Amethyst Ice
Ch.1- Overlooked
Author Notes: This fic is meant to bring out one of many minor characters of the show into the light. Not much might be known about them, but they're still part of it, and they deserve a fanfic about them too. So get out there and write something!
Lavenderpaw: No, I'm not really obsessed with Sanderson...I just can't stand the fact that nobody really notices him, so I decided to do something about it!
Sanderson: FOP doesn't belong to Obiotaku16, so if you sue... (Sinister voice) ...I'll come after you with a knife... (Goes back to normal) Whoa, what was that? Oo;;;
Uh...okay...back to the story!
They say to always watch out for the quiet over looked ones...
"…And in other news…the fairy royal family opens a new health clinic to benefit those…" Wanda turned down the TV and sighed. For some reason, things have gotten more depressing in her life. Mostly because she felt that their relationship was falling apart day-by-day, and the love between them was fading away. Of course, Como was too preoccupied with playful things that he never noticed how much he was hurting both of them.
Flirting with other women in front of her…calling her rude names…and even ignoring her whenever he felt like it. Surely he still loved her, right? She looked to her left side, where Cosmo was sleeping in his bed next to hers. They had grown so far apart that even they weren't sleeping together anymore…no goodnight kisses…hugs…or any of that sort. Just…complete and utter loneliness in the pits of their souls, so much that Cosmo was never the sort to explain how he felt about Wanda unless he was forced to…and when he did, he was shy and eloquent in doing so.
"He doesn't love me anymore…" She whispered to herself, feeling a tear run down her cheek. She sobbed quietly, wondering what happened during all these years. Perhaps getting a divorce was the best way to get rid of all the pain and suffering…they'd probably be happier that way. But what about Timmy? How would he deal with their separation?
"…This just in, Breaking News…the Head Pixie was found dead last night…no reports of anyone trespassing into the building, with the police befuddled with the whole incident. An autopsy is scheduled for tomorrow to investigate the cause of his death…the bodywas mutilated, but there was no murder weapon found anywhere. In the meantime, Edward Sanderson…nephew of the late Head Pixie and prince of Pixies Inc. will now be inheriting his birthright, considering that he is the only heir left after his parents and twin brother mysteriously disappeared years ago…we now go to the scene of the crime…" Wanda put a hand to her mouth in horror as she heard solemn words spoken by Sanderson. A few people were standing around behind him, shocked just as much as everyone else.
"Yes…he was like a father to me…he raised me after my parents disappeared, and I would never forget him…I love him as much as any nephew would. And starting tomorrow, I'll be running Pixies Inc. by myself…he'd want that." He said quietly.
"…Will you be attempting to walk in his footprints?" A reporter asked him.
"No…I'll walk my own path…I've been overlooked my whole life…I want to make something of myself now." Sanderson said.
"I want to be a stronger leader for my people…and help them when times are needed…I am the last after all…" he said.
"A funeral will be held for the Head Pixie…many are stunned and shocked that such a thing happened, and he will be very much missed to those who known him all his life. A coronation ceremony will follow afterwards, crowning Sanderson as the new Head Pixie…" The news program then ended, and Wanda was still shocked as the credits came on.
"Who…who would kill the poor Head Pixie?" She whispered to herself.
Meanwhile, in front of Wishfixers…
"…Gullible fools." He said under his breath as he walked into the building and avoiding the media that passed him by.
"Did they actually believe my little sob story?" A cold smile brushed across his lips as he strolled across the marble halls towards the Head Pixie's office…now officially his. Sanderson honed in on the doors and slammed them open like a returning conqueror.
"They're stupider than I thought. I feel so sorry for all of them." He sneered as he eyed his new throne room. It was very bland, very boring as far as pixies decorate, but Sanderson had plans for renovating the office to suit his own taste. He was a very fashionable pixie when it came to material needs. As he sat in the leather chair by the ebony oak desk and looked at the Head Pixie's picture, he remembered what happened two nights ago…
"…What?" H.P. asked.
"...You heard me, uncle…you're fired…" Sanderson said as he leaned casually against the oak desk in the Head Pixie's office..
"…You can't fire me. I'm the Head Pixie!" He protested.
"And I'm the prince…the rightful heir to this empire. I had chosen not to reveal it until I felt it was right." Sanderson said, playing with a small stress ball in his hand,
"I had bided my time as your henchman and evil assistant, so I let you take over for a while and I became the good little boy…but I knew that eventually I would want more…power…" Sanderson crooned, tossing the ball over his shoulder and standing properly.
"…And what better way to have power… than to take it from you?" he purred..
"…What makes you think I'll give it to you when you're acting like this?" H.P. asked. Sanderson chuckled coldly, sending a shiver down the Head Pixie's spine. And that was a first.
"…I never said, 'give me power,' I said I'd take it!" He yelled, shoving the old pixie into a bookshelf and knocking down several books.
"Sanderson, control yourself!" The Head Pixie snapped. "You know that you have a condition!"
"STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!" Sanderson roared as his eyes suddenly turned crimson red and an aura of darkness surrounded him. The Head Pixie shielded his eyes as the aura grew stronger, creating a small whirlwind of papers, books, and other tidbits.
"Stop! This is not like you!" H.P. yelled over the wind.
"I never wanted to be me in the first place! All I wanted was to be loved!" Sanderson screamed as his aura grew stronger. Suddenly, everything went bright, and then faded. H.P. unshielded his eyes and saw that Sanderson was standing in the middle of a messy room, the look on his face absolutely primal.
"And did you give it to me? NO!" H.P. didn't know what to say. He was a business executive…and he wasn't meant to show feelings…
"I wanted to…" he started.
"But you didn't…" Sanderson said flatly.
"Look, you're making too big of a deal about this…" Sanderson lifted up a hand and a shadow-like thing slid across the floor quietly, heading toward the Head Pixie. He then closed his hand into a fist, and the shadow wrapped around his neck, slowly choking the life out of him as he slammed him against the wall.
"Well then…if you can't deal with it, then die like the old man you are!" Sanderson snarled, tightening the shadow's grip around the Head Pixie's neck. He then lifted his hand, and brutally slammed him through all the plate glass windows. H.P. tried his best to get free, but the ghostly hand around his neck seemed to be a shackle, and had no choice but to endure the pain. With each word he spoke, he grew more violent.
"EVERY SINGLE DAY I PUT WITH YOU AS YOUR LITTLE ERRAND BOY! AND THEN WHEN I'M EVERYTHING YOU WANTED ME TO BE NOW, YOU SHOVE IT BACK IN…MY…FACE! WELL I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE FUCK WITH ME!" Sanderson screamed, making H.P. fly up and down so that he hit the ceiling and the floor, like a crude bouncing ball. The young pixie kept cackling as blood flew everywhere, staining the floor, walls…him…everything…
After he had his fun, Sanderson dumped the mutilated body in the main hall of the building before he went back into the office and cleaned the hard wood floor, making sure that there was no speck of blood anywhere. He then got rid of the bloody evidence by throwing it into the furnace in the basement. He made sure everything was still in place before he pinged home for the night.
"As I said…no one fucks…with me." Now all he had to do was sit back…and watch the fireworks…
An evil grin slid onto the dark prince's face as he threw the picture on the ground, shattering the glass into pieces. He then got up and started shoving everything off the bookshelves, and anything else that reminded him of a former life he once had but never enjoyed it. He destroyed everything in the office until he felt that he was satisfied with his work. His old mentor was gone…his old life was gone…and now he had a chance to be the sociopath that he had hidden away for so many years…under the exterior of a boring personality.
"All is going according to plan…"