Robbie could see that even then he held a high distaste for local heroes. He hadn't come from Gotham after all!
"C-can I help you...?" Robert asked softly, shyly.
The man, whom Robbie noticed was taller than Sportacus, smiled down at the young boy, that same twinkle in his eyes, that Sportacus's had. "Hello! My name is Íþróttaálfurinn! I'm number nine!" he said pointing to his belt buckle "I am the local hero!" he said laughing.
Robert narrowed his eyes slightly "...I can't say your name. I'll call you nine. Or..." he looked at the man carefully. "Elf." He said smiling softly.
Íþróttaálfurinn leaned down to Robert and smiled at him, "And what is your name young man?" he asked softly.
"You bastard." Robbie hissed, wishing more than anything that nine could hear him, wishing that he could strike him. And then Íþróttaálfurinn looked up to where he stood, a smile crossed his lips and he stood up, Robbie froze, his heart pounding in his chest, he felt like he should run, how could Íþróttaálfurinn see him? Was it his elf magic?
"Hello!" Íþróttaálfurinn said excitedly.
"Hello." Robbie heard a soft voice come from behind him, and then he saw her walk through him, giving a cry of protest e put his hand on his chest.
"I'm Marie, and this is my son, his name is Robert. Do you live next door?" Robbie's mother asked softly, smiling sweetly at the man standing before her.
Íþróttaálfurinn laughed softly, at his laugh Robbie nearly melted, it sounded like what he imagined a quite perverted Sportacus (a fantasy Sportacus of his) to sound like. "No, I live above you." Íþróttaálfurinn said smiling wider and nodding slightly. "I'm the local hero." he said putting his hands on his hips, just the way Sportacus did.
Robert still didn't seem to trust him, so he let his mother talk to him, while he went into the front yard to his mother went in Íþróttaálfurinn came over to him, the man didn't seem to be able to stand still, and this annoyed Robert to a great extent.
Robbie laughed loudly and deeply, holding his hands on his stomach as he did so, he noticed that none of the kids seemed to want to play with Íþróttaálfurinn. Once again Íþróttaálfurinn looked in his direction and smiled softly, before turning his attention back to Robert.
"Would you like to play with me, Robert?" Íþróttaálfurinn asked softly, squatting down to the small boy, and smiling softly at him.
Robert scratched his cheek with his index finger before pointing across from him, Íþróttaálfurinn looked toward where he was pointing, and seeing the other kids he grinned.
"You would like us all to play together Robert?" he asked , looking back toward Robert.
Robert shook his head "No. I just want you to go over there. I don't want to play with you." He said turning away, so that his back was toward Íþróttaálfurinn. Íþróttaálfurinn's face fell, but he quickly seemed cheerful again, and he laughed.
"Why Robert?" he asked softly, putting his hand on the young boy's back, and rubbing it slightly.
Robbie winced when Robert started to scream, Íþróttaálfurinn, whom was startled by this flinched and fell backward, landing on his butt.
Robbie's eyes widened slightly as he watched Robert.
"No!No!" he screamed covering his ears and rocking back and forth, tears were evident running down his cheeks. The front door slammed open and Robbie's mother ran out, and ran toward her son.
"Don't touch me!" Robert screamed, as he shook his head. In the commotion Robbie noticed that Íþróttaálfurinn's crystal wasn't beeping, that either meant that he had been faking the tantrum for attention, or to get away from Íþróttaálfurinn. Or maybe, he pondered it was because he wouldn't be friends with Íþróttaálfurinn. But he wasn't friends with Sportacus either...
But he was...
Robbie's mother scooped Robert up and ran into the house. His father stood on the step shaking his head. "I'm sorry about that Ip...Ipro...Uh, what was your name again?" he asked walking over to the other man, whom had since stood up, and wrapping his arm around his shoulders, began to lead him down the empty street.
"My name is Íþróttaálfurinn. But you can call me nine, if you wish." Íþróttaálfurinn said smiling weakly at Robbie's father.
"My name's Karl." Robbie's father said shaking hands with Íþróttaálfurinn.
"Forgive my asking, but why did your son react that way?" Íþróttaálfurinn asked quietly.
"Oh." Karl said glancing around before stepping closer. "I guess that as the local law enforcement you should know this... Robert was..." Karl sighed. "Before we left our town, Robert was abducted." Karl said hanging his head.
"I'm so sorry!" Íþróttaálfurinn said clamping a hand down on Karl's shoulder.
"I was at the store with him, because his mother had to go to be at her mothers that evening, and I told him that he couldn't get any candy, and I turned into the check out, and the next thing I knew he wasn't with me any more. It took the police four days to find him. I hadn't slept at all." Karl said looking down at the ground, and Robbie could tell, that his father meant what he was saying.
"I...I'm so sorry." Íþróttaálfurinn said softly, blinking he looked back up at Karl. "Was... Was he abused?" he whispered softly.
Karl gave a stiff nod, "I'm afraid so..." he muttered.
"What?!" Robbie screamed, feeling sick all of the sudden. He was sure Íþróttaálfurinn's eyes had flickered toward him, but he ignored it, suddenly Robbie felt as if this was a bad idea.
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A/N; *Gasp* It's number nine! (Appearance and name from the original Lazytown, AKA, I just used Sportacus's name, and old appearance.) Oh Robbie's secret past in this fic is a little sad, and that's too bad, I really didn't plan it this way, it kinda just worked out that way.
Love the line at the beginning.
In case anyone is wondering why I'm finished this so fast, I have an idea for another fanfiction, the new one will be really dark~! (It'll also be Spobie*.)
(*Spobie= Sportacus/Robbie.)
Ciao~ Enjoy the chapter.
