whatever you do, don’t imagine entrapta following scorpia and catra to perfuma’s kingdom. don’t imagine the repressed hurt and disappointment boiling in her veins. don’t imagine her going absolutely ballistic on perfuma’s kingdom, not realizing she’d been so affected by their abandonment of her.
do not imagine entrapta finding the statue erected in her honor. do not imagine entrapta whipping around to see she ra facing catra, hearing catra taunt her about leaving behind such a reliable resource—dehumanizing her, reducing her to her gadgets.
do not imagine entrapta’s eyes watering, realizing she’s been manipulated. do not imagine entrapta taking out her voice recorder, holding it up to her face, and saying shakily, “fright zone log, hour __ . experiment failure. i’ve made a grave mistake.”
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