This fanfiction is dedicated to my dear friend Grace, who will draw the cover! Lazy Town and all its characters do not belong to me.
As he sat on his fluffy orange chair, Robby Rotten wondered what life would've been like if he had never met Sportiflop. He would've probably continued to live in the laziest town ever, without a single care in the world. The children would be staying inside on a lovely day, leaving Robby to laze around in peace. Not much would've changed, if that brat hadn't come to stay with her uncle. In a small way, he had to thank her for bringing Sportiflop into his life.
In a much larger way, he didn't like her. She was one of the big reasons why everyone in the town was more active. Of course she alone wouldn't have been able to stand up to his genius, but she annoyed him anyway. Another reason he didn't like her was well... he was a teensy weensy itty bitty little tiny bit jealous. Extremely jealous. Of the fact she always had Sportiflop's attention. Whether it was platonic or not(Robby knew it was), he was still coveted the fact she held most if not all of his attention.
Ever since Sportiflop saved his life by keeping him from falling out of a tree, Robby a Rotten had a grudging respect for Sportiflop. Even though he had declined Sportiflop's offer of friendship then, Robby wished he would've said yes. It started off simply enough. Whenever Robby Rotten would be around the hero, he felt a little lighter. After a month of this feeling, Robby finally identified it. He had a crush on the Slightly Above Average Hero. It escalated to the point where Robby could barely talk to the man without melting into a pile of Robby goo.
He couldn't like Sportiflop though, he had to hate him. But he didn't, Robby was in love with the man. Robby Rotten was a bad guy. Sportiflop was a good guy. That's all there was to it. They couldn't possible be together, and he shouldn't long for it. But... Robby couldn't help but want to be swept up in Sportiflop's strong arms. The villain sighed dreamily and smiled.
He imagined them dancing in a ball room, himself tripping with Sportiflop catching him at the last moment. He saw them leaning closer together, Sportiflip's breath smelling like apples. The dashing hero was inches away, he could almost taste his lips. He leaned in ready to finally kiss Sp-CRASH! A loud commotion came from outside interuppting Robby from his daydream.
Fuming angrily, Robby stalked over to his periscope only to see her. Stephanie Meanswell. Of course it was her to interrupt his thoughts. She was always so loud and annoying. Meanswell! More like Meansbad! Robby Rotten thought crossly, forgetting about his own last name. He turned the periscope only to have a great view of Sportiflop's backside. Robby blanked out on what he was so mad about. He watched as Sportacus moved before quickly turned his machine back to everyone else, blushing heavily.
It seemed that they were discussing sports. Typical. Robby found he could only smile fondly. He could always go out and talk to his crush, but... Robby was a coward and by no means any hero. Besides, he wasn't supposed to like the man at all! He turned to his orange chair and plopped down on in, unsure of what scheme to try to trick Sportiflop today. Perhaps... try to take a relax day? Robby left his lair, his plot already in motion.
Sportiflop was doing backflips in front of a cheering crowd of children. "Sportacus!" Robby crowed, "Why don't you take a rest day? It's bad for you to be constantly moving." Sportiflop only laughed, although not unkindly. "I rest during the night! That's all I need." Sportiflop's Icelandic accent sent shivers down Robby's spine. He noted that, unsurprisingly, the children were all gawking at him. An uncomfortable silence reigned for what felt like years. Stephanie cleared her throats and rushed at him with a smile.
"Come on Robby! Let's play soccer!" She shouted excitedly, making the villain cringe. The pink girl wrapped her arms around Robby's legs, making him very uncomfortable. He pushed her away, and backed up. He didn't have a real plan, it had been a half baked one to begin with; why did he come? He desperately came up with more half finished ideas, trying to find a way out. He looked up and saw Sportiflop's eyes burn into his. The villain was unable to look away, feeling a tightness in his stomach. They maintained eye contact until Stephanie lunged herself at the Number Ten.
"Come on Sportacus, Ziggy is waiting for you to play soccer with us!" The girl whined, pulling at the hero's hand. Robby turned away, cheeks burning. "You should be lazying about inside like a good little girl." Robby grumbled. "No, you should be outside playing! It's a lovely day." Stephanie rebutted, smiling irratingly bright. Robby turned to argue more, but caught Sportiflop staring an area a little lower than his back. They stared at each other, neither of them moving for a long time. He was even ignoring the children. Quickly the kids grew board and raced to the soccer field. The sound of the Soightly Above Average Hero's crystal going off interuppted their staring. The hero blushed lightly before darting away.
The villain stared after the hero, startled and nicely surprised. Maybe there's some hope for me after all. He grinned widely, staring after the retreating backs of the Sportiflop, probably to save Stephanie, and a few of the other children. Despite the fact it was Stephanie, he merrily skipped to his lair, in a good mood for the first time in a while.