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Vaati: Shad-ow, I know how we're going to defeat the Hero once and for all!
Shadow: Let me guess. We're going to kidnap Princess Zelda.
Vaati: No! We're going to steal from him the source of his power! And then we will use it against him.
Shadow: His Piece of the Triforce?
Vaati: Foolish fool! The Triforce is not the source of his power, his power comes from (close-up on Vaati) ...his pointy hat!
Shadow: Seriously.
Vaati: Yeeees! Come, Shad-ow, let us attain his pointy hat!
Shadow: I guess I have nothing better to do today.
Blue: You think you're smarter than everyone else.
Vio: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.
Vio: I swear to the goddess, I'm the only one here with a braincell.
Shadow, Blue, Green, and Red: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!
Green: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.
Red: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great!
Green: not when you’re playing with Vio. They put in words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog”.
So, another fanfic... This is of Shadow pretending to be Red short little story.
Based off of @heading-down-to-georgia little au idea and comics.
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Red stumbled into the forest, his fire rod casting a light glow before him as he hurried away from the angry villagers. Desperate to escape, to run away from that horrid mob. He lost his sword, so keeping his fire rod out was safer. Tears welled in his eyes but he fought to keep them down. Barely.
As branches whipped against his face, leaving stinging marks where they came into contact. Occasionally Red would glance back and see a little flash of light behind him. He would sometimes hear small yells and we would continue on with new perseverance.
He heard mumbling up ahead that sounded close and... vaguely familiar. They were talking about plants worshiping something and then continued with: "I gotta find the others right away-!" and the bad news? The mystery person was heading straight for Red.
Red blinked, seeing a familiar violet cap and clothes. Vio? Red wondered, blinking as indeed, Vio was running towards Red. Vio's head was down and a determined expression was dancing across his face.
"Vio? is that you?" Red asked, squinting his eyes at Vio, his fire rod casting a warm glow of light as Vio looked at Red in surprise.
Vio paused a bit, staring at Red in surprise. "... Red?" he asked, confusion and fear spreading across his face.
Red was so happy to see Vio well and Alive. Tears sprung at the corners of his eyes. He flinches slightly at a noise behind him, scared that the villagers were chasing him.
Vio wasn't even looking at Red now as Red blinked back into consciousness. He was staring behind him now.
"Which one of you..." Vio started, blinking, his face a mirror of confusion and fear. "... Is the real Red?"
What? Red thought.
"What...?" Both Red and his look a like said.
Red stared at Vio, failing to notice their look alike. "I-!"
At the same time, Red's clone spoke. "What do you mean?"
Vio turned his head towards the fake Red as he studied them.
"Vio, it's me!" the clone said. Red turned to look at the clone in fear. The clone looked exactly like him, the only noticeable difference being that their eyes were a tad, a bit darker than Red's eyes.
"I'm the real Red!" The clone put a hand on their chest and the other hand on a familiar hilt which looked like... no.. noo... I lost it though. The kid... Red worried.
"I have the four sword!" He drew it out of the hilt, showing it off to Vio in pride.
"But thats-! Thats not possible-!" Red stuttered "That kid from the village-!
“What kid?” The fake Red asked, their eyes shining underneath their hair. They looked gleeful as they stared at Red’s dumbfounded expression.
“… Do I get more than one guess?” Vio asked the two Reds, they both turned to him. “I feel like I need a second opinion.”
The fake Red’s eyes widened just slightly at the second opinion while real Red cheered quietly.
Vio started to walk at a brisk pace. “Both of you Reds, follow me.”
Both Reds obeyed, but the fake Red kept glancing over at the real Red with a sinister grin on their face. Gently fingering the four sword as they watched the real Red, taking in how they walk and small details and adding them.
To say Shadow was ecstatic was an understatement. First he caught Vio running off into the woods, and now making Vio question if he was Red or not was working perfectly. Now if only he could convince Vio and the other heroes he was the real Red would help him and Vaati a lot. But as he observed the red clad hero, he starting thinking that maybe he wasn’t the best one to clone…
Vio’s day was just going horribly. When two Reds appeared, it just got worse. On one hand, he recognized the real Red instantly, noticing how the clone didn’t mimic how Red’s eyes shift left and right when we was nervous. He also noted the way they walked, where the fake (which he assumed to be Shadow), walked more rigidly and the real Red walked a little more slouched. He needed the other’s opinions. They were so alike, they even had similar personalities. At least they both share a love of fire… Vio knew that if the suspected false Red (Shadow, if it really was him. The chance was really high) then they could take the four sword to Vaati. Which would be horrible.
Vio wondered what happened to his brothers and if they were alive and well. He shuddered at whatever bad things could have happened to them.
Vio knew though, that they definitely needed their help.
Well thats the end. I hope you all enjoyed it!!
also sorry if I got any timestamps or something wrong. I haven't read the manga and I really want to :C
My Shades of Red au fics: 1 2(soon!)
Can I suffer with you...
I love the manga so much they are my silly boys I love them
funnily enough i had no plans to draw fs during linktober it just happened inevitably
I want to give them all so many forehead kisses
Redesigned 4swords!! More info about each under the cut:
(Left to right)
VIO - They/them and gay af. Huge nerd who drinks too much coffee. Loves soup and books. Scared of bugs that fly.
GREEN - He/him and intersex. Stupid dumb dork who wants to take it easy for once in his life. Will eat until physically ill then eat more. He’s colorblind.
SHADOW - They/them and ace. SUCH a little shit. Confused by food but thinks it’s neat. Still has floaty powers.
RED - He/she/they and demi. Loves everyone and everything and wants to always be hugged. Eats all the sweets and blames Green and Blue. Can cry on command.
BLUE - She/her and bi. Scary lady and we love her for that. Makes a killer banana bread. Wears bandages around her arms because she thinks it looks tough and cool.
finnsmythe:
“Dude, seriously? ‘Probably hard for Americans to grasp?’ Don’t be so fucking pretentious,” Finn rolled his eyes. “And you are American if you forgot that fact,” he said and took a sip of his own drink. “I’m not surprised you brought beer by the way. Not after your rant at O’s Christmas party.”
Of course, Finn had to something to say about this. The Golden Boy that Ben’s mother wishes she biologically had rather than a runaway fuck up. However, he bit his tongue. “It’s been about two years since I’ve celebrated New Year’s here. It’s a bit different in other places.” He wasn’t even buzzed enough to be completely honest towards the other man. “Why didn’t you bring beer too?” He asked, “We could’ve had a competition,” Ben offered, remembering their conversation at O’s, “How’s that drink of yours treating you?”
finnsmythe:
“I don’t doubt that. You seem pretty scrappy to me,” he grinned a little. At the suggestion of a shotgun competition, Finn laughed. “Oh my god, yes! I used to do that all the time with the guys! And I did that in college before I dropped out. You’re on. If this fucking blizzard wasn’t happening, and we’d be able to get a case of beer, we’d definitely do that!” Finn was competitive as hell, and he would do all he could to win that challenge. “Yeah, we’re a thing,” he nodded. “I’ll ask O about it. See if she’d be down.”
He wasn’t scrappy. Only he was allowed to call himself that. Or King. That was about it. “I gotta compensate for the height somehow,” He wasn’t ignorant, he knew he was pretty small. “There should always be a case of beer around or a keg. I really need to show Chessie and O how Europeans party,” He thought he was better than everyone because he spent so much time abroad. It was pretty pathetic. “Maybe we could do a bar crawl.” He considered that pretty romantic. See, romance isn’t dead.
finnsmythe:
“Rum gives me a headache,” he explained. “Though it is a classic combination. Oh… that was you fighting? I heard the commotion and decided to stay out of it. God knows I don’t need to get into any more fights,” he shrugged. “No beer? That’s kind of bullshit. But maybe I just think so because I’m used to being around guys who could down pitchers by themselves. We should Postmates beer or something,” he laughed. “It’s good, yeah. I’m glad I can be here for O.”
“I would’ve gotten a lot more punches in if Monty didn’t break it up. I normally do more damage,” Ben had his fair share of fights in bars, while he was high, basically anywhere and everywhere. Nowadays he was a bit calmer and looked towards his wife to keep his impulse control in check. “Fuck yeah. I’d like to see you try to beat me in a shotgun competition,” Ben challenged, the competitive side taking over a bit. “Oh yeah, you guys are a thing or something,” He remembered hearing about that, “We should do a double date. It’s not really my thing but maybe O will enjoy it.”
finnsmythe:
“Well, that would make sense if he starts there because of time zones and all that,” he shrugged. “My drink? It’s good. Chessie and O always get top shelf shit, so it’s really great whiskey to ruin with Coca Cola,” he laughed and took another sip. “Enjoying the party so far?”
“I’m surprised it’s not rum and coke.” He knew that was an American favorite. “I’m not sure I’d say I’m enjoying it. I already got into one fight, already had one gin and tonic because they have no beer here.” He said with a shrug, “How about you? I hope it’s been better than mine.”
finnsmythe:
“I didn’t know that, but that’s super interesting,” he said, sipping his own drink. “Maybe Santa can’t get drunk. Maybe because he’s immortal, his body temperature is too high and just burns off the alcohol immediately.” Finn was probably thinking too much into it. “If Santa goes to America first, though, he’ll have a nice cookie base to soak it up. I’m pretty sure the reindeer do most of the flying anyway.”
A part of him was a bit jealous of Finn. Not that he’d ever show it. Ben didn’t get jealous. He didn’t even tell his mother that he was back nor did he feel the need to. If anything, he pitied Finn. Yep, that was it. “He’d go to the UK first, South and North America are the last places that he goes to. At least that’s what it says on the Santa Tracker every year. He’d probably mix up gifts and things once he arrived over here,” It felt weird talking about an imaginary figure. He wanted to ask how his mom was. However, Ben looked down at his feet instead. “How’s... your drink? How’s your drink?” He asked, much more smoothly the second time.
