CHAPTER FOUR

"Oh Sportakoo-uh-cus." Robbie in Stephanie's body cried. His fingers were ridiculously bandaged. When Sportacus turned to 'Stephanie,' Robbie in her body ran and jumped into Sportacus' arms. The real Stephanie looked in pain, but all anyone would see was Robbie."Stephanie," Sportacus said. "Are you okay"
"No... I'm hurt," 'Stephanie' said rudely. The real Stephanie hated seeing herself talk to Sportacus that way. Sportacus seemed a bit worried, but he took it like a sport.
"Let's get you home"
"You should go home," the fake Stephanie said to Sportacus. "I want you to leave-"
"...To leave us alone!" The real Stephanie said. She, in Robbie's tall body got in front of her imposter and Sportacus. Sportacus looked totally confused.
"I'm plotting and she's supposed to be home sleeping off her fingers. You're going to get her all excited, Sportakook!" Somehow, to Stephanie, the physical feeling of hearing Robbie insult Sportacus, thought it felt wrong in her heart because she was really doing it. She tried as hard as she could to be like Robbie, though she knew she'd have to tell Sportacus what was going on soon.
Robbie in Stephanie's body was speechless and Sportacus laughed.
"Okay, Robbie," Sportacus said, as though he were trying to humor his tall nemesis. Sportacus waved bye to 'Stephanie,' but she stuck her tongue out. 'Robbie' turned sharply and made the meanest face. When Sportacus was gone, the real Stephanie yelled at her own body.
"WE'RE GOING HOME, ROBBIE!" she shouted. "You are going to fix this"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"I don't have to. If you make me mad, I'll tell Sportacus on you."
The argument stopped, and there was a long pause of silence where they seemed to look at their own eyes with disgust and anger for they knew the real enemy was within them.
"There's always a way," Stephanie in Robbie's body said. She stomped towards her uncle's house and paused. She turned back around and looked at Robbie in her body. The dilemas wouldn't stop... "I can't go home," she told Robbie. The real Robbie shrugged with an evil smile.
"Too bad." With Stephanie's fit body, Robbie skipped to Stephanie's house and slammed the door. It was evening, and Stephanie had to go to somewhere to sleep. She walked, slouched over, back into Robbie's lair. She lifted the hatch, grunting as the weight was too much. Just like Robbie, she just jumped in and slid down the pipes and landed in the bright orange couch.
"Ow."
Robbie's place had nothing Stephanie could work with. The couch was his bed, but Stephanie couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep in it. The only food he had was chips and cake. All Stephanie couls stand to do was pace. She caught sight of Robbie's periscope and pulled it down. It was night and she could see Robbie on her bed, with junk food piled around his sleeping body. Stephanie wimpered and looked around the town, till she saw some light coming from the house with a large satelite dish.
"Pixel!" Stephanie cried happily. She pushed up the evil eye and ran off for help...