To Be a Side (Sanders Sides fanfic)

🖤Prologue🖤

The wind whistled outside the bolted up windows. Rain softly thumped against it. The room was dark, the only light that was there was from the candle set on a table in the far corner. A hooded figure sat on the ground in the middle of the room, humming something softly, as it wrote something on a long piece of paper. A person came in, the metal door slamming behind him, as he sat down next to the figure. "Did you find it, Fitz?" It asked, not looking up from the paper. "No," He said sadly, "Revel and I searched for hours but the trail went cold at the last minute." The figure looked up and raised an eyebrow at Fitz. "Are you even sure it's real?" It got up and lit the other candles in the room so it could see its friend. "What kind of a question is that," Fitz said walking over, "you saw it with your own eyes." The figure just shook its head and sat down on the chair in front of it and Fitz did the same thing. "I don't know what I saw," it said, playing with the paper in its hand, "I was tired and I had no right to go exploring in the Dark Woods." Fitz scoffed, "but it was a good thing you did or else we would have not known about it." The figure looked down at the paper again, trying not to think of the glowing water and the miracle it brought to the figure. "Please, you know that something like that can't be kept a secret. We need to find it and keep it from falling into the wrongs hand," he leaned forward, "into their hands." The figure closed his eyes and shook its head again, "I can't let you or Revel risk your lives." Fitz was about to say something but was interrupted by the metal door swinging open. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" Revel asked, scratching behind his ear. The figure smiled "it's ok friend, go on." Revel straightened up and cleared his throat, "he's here." Fitz and the figure stood up and Revel moved aside as a dark black mist poured into the room, and the air smelled of blood. "Took you long enough." A voice boomed from what seemed like everywhere. "What do you want Aridam?" Fitz asked and the figure noticed his hand was floating to the dagger that hung from his toolbelt. "Why so tense?" Aridam asked back as the mist started to form the silhouette of a person, "I'm only trying to talk." "That's the point," Revel said but as he walked over to the figure and Fitz he was visibly trembling. The silhouette blinked as two autumn eyes stared back at them, then a nose, eyebrows, freckles, hair that hung over his eyebrows and almost touching his eyes, a whole person started to show, and then finally a mouth that grinned menacingly. "Fitzhugh I appreciate the new jacket you've decided to wear, so you." Aridam sarcastically complimented, "and Revel, I just love how you cut your hair, keep up the great work." The figure's teeth gritted, "What. Do. You. Want." it said slowly. Aridam laughed and staff appeared in his hand. "As I said, I just want to talk." The figure looked over to Fitz and Revel who were shaking their heads. "Don't do this, it could be a trap." Revel pleaded. "I believe he is harmless," the figure whispered back but Fitz seemed to get even more worried. "You can't always keep seeing the good in people, one day that will get you killed." He groaned. The figure looked away from them and bite his lip, "fine," it sighed, "we can talk." He motioned his friends' to leave and they slowly inched to the door but kept an eye on both it and Aridam. "Great their gone, never liked them anyway." He said once they left. The figure scowled. "oh don't ask so surprised Roderick." Aridam said, pushing his hair out of his face. Roderick's eyes widen and he looked around nervously. "You can't say my name here," he whispered angrily. Aridam smirked, "right, almost forgot about your secrecy stuff." "So are we going to talk or can I blow all your secrets?" Roderick complained. "I just wanted to make a deal with you," Aridam answered circling him. "We already have a deal," Roderick argued back, "we give you resources to help your sad people, and you don't start a war with us." Aridam stopped and looked Roderick in the eye, "well I've noticed your low on resources so I'm altering the deal, let's call it a favour." He said slyly. "Go on," Roderick raised an eyebrow. "we'll stop asking for resources until you guys recover if you..." Aridam smirked at him, "if you give us one of your own." Roderick put his hands on his hips, "not happening, sorry." Aridam twirled his staff and the room filled with the black mist again, "come on, do you want your people, your kingdom to fall?" Roderick looked down and slowly shook his head, "no, but I can't just give a random person to you so you can enslave them." Aridam turned around and continued to twirl his staff. "I know you'll find someone. Maybe that boy I've seen running around in streets." He said turning back around. "Leave Thomas out of this." Roderick barked and he felt his powers hum inside him. "So that's his name? Very nice. Very...original." Aridam chuckled. "Whatever you want, don't use him for it." Roderick pushed his powers down and glared at him. "Look who is standing up for a dirty Host boy," Aridam teased, "I always saw you as the "care for one's kind' kind of person." "I'm not," Roderick insisted, "I just don't want him to get tied up in your drama." Aridam crossed his arms, "whatever, I didn't even want to waste my power on him anyway." Roderick cleared his throat, getting Aridam's attention. He held up the paper he was writing on and Aridam took it, his eyes moving back and forth as he read the words. "See," he said to Aridam, "we have the prophecy. No more fighting." Aridam rolled his eyes, "this stupid thing? like I could ever trust that." he said as he threw the paper on the ground. Roderick ran over and quickly picked it up and stuffed it into his cloak. "I know I made up somethings in the past but I swear this one is real," Roderick pleaded, "just listen." Aridam turned away and Roderick thought he was going to leave. "Don't you want to see your people happy?" he pushed. "Stop." Aridam said, still looking at the door. "Don't you want everyone to not be wondering where their next meal is going to be?" "Please." "Don't you want to stop the death?" "Roderick-" "don't you want to keep your people from the same fate your family face?" Aridam whipped around angrily, "my kingdom is starving! dying! and you think I want to listen to your stupid prophecies!" he yelled, the mist in the room thickening. "Please. For the sake of both our kingdoms listen." Roderick coughed as the mist turned into a hard smoke like one from a bonfire. "What do know about my kingdom?!" He snapped back at Roderick. Roderick fell to the floor, barely able to breathe, "enough," he choked out, "to know that if we don't heed this we'll all die." Aridam stared at him for a few minutes and Roderick thought he was going to suffocate before the smoke in the room disappeared. "Fine." Aridam said, "but who do you think it could be?" Roderick slowly got to his feet and gripped the nearest wall. "I don't know, but I know it must have something to do with Thomas." "I thought we weren't supposed to bring him into this." Aridam said defensively. "No, we weren't supposed to bring him into your thing but we can with our thing." He corrected. "But the prophecy said a Dark Side, but Thomas isn't even a Side." Aridam questioned, "unless you wanted to take me up on that offer." he added hopefully. Roderick glared at him and Aridam threw his hands in the air, "I was joking, ok, just a joke." Roderick rolled his eyes, "I don't know, but the prophecy had him for a reason." he breathed out. Aridam walked over to the table and place his hands on it. "Are you sure?" He asked looking down at the table, "what if it was just a simple dream and we might be putting our's and our people's lives on false hope." Aridam looked up at Roderick and he noticed Aridam had a look that he hadn't see from him in a long time. Pain. "I thought you would be more up to this considering its about a Dark Side for once." Roderick pointed out. "Yes, but..." Aridam began but straightened up and looked over to him, "tell me what it looked like again." Roderick nodded and thought back to that time nights ago. "In the 'dream' I was standing in a room, it was bright and at the end of it stood a yin-yang symbol like always but this time yin glowed. Then the ground gave way and I hit my head. Then there stood a grown-up Thomas and he split into six, maybe seven, people and a guy in the middle glowed the same way, soon he was standing on a rock or something and defending all the Sides from power-hungry monsters." Aridam tapped his finger on the table, thinking. "Are you sure it was a Dark Side?" He asked. "Not really, considering the fact he was defending and not killing people." Roderick chuckled and Aridam gave a weak laugh, "what did he look like?" "Its a little fuzzy but he looked like Thomas and that's all I remember." He winced, it hurt him for some reason to think back to it. He looked back up at Aridam and saw he seemed to be conflicted. "Don't worry I'm fine, wouldn't have needed your help right this second." Roderick mumbled. "As if I'd ever help out a Core Side." Aridam hissed but it seemed empty as if he didn't mean it. Roderick straightened his cloak as Aridam sighed, "so I guess Thomas is like the Chosen One or something?" He theorized. "Maybe, all I can say is we need to make sure he stays safe and once the prophecy takes place he's going to need our help," Roderick answered, "he's going to need your help mostly." Aridam jumped back in surprise, "me?" He asked and Roderick nodded, "the prophecy is about a Dark Side." Aridam smiled but quickly turned it into an evil one, "sure I guess I could take care of a dirty Host boy." Roderick rolled his eyes and smiled. "Well since we're done here I'll go back to my kingdom awaiting the 'all-powerful Side'." Aridam turned and walked to the door. "Nice talk." Roderick said as he took the prophecy paper from his cloak and put it in a drawer. "It was, and make sure to give Fitzhugh my love." Aridam's voice sounded behind him and Roderick laughed, "I seriously don't understand why you can't just do that yourself." "You know me, too busy for stuff like that." Aridam's cunning smile made Roderick shiver. Even though he knew Aridam had a soft side (no matter how hard it was to see it) it till scared him when he thought about how powerful he was compared to all the other Sides, and how that power was being put into the ways of Dark Magic. "Fine, but you better do it yourself next time." He stammered as he watched Aridam start to walk out the door, but then stopped, "oh and by the way," he said and turned around, "congratulations." Aridam walked out the door and disappeared in a cloud of smoke, leaving Roderick staring. Staring down at something. Staring down at his unnaturally bulging stomach.

(and here I am again with another fanfic that will probably never go past the first page like always but after the last episode I kind of wanted to do this and you better at least think of something positive about this because this took me three days to write, proofread, rewrite, proofread, and work up the courage to publish it and I still think it's terrible, sooooooo have fun 😁)