This story was a headcanon of based back when we first heard about Lord Dominator; and my theory was: Lord Hater is actually a kid; and Lord Dominator's a fully-grown adult of their race.
Since we discovered Lord Dominator's true identity, this story is definitely AU.
Wander over Yonder characters belong to Craig McCracken Story belongs to me, Steffie
Commander Peepers couldn't remember when last he slept so well. He actually felt quite refreshed, despite going to bed so late after he made back-up plans for next week's invasions. Lord Hater was pleased with his plans for this week. In fact, they were planning to ambush a planet later today, and Lord Hater would be so pleased with him if his strategy worked out...
Wait. Why didn't Lord Hater wake him up this morning? Come to think about it, why didn't he hear any of the watchdogs? Worried, Commander Peepers stepped out of his room and decided to go check up on them.
To his astonishment, the ship was silent. He didn't even hear Lord Hater rant about Wander. Did something happen? As he felt his heart race, he didn't even notice a watchdog heading his way before he bumped into him.
"Oof! Commander Peeper?! I'm so sorry, sir!" the young cadet stammered as he helped the commander to his feet. Commander Peepers waved his hand absently.
"Cadet, where are the others?"
"Erm, haven't you heard, sir?"
"Heard what, Cadet?" Peepers didn't mean to snap at the young watchdog, but his mind raced with terrible images of what had happened to the Hater army and to Lord Hater himself.
"Lord Hater gave everyone the day off, sir."
"Huh?" "Yep. When we were having breakfast this morning, Lord Hater hid his entire head and told us that we're having a day off. He also told us that no one may enter his room, not even if we captured Wander..."
Commander Peepers raced towards Lord Hater's room as fast as his legs could take him. He ignored the panic shouts of the cadet. He rapped his knuckles hard against the door.
"Lord Hater, sir. It's me, Commander Peepers. Are you alright?"
"Go away." Lord Hater...sobbed?!
"Lord Hater? Is everything okay?"
"No. I don't want anyone to see me when I'm like this."
"Sir, I am coming in right now!" Commander Peepers barged into Lord Hater's room and couldn't believe his eye when he entered Lord Hater's bedroom.
Lord Hater was trying his best to get his horns to stick on his head, yet they kept fulling off. "Sir?!" the watchdog felt his throat tighten in fear. No, no...this is bad...
"They fell off this morning. Couldn't get them to stay on my head." Lord Hater mumbled in embarrassment; like a child being caught trying to fix a toy they accidentally broke.
"Sir, why didn't you inform me of this earlier?" Commander Peepers shrieked as he started to sweat.
"Well, it's embarrassing..."
"Embarrassing? Sir, your horns are vital parts of your body! If we don't get this fixed...I don't even want to think about it!" the watchdog screamed in panic.
"Peepers, I don't want to go to the doctor like this..." Lord Hater screamed before he winced in pain.
"That's why we need to go to the doctor now. From what I had read, your race needs those horns for your powers; and an adult of your race could easily die if it's not fixed soon."
If he had paid attention, Commander Peepers would have noticed that Lord Hater looked quite uncomfortable with Commander Peeper's suggestion...
To be concluded...