Walking in another's shoes
A/n: Again sorry for the wait, I got a conure and named him Robbie Rotten since his coloring was something I can see Robbie enjoying. THANK you for your reviews!! They help me try to write even though… I am hardly a good author. x.x
Disclaimer: I do not own Lazytown. Magnus Scheving and Nickelodeon own it.
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Pixel winced at the pains he woke up too, but 4 hours of sleep and constant leaning over a table would do that to someone. He just didn't yet know how to fix this, even though everything seemed fine, he didn't understand how it was powered. No matter what he tried, its battery was just not recharged. He looked to the window that faced the outside.
All he would need to do is find Sportacus's body… that's where Robbie was, wasn't it? Ask him how to fix it… hopefully he would give him a answer. If not, he'd have to use some of his technology. He thought a moment more, almost considering just going right to the computer solution… But it wouldn't be fair to not ask first. Incase this all really was a hoax.
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Sportacus sighed, the once tall man was leaning alittle heavily against him in sleep. He felt good sitting still, and that scared him. He never felt this low on energy, and no matter what he did the man didn't seem to react like he did. What scared him worse is the season changing.. The bitter cold of autumns air compared to summer he could handle, he was a elf from the north lands use to tundra weather.
Never had he felt a cold breeze in the body of a human… What would it be like? He always read of them freezing to death, sure elves from the north can freeze… but it was unlikely they ever sat still long enough to do so. He wondered then just how warm Robbie's lair got. If he knew anything about physics, a dark under ground area during the heavy winter months, would be as cold if not colder than the outside.
Sportacus chewed his lip alittle, did he really spend his days freezing in the lair? He never saw him at any winter parties, when they sat in front of the fire. He just never bothered to ask if they invited him, always assuming the proud man had refused…
He caught himself mid thought, his hand was gently stroking 'his' own hair and he jerked letting the ex-tall man fall to the floor. "Oops…"
Robbie woke up, standing and glaring up to him. "Sportamisery what is wrong with y---" he stopped short… was he sleeping on that elf?? Robbie seemed to turn a shade pale, then even red as the seconds went on. He just looked away from him and muttered beneath his breath.
Sportacus tried to smile, placing a skinny hand on his shoulder. "Robbie I'm sorry… Are you alright? Hungry?"
Robbie didn't make eye contact, he hadn't eaten since this happened and he felt horrible. Sportaflops body was just as bad as his when you didn't eat… he never thought that possible. He looked to him. "Yeah, but I REFUSE to eat any of that.. that… Deathfruit."
"Deathfruit?" Sportacus blinked and grabbed a banana. He peeled it and held it out to Robbie. "I promise nothing bad will happen, just try it… I promise it will taste good."
Robbie eyed it, he remembered the taste of the fruit… But had promised himself he'd never touch any form of fruit, no matter what, forever…..Forever… nothing ever seemed to be forever in this town. At least when it came to him being happy.
Sure if he had to suffer as the elf, it might as well go on forever, forcing him to give up his lazy ways, and become a super flippy hero elf. He grimaced and snatched the fruit pretty hard from the ex-hero. He stuffed it fast into his mouth and swallowed, trying not to taste the sickening food item as it was forced in.
Sportacus smiled a little but rubbed his hand. He never realized, how much damage he could do until now, it just never came up in terms of violence. He blinked but then smiled alittle.
"So Robbie, why don't you ever come to the parties?"
"Parties?….." He could hear the small break in his voice, but it was minor…still something, he stepped towards the shorter man placing a hand on his shoulder gently.
"Yeah, you know? For Christmas?"
Robbie glared at him then. "You just don't shut up do you? No matter what body your in.. Yak yak yak yak! I don't ever get invited… That's why! And if you say one more thing about Sportaidiot, you'll be sorry." He felt himself clenching his fists in his sudden anger and shaking alittle, he just stormed into the space behind the bed… trying to calm down before he killed himself.
Sportacus flinched, never in a million years did he ever even think of being uninvited as being possible… But he didn't follow. Only sat cross legged before the bed looking to it. "Robbie… Then where is that machine… the one that did this?…"
All that came was a muffled…. "I don't know…"
He sighed, tapping his finger on the metal floor. "Robbie look… I just can't keep it down… if you ever get lonely… you can always drop me a letter, I will be more than happy to ke—"
"SHUT up! It wont happen ever…" Again he sighed… but he complied letting his mind wander about the issue…
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to be continued…
A/n: Sorry I had to end the chapter there, more I promise if you review.