You and Double Trouble sat on their bed as you braided their hair, and they ranted on and on about some mischief they've been causing around Etheria.

It had been a while since the battle between the Horde and the princesses came to an end. The Horde soldiers, such as yourself, were now free to do what they wanted, taking some time to process the lies they had been fed by Lorde Hordak and Shadow Weaver.

Luckily, though, you had a 'friend' here with you. Double Trouble, to be exact. Well, they weren't really a friend, they were more of a pest who'd grown attached to you during their time in the Horde. And they, unfortunately, got you to somewhat like them back.

"And then I said; 'Darling, if I wanted to look at something ugly, I would've looked at your Senior graduation photo.' Oh, he was so mad after I said that-..."

They paused, turning their head to look at you over their shoulder, noticing that you hadn't been paying attention.

"Darling, are you listening?" They asks with a small smirk, their voice oddly soft. It was probably a hoax; how nice they were being to you, but you decided to enjoy it while it lasts.