Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lazytown or Magnus Scheving.
A/N: Sportarobyn- I joined the rpg. This should be fun. 18Lzytwnr- Hahaha..There's no story without some hunky icelandic action.
Listening to neo-classical gothic music helps me write angst better.
Seven
The wooden crate floated, Stephanie watched it. Sadly, she started to sing There is Always A Way. This almost made her feel better, but not quite. Water rose to her knees, making her legs feel very chilly. The water poured even faster than before, as if she were near a river or lake.
"What can I do?" Steph looked around the room and noticed the roof was not a roof, but a way out.."I must be in a storm shelter of some sort.."
Thinking about it, Steph couldn't figure it out.. The chamber could be near a pond..There were a few ponds in the Lazytown Forest, but none Stephanie could recall having a fall out shelter near it. Of course, she had never really been in the forest. Robbie had exited through the door though, and locked it, so how could she be underground?
Reaching for the wooden crate was harder than it seemed. Stephanie was sure to get it smoehow..She had to, for it was the only way out. The water was now waist-deep and very uncomfortable. The storm was still going on, bringing roars of thunder and strikes of lightning brighter than the sunniest day. Sighing, Stephanie felt scared.. Her handsome hero had forgotten about her.
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If Stephanie was drowning somewhere, then she must be near water, right? That's obvious, Sportacus was dissapointed in himself today. A burning fire of angst grew in his mind, eating away at his thoughts. It was very hard to think straight. Sportacus' mind rested on Stephanie. Was she alright? Was she hoping for him to help? Was she trying to escape any trouble? Was she alive?
Fog slithered from the sky, making it harder to see. Robbie must have known the what the weather would bring. Why else would he pick today to hide Stephanie? Stopping these crazy questions, Sportacus spotted a pond nearby, covered in foggy mist. The sky became darker as the storm worsened.
Darting to the pond, Sportacus saw nothing out of the ordinary. He searched for a clue, even listened to the wind whistling, hoping to hear a hint of Stephanie's sweet voice. Not caring about keeping clean, Sportacus knelt on the ground and searched it. He could see better now that he was out of the fog. Grass was soaked and bent, for they gave up fighting the storm. Sportacus didn't want to be a blade of grass.. So he got up and began searching again.
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Rain never stopped Robbie Rotten. He was fully aware that his plan fell on a stormy day. At least it would be harder to find Stephanie in this weather.
"Now for part three.." Robbie told himself as he made sure the door was still locked. He was, indeed, in an underground room. The chamber Stephanie was in was very close by.
Robbie had constructed a little passage between the underground room he stayed in and Stephanie's 'Drowning' room. He had a way inside his room from a pond. A few feet into the pond stood, against the dirt wall, a metal door which kept all water out. This was his way in. Now, Stephanie's room had a brick wall, which Robbie had cracked in order to start the flow of water. On top of the room was a trap door, locked with a simple key lock. Robbie had made a game out of Stephanie's safety by placing a key to her shakles on a crate. If she unlocked the shakles, she would find a tiny key on the inside for the trap door. The only way the door would open from the inside is if Stephanie pushed the small key outside through the crack in the roof. Sportacus should then unlock the door...But lucky for Robbie it would be too late by then.
With a flick of a switch, Robbie turned the room's light on and looked around as if he had never been in there before. Now laughing demonically, Robbie pulled a lever and twisted a knob. Part three to encourage his plan.
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The crate moved forward a little as water reached Stephanie's stomach. She reached out for it, barely touching the wood. Hearing a click, Stephanie glanced around in a panic. Feeling her feet moving, Steph looked at the shakles. As they were attached to the wall, something was pulling her back.
"No!" She reached with all her might and grabbed the wooden crate.
In a second, she yanked it back with her, making the key drop into the crate itself. Now very agitated, she lifted the crate using every ounce of strength she had and slammed the crate against the wall. Wood shattered as the shakles were pulled as close to the wall as they could be. Stephanie dunked headfirst into the water with her eyes open, searching the debri for the key.
Her hand reached around, finding nothing as the roof and wall leaked of more water. Stephanie came up for air, realizing the water level was now at her chest. Was it just her, or did the crack in the wall get bigger?
"I can do this..." She assured herself, finding it was the only comfort she had.
Diving back into the water, Stephanie saw a shining something under a plank of wood. She reached down and finally found the key. However, she couldn't stay under long enough to find the keyhole. So, she went up for air and gasped. The crack in the wall had gotten bigger, and it sprayed water into the chamber endlessly. Where was Sportacus?
Trying so hard not to panic, Stephanie went back under water and searched the shakles for a keyhole. Sure enough, she found that there was one on the back of each foot. Her concentration wandered from left to right, making it hard to put the kay in its place. She turned the key in her left foot's shakle, finally freeing it. Putting the key in the right foot's shakle, she finally undid the other shakle. Her feet were liberated!
Swimming up to surface, the water level was at least a few inches above her head. Stephanie glared at the trap door five feet above her and sighed. How was she going to get there without waiting for the water to rise more?
There was no way except to wait..
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A nearby pond, for Lazytown Forest had at least three, was looking mighty shallow. Sportacus ran over to it, but couldn't see because of the fog. He got on his knees, but still couldn't see. The pond wasn't very clean. Sportacus figure this must be where Stephanie is, for she was nowhere else. A patch of oddly colored grass stood out from the rest. It was pea green, but appeared to be fake. Sportacus approached and observed it. Sure as rain was wet, the grass was fake.
Ripping the grass out of its place, Sportacus uncovered a large area of thin, grey pebbles. Handful by handful, he threw them elsewhere. Something was surely under them, or his name wasn't Sportacus.
"Stephanie, hang on..." He quietly said to himself, internally praying that she was still alive.
