A/N: Hello all ^-^ I'm way too cheerful for seven a.m.

Anyway, Robert's turn :3

Dedication: ... Who likes Robert most? Whoever you are, this is dedicated to you. Just don't fight over it lol.

Warnings: OOCness, randomness, nicknames? Is that a warning? *shrug*

Disclaimer: It would be uncouth to say I owned this :P Still no Beyblade for me xD

Robert sat, eyes closed, with arms crossed. His teammates were being quite uncouth today and it irritated him. If it weren't for his supreme intellect and patience, he would've surely snapped by now.

What were they doing one might ask. Well, they were irritating him to no end with something that went against his etiquette and lifestyle.

Nicknames. What preposterous things they were. Why call somebody by anything other than their given name? It makes no sense. It's another name to memorize. In fact, it'd be twice as much work if everyone has one.

Oh yes. Robert's time could be better spent conquering fragile souls at chess but nope.

"You are not going to call me Bobbykins. It's uncouth. I'm Robert. Robert." It's possible these people were just not right in the head, or just slow learners.

"But Bo-Robert!" Enrique replied flabbergasted. "Why not?"

"Yeah, why not... Bobby?"

"Lay off you guys. Maybe he just doesn't like those nicknames. How about... Robby?" Oliver said.

"No, nicknames are a waste of time. I'm going to play some chess. Talk to me when you're ready to accept this." Robert walked off.

"Well, that went well. Now what?" Oliver asked his friends.

"Hm, I still think he could use some lightening up. We just haven't said the right nickname yet..." Enrique grinned.

"I just wanna annoy him." Johnny shrugged.

They, save Johnny, sighed. They went to thinking really hard.

"You know what I just noticed?"

"What Johnny?"

"Well Enri, he said he was gonna play chess. Yet, he left by himself. Let's go ask Bob if he wants some real competition."

"What'd you say?" Oliver inquired.

"Which part? Him playing chess by himself?"

"No." Idiot is his new nickname... yes it fits.

"Ok. The asking Bob if he wants real competition?"

"Yes." Idiot.

"What's so shocking about that? I'm more than enough competition for him."

Oliver face-palmed.

Enrique said, "That's a pretty good nickname... Bob. It suits him, don't you think?"

"Oh yeah! Ain't I a genius?"

"Come on, Johnny, let's go ask him what he thinks."

They were surprised by the sight when they reached Robert's chess room.

(Robert POV)

I had just left them to come to my sanctuary known as chess. Mere words couldn't express my joy with this place.

I've heard that chess makes me change a bit. Perhaps that's correct. I am dancing around in royal clothing and a crown fit for a king.

When I first wore it and looked in the mirror, I saw that it was an appealing choice on me.

Anyway, enough dancing around. Time to play chess... alone? No. Not alone. With this adorable little critter that Tyson calls "Pookie". Such a strange name for a stuffed little bear, but it's Tyson for you.

The champ left Pookie behind one time on accident and it's been in the chess room since.

He makes a pretty good opponent. Better than Johnny in fact.

The three losers walked in while he was shaking the paw of Pookie congratulating him on his performance.

"What?" he said, as if this was normal.

"Uh, nothing, um, uh, Bob."

"Bob? How dare you call me Bob! I'm the Chess King."

Oliver and Enrique bowed before his awesomeness, and Johnny fled the room, afraid of the Chess King.

A/N: I love cameos xD Hope you liked it! Lol.

I'm off to work now but please cheer me up with something to read later xD

Peace and love!

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