(A/N: My first Lazytown fic! I'm going to also try to make this my first fluff fic, too. WIsh me luck with that. Please review and like if you enjoy. Updates (hopefully) coming soon!)
"Robb-ieee?" Sportacus's sing-songy voice echoed throughout the villain's lair, followed by the harsh rapping of his knuckles against the metal pipe that served as the entrance.
Robbie sluggishly stirred, having been asleep before that stupid sports elf had woken him up. Irritably, he yelled back, "Whaa-aat?", mocking Sportacus's perky, singy voice. "I'm sleeping!"
A chuckle rang out. "It's the middle of the day, silly! And you can't be talking if you're asleep!"
Robbie groaned and made a mental note to improve the soundproofing in his home. "I'm, uh, sleeptalking," he replied hastily. "Go away!"
Silence followed, and after a few moments, the creaking of the lair's entrance opening. Out slid Sportacus in his usual energetic manner. He landed right next to the furry orange chair, where Robbie happened to be sprawled out in.
"I haven't seen you around recently, Robbie! Have you even left your lair in the past week?" Sportacus looked down on the town villain with a bit of worry.
"I'm fine, Sportaflop. Leave me alone," Robbie retorted and rolled over so he faced the arm of the chair.
"I think I know what you need," Sportacus grabbed Robbie by the hand and dragged him out of his chair. "Let's go play outside! It always makes me feel better."
Robbie sighed noisily with frustration. He wasn't feeling well enough for this. He hadn't remembered to eat in the past couple of days and had only gotten a drink when he woke up in the middle of the night and his mouth felt like it was coated in sand. He needed to take better care of himself, he knew, but he just couldn't find the motivation-
"Come on! I think the children were out playing soccer the last time I saw them. If we're lucky, we might be able to join!" Sportacus was practically bouncing up and down with anticipation.
"I'm begging you, please let me stay here. I don't want to play," Robbie whined.
But Sportacus was much stronger than Robbie, and soon they both were out on the soccer field. Robbie figured if he at least tried to play along, Sportakook would let him slink back to his lair sooner for a well-deserved nap.
After just a few minutes of running around, Robbie was already out of breath and struggling to keep up with the children. A wave of dizziness overcame him, and he staggered to the side to lean against a nearby tree. Just then, Sportacus's crystal started to glow, and Robbie could vaguely see him yelling something through now-spinning vision, but he couldn't make out the words. Everything just sounded like white noise. Robbie felt his long legs collapse underneath him, and the darkness threatening the corners of his eyes submerged him completely.