Right, so character deaths and a little angsty. I don't own.

Stephanie was supposed to have been on the train to visit her parents, only she caught a bad cold. Instead, Milford and Bessie left Lazytown in the hands of Sportacus and the other kids' parents. Stingy's parents were never home, always on the go, and Trixie's mom had left her so it was just her dad who was always out of town doing tricks something of the nature of a con artist. Ziggy's parents had long ago left him in the care of Pixel's mom, and she is really the only other adult besides Sportacus and Robbie left to care for the kids.

Robbie had grumbled about getting woken up only to discover the two idiots of Lazytown were leaving and the pixie is still sick. He went back into his lair and started working on a new contraption. Pixel's mom, Cheryl, had already been the designated mom of Pixel and Ziggy, though Trixie and Stingy hardly listened to her about trivial things. Sportacus had been granted the fatherly duty of looking after sick Stephanie. The next day, there was a crash. Not just any crash, but a train crash. There were only about thirty passengers and five people were killed.

Lazytown took a huge hit. News spread to their town quick as able. No one wanted to be there. Among the five were Bessie and mayor Milford. Trixie's dad had come by to sweep her off to the big city with him, as Stingy's parents did the same. Stephanie had broken down upon hearing two more were Steven and Jaclyn Meanswell. Her parents. Sportacus had to care for her severely now, trying to enlist Robbie. The fifth and final death had been identified as Robin Rotten.

Robbie's world shattered, now that his sister was gone. She had been coming up for a surprise visit. and now she's gone. Robbie has become silent. His eyes had become distant as he sat on the hill under the apple tree. Sportacus had found him a few days after the incident, eating from a basket of oranges. His teeth easily cut through the peels and he slowly drank the juice inside.

"You're eating sportscandy." Sportacus had tried for excitement.

Robbie didn't look up and just kept eating the fruit monotonously. Sportacus sighs, bouncing on the balls on his feet and feeling anxious.

"I need to write up papers for adoption."

"you're not fit to be a parent." Robbie answers in the same monotonous tone.

Sportacus stills with mild frustration. "why would you say that?" He grabs hold of the back of Robbie's shirt.

Instead of answering, Robbie begins to spasm uncontrollably. Sportacus's anxiety flees from his body while new worry fills his person. He has no idea what to do but carries him into his lair. He sits Robbie into his favorite orange chair and grabs a bottle of strange-
looking water from his refrigerator. He lifts Robbie's now-limp head and forces some water down his throat. Robbie chokes it down after a minute or so, blearily opening his eyes. His groggy eyes turn stone cold in an instant.

"What the hell, Sportadolt?"

"What?" He asks very innocently, bringing the bottle to his own lips.

Robbie snatches it from the man. "Flavored water, idiot."

"Uh." Sportacus stands there confused.

"Why the hell are you here?"

"I. you were eating sportscandy and. then you started. it scared me."

"Why are you in my lair?"

Sportacus glances around, trying to think of a reason why he brought Robbie here. His mind gets distracted when he notices something very different. Most of Robbie's inventions are either destroyed or completely gone. There are broken and empty bottles of alcohol on the floor and the kitchen is practically bare, with only flavored water and oranges. There is dried blood on the table and a few knives protruding from the wall. Sportacus shudders.

"I thought it was. safe."

"Safe." Robbie scoffs. "I don't need safe. I need a way out."

"And sportscandy. that's your way out?" Sportacus asks, not understanding.

"Oranges." Robbie grumbles. "I'm allergic."

Sportacus gasps then, wrenching one from Robbie's grasp. "Why are you eating something you're allergic to?"

"It's a way out." He shrugs. "Cutting my wrists wasn't working."

"Cutting. your." Sportacus stammers.

Without realizing it, he had grabbed Robbie's arm, pushing up the sleeve to reveal deep cuts up and down. Sportacus looks horrified while Robbie has a look of indifference on his face. He picks up another orange but heaves this one into the wall. Upon contact, it rushes to the core, making half an orange stick to the wall.

"Why would you."

"You wouldn't understand." Robbie shakes his head. "I'll give you merit, though."

"Huh?"

"I don't appreciate you bringing me down here. Let's go."

"Go?" These mood swings of Robbie's is almost enough to tear Sportacus apart.

"We need to sign some papers."

I'm just in this Lazytown kick. Robbie's depressed and Sportacus needs to make it better. Read and Review!