I am not pretending this is good or even coherent, I just wanted to write Vaati reading Dark for filth and I made myself laugh so hard I almost spilled my tea.
Context: Vaati has been sealed in the Four Sword. Four is on the Linked Universe quest. Vaati has figured out how to possess Four, and none of them are at all aware of this since Four has odd mood swings anyway. Dark has just finished his “join the dark side, you already worked for us once before, once a traitor always a traitor” offer/blackmail, in full view of the rest of the Chain.
Let’s see how Vaati handles that.
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“Are you done.”
Four’s grip on the sword was loose, expression flat even as the rest of the Chain flicked glances between him and the shadow coiling under the branches of a tree at the edge of camp, all bloody eyes and inviting hand. Dark’s little offer had been… damning, to say the least. Wars at the very least would have strong opinions about working for the enemy, and Hyrule always twitched violently at the mention of Ganon.
The longer Dark’s hand remained open, waiting, the higher Four’s brow arched, until he finally planted a hand on his hip with a scoff. “What, did I ruin your little script? I asked if you’re done. Did you get your little spiel over, your soliloquy done, fully dig your claws into the cracks of my character, or do you need a minute?” He smiled thinly, and gave a little mocking bow. “I’m the generous sort, I’ll even let you try again.”
“Four,” someone warned, but he didn’t bother glancing back to see who. Dark was starting to frown.
Tilting his head, the villain lowered his hand slowly and gave Four another once-over, slow and thoughtful. “Did they know?”
“Of course not, they’re knights.” As if that explained everything, and maybe it did. Four gestured loosely with his sword at the rest of the Chain, slowly beginning to pace. “They live by codes, laws, pretty sociological lies that make this bloody business seem… charming. Noble.” His eyes lingered on the Hero of Legend for a long moment, before turning to level Dark with a critical look, ears flicking curiously. “You came for me assuming I feel shame, which was your first mistake. I have made choices, and I will continue to make choices. Your second mistake was failing to provide a reason for me to care what you want.”
Somewhere, someone that sounded a lot like Legend started discretely calling for bets. Hyrule flashed him a thirty.
“They will reject you,” Dark murmured, wind in the trees and a chill on the conscience. “You will outlive your welcome, if you haven’t already, and the Goddess will chain you to them by the shackles of prophecy. I am your out, your only out.”
Something in Four’s face twisted, a poorly muffled cough covering some kind of honest-to-god retching noise as he tilted his head and bent a little, like if he peered closely enough he could see what Dark’s problem was. “Out of the goodness of your heart, I’m sure.” He said it like infestation of maggots, drawn-out and sickening. “This little savior complex is very cute, but you still neglect the basic tenets of villainous seduction. Should I be insulted? Are you insulting me. We’ve run over hill and dale to take your head, and you have the nerve to half ass throwing a schism between me and my allies. Put some effort into it, you idiot man, do you want me or not?”
It was hard to get a proper read on Dark, but whatever he’d been expecting, apparently it wasn’t criticism. Before he could properly get his wind back, though, Four was already pacing again, agitated and restless.
“At least Ganon knew how to treat a man. Farore’s wings, Dark, wine and dine me if you have to. I was offered power, territory, women, armies. The heads of my enemies on a platter.” He whirled, pointed his sword at the shadow more like a lecturing tool than a weapon. “Do you offer me a single magical artifact? A handful of devoted imps? Some… marginally nicer boots? No, you offer me your friendship like some kind of pathetic amateur. I have eight of those with me right now, theoretically. You did not make me a better offer- you made me a worse one after complicating my current position, and expected me to be charitable.” He stepped closer, took an audible sniff, and immediately leaned back. “For someone who reeks of water you’re a disgrace to the name of Nayru.”
Dark actually took a step back, eyes widening, before narrowing to bloody slits. The shadows seethed at the edges of the clearing, and the man they’d been hunting through time and space drew himself up. “I’m very sorry you feel that way. All you had to do was say no, you realize.”
“And miss my chance to be educational?” Four smiled, all teeth, and went so far as to sheathe his sword in the face of Dark’s rising magic. “I thought you did your research, Dark Link. I’m a hero of courage now, don’t you know- I do so enjoy being helpful.”
The shadows swelled, something creaking in their depths like the shift of scales, of armor, of invasion, but Four whipped up a hand in a commanding halt and Dark once again froze, off-kilter. Four tsked, sighing, and watched him with something like pity.
“There is no recovering from this,” he said gently. “Not right now. Please stop wasting my time, before I have to demonstrate exactly what you wanted to ally yourself with. It would be… unfortunate.” A small, sympathetic little smile, while magic sparked between his fingers. “And costly. I do want to see you try again, you know?”
The villain actually took that moment to laugh, short and unamused. “Again? You had your chance, Vaati. You can crawl to me when you’re ready to make real changes to this world.”
“Mm, six out of ten. Better, but not by much.” A snap, and the crackle between his fingers swelled, blooming with filaments of light that danced like jagged cracks in the air, static rising on the backs of everyone’s necks. Four made a lazy sort of wave, fingers twisting, and the orb lightning tracked the motion like a loyal and affectionate dog. Four peered around it, open and curious, the light drowning out his expression.
Dark got a perfect view of golden eyes on bloody sclera, as innocent as a child. “Water is vulnerable to lightning, isn’t it?”
The shadows vanished.
The day brightened, the birdsong returned, and where Dark had been he simply wasn’t. The orb lightning fizzled out into sparks, and Four took the moment to laugh to himself, since he deserved it.
Dark may have complicated things, but it would all be fixed with a clever lie or two. Vaati was well and truly dead, after all- that had to be true, if no one knew of him but the tragic heroes of the Four Sword. Dark had simply miscalculated. Their little Vio could take the fall, as he’d been expecting to for months.
Vaati took a breath, cleared his expression, and turned back to his “allies” with the hero Link’s clear grey eyes. No one had to know.
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