Walking in another's shoes
A/n: Thank you so much to my reviewers again! Here is the next chapter just for you guys, sorry its late I got hit with a case of horrible writers block and I couldn't remember how I planned it to go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lazytown. Magnus does. If I did, I'd be married to Robbie. Bwahaha!
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Sportacus stifled his negative thoughts, he had cleaned possibly 90 of the man's home, but it was filthy and he was bored. Trying to do any sort of daily ritual to him, exorcising, aesthetics, anything in this body was hard. He got tired to fast, and it took a while to recover. But it didn't mean he'd give up, in between resting, he cleaned.
He knew Robbie wouldn't be happy, and 'kill' him for this. But it made him feel better in this situation, pretending it was meant to have happened and he was doing this to help Robbie live longer. He sat on the cold stairs of the platform leading to the disguises, and tried to think of anything else needing done.
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Robbie stood on a wall, arms crossed, covering the small badge. He was watching the annoying children play, waiting for one of them, most likely Ziggy or that tricky girl, to need his help. He couldn't think of anything else to do, so while they had been playing, he ran around rigging everything around them to cause a possible accident, he wouldn't save them, they'd never trust sportakook again.
"When they find out he no longer wants to help them, they'll make him leave… but of course I'll have to reverse this with that ma—" Robbie nearly growled when he remembered he didn't grab the machine… where could it have gone? The man leapt from the wall looking around becoming panicked in his haste.
"Where is it??" When he couldn't find it, he fell to his butt on a nearby bench and placed his head in his hands. "No… this can't be good… I can't be this elf forever!"
He decided to sulk, or would have loved to continue if the crystal on his chest not start flashing so brightly. He yelped nearly screaming as he jumped up, but calmed himself when he remembered his earlier plan. He tensed sitting there until the crystal stopped flashing. He turned alittle on his seat, peeking on a little over the wall, it would seem that Ziggy had tripped and as sent to a tree but Robbie….
It was all he could take by watching, that sports elf saved someone in HIS body. He turned red in anger, standing and clenching his fists. He was going to throw a fit but he had to count to 10 to calm himself to reason. Boy that man was going to get a lecture, and with all the energy Sportacus had, it would last for a long while.
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Sportacus had been nearly falling asleep, to his disliking when the strange feeling resounded in him. He couldn't explain it, but before he could stop himself he was already trying to climb from the pipe. He just let it happen from there. He caught Ziggy mere inches from hitting the tree, and set him down gently behind the skate board that was the culprit.
Ziggy stared at him, he never saw Robbie run that fast, or in fact, save him from anything. He was speechless, but Stephanie wasn't. She bounded happily to the town villain, with a smile akin to both delight and well… pure confusion.
"Robbie? Are you feeling okay?" Sportacus didn't know what to say, he just smiled nervously, not really wanting to let them know he was stuck in the body… but then thought better of it… it might be safer if the children knew.
"Yes Stephanie… but believe it or not… I'm…not Robbie." Normally she might not had believed him, but the accent, and the voice… there could be no mistake. She only stared in shock, Ziggy in amazement, and Trixie who had walked over with stingy shared a equal disbelieving stare.
Robbie growled, stomping into the airship. "DAMN that Sports Elf!! He ruins everything, now my reputation!? I have to stop him… I have to think of something… anything…" He started pacing.
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To be continued….
A/n: Sorry for the shortness of it, and if it was a unnecessary chapter. Please review and I will update!! –is a reviewaholic-