A/N - My first GF fic. Let's get this (Sinedd filled) show on the road.
"If you keep putting on a one-man show-"
SMASH!
A large crack appeared in the glass of the photo frame.
"I don't care how much pain you're in Sinedd, you have to win!"
SMASH!
A trickle of blood dripped down the Shadow star striker's fist.
"And that's not the only old friend the Snow Kids will face, with the Shadow's newest recruit being none other than Sinedd!"
SMASH!
Sinedd was content. That picture was destroyed. That bastard traitor Aarch and that bastard traitor Artegor were dead to him, just like the frame's glass. They were both the same to him. Idiots trying to live their dreams of grandeur through stupid youths too star struck and blinded by their own dreams to notice exactly how easily they were strung along.
Sinedd didn't want to admit he was one of those stupid youths before he caught a glimpse of the strings.
Aarch was the more obvious puppeteer, his illusion had been easy to see through. When Sinedd was put on the bench, he saw Aarch conducting the show, as though the Snow Kids were marionettes
and Aarch was the manic master of this show. No matter how skilful, amazing and beautiful the show itself was, every puppet's strings were controlled by Aarch.
Sinedd cut his strings, figured not every team had a master puppeteer as a coach, which is probably how he found himself at the feet of Artegor Nexus. Sinedd was far too consumed in this masquerade to see how easily strings had been replaced with new, smog filled ones.
Watching his home planet fade away into the distance on the trip to the Shadow Archipelago, he saw these new strings as Artegor explained the smog and how it might kill him but he had to get it anyway. Artegor was clearly a far more deadly puppeteer than Aarch could ever hope to be.
Sinedd finally understood why these coaches manage to attach strings so easily. Sinedd craved affection, he didn't realise he was not loved. He was merely a tool, for them to use to their advantage. No-one else sees the manipulative puppeteers there, pulling their strings. Sinedd does now. He sees what they're exploiting, what they're doing, why they're doing it.
No-one else sees the puppeteers, but the puppeteers will see what Sinedd has noticed, cut the strings and leave that pretty puppet on the floor. Sinedd knows that, so Sinedd lets them think he's still their dumb, naive puppet, just like when they first attached their deadly strings.
That's why Sinedd throws the smashed photo into the fire. Burning their lies.
Sinedd knows wooden puppets will be burnt by the fierce flames, but what of puppeteers?
Sinedd would soon be the one pulling the strings, whilst under this stupid facade.
I don't even know where this came from. I think Sinedd is smart enough to spot how manipulative Aarch and Artegor actually are, even if the other players aren't.
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