."

Glimmer and Bow walk over to us, Glimmer picking me up off the ground and wrapping her arm around my back to help me stay up, and Bow grabbing blondie by her arm to her feet. Since Glimmer carries the sword on her back, and Bow had his quiver on his back, and neither of them trusting blondie, I walked carefully behind them, using a stick they found to keep me standing.

Even though I don't actually need it, it made me feel a bit better that they cared.

"You positive we're going the right way, Glimmer?"

"I know what I'm doing, Bow. Can you please just trust me for once?" We stopped, until Glimmer finished and started moving again, the rest of us soon following.

"You know I always trust you, but I'm starting to get a little freaked out. I mean I pretty much grew up in these woods, and I've never seen this part of them. I've heard stories about weird stuff out here." Bow looked around weary. I got an idea, placed my hands barely onto Bow's arms, before yelling, "Boo!"

He let out a cracked high pitched scream, and swung his bow at me. I luckily ducked in time, but I clutched my stomach and laughed, pointing at him, "You screamed like a boy going through puberty!"

Blondie chuckled at my behavior, and when I looked over at her, face flushed from laughter, she straightened out and looked away. I sighed, patting Bow's shoulder. "That was way too easy, man. You really need to toughen up some more."

"Really, (Yn)? Ugh! Bow, it's fine, okay? Just let me figure this out." Glimmer was annoyed and teleported elsewhere. With the sword, and the tracker pad.

"Okay! Touchy. Sorry about her. Usually she's really nice." Bow used his weapon to move some hanging moss out of the way before putting it on his back for later. He was obviously talking to blondie, but I joined in. "Sure she is, Bow! She's super nice when it doesn't involve anything about the Horde."

I, of course, was being sarcastic but my own comment made me pause. I was part of the Horde. She held that grudge for so long till her mother finally gave me respect. I stopped walking, but they didn't notice. I started shaking. The thought of my nightmare came back and I tuned out any noise that continued around me.

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I was a traitor. To both sides. I helped Bright Moon fend off the Horde, I helped the Horde take over innocent villages.

I was the scum of Etheria.

Tears built up in my eyes as I realized all the deaths I've caused. How many were innocent? How many were children? Kids my age now gone when I told Hordak the plan that killed them all.

I choked up, and my vision became blurry. My breathing became erratic, as my panic attack crashed upon me like a wave of depression and anxiety, guilt.

I choked on my breath and gasped hard, trying to gain more air but it wasn't working.

I strangled out a cry for help.

But nobody came.

(Undertale Reference?)

I had thought.

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A pair of soft and warm hands grasped my face, wiping away tears. A soft voice called for my attention. "Hey, listen to me alright. You are okay. We are okay. We're going to be alright. I just need you to take a deep breath, and let it out slowly, okay? Can you do that for me?"

I nodded weakly, grasping at the person's clothes, then their arms, neck, face. Anything I could get my hands on. I needed to know that someone was there for me. My eyes closed as I took a shakey breath, letting it out in slow wavers. "Good job. Can you do it again?"

I breathed in and out slowly, which helped me calm down. The panic I once had was lessened considerably. "You're doing great. Can you try again, please?"

I kept taking deep breathes, which slowed down my heart rate. I grabbed their head and pulled it towards me so I can feel more of them, feel that I'm not trapped in a room with an evil dictator, feel that I'm safe. I moved so our foreheads touched, and I kept breathing as they instructed/encouraged me to. I soon calmed down enough where I could try to identify who was helping me. My hands travels up their arms to their wrists, and once I felt rope, I open my eyes wide to see a beautiful steel blue I admire so much.