Stephanie smiled as she stood infront of the mirror. She straightened out the wrinkles in her white dress which was decorated with lace that looked like pink flowers. She observed her every feature to make sure that everything looked great. Her pink, poofy hair was still cut short like in her youth and parted with a white headband. "You look good, Steph." She told herself as she slipped on her pink converse sneakers over her delicate, small feet.
Stephanie slid on her pink, knee-length coat and buttoned it up quickly. "Uncle Milford!" She called, grabbing her white purse and tossing it over her shoulder. It danced against her hip as she ran out of her room. "Uncle Milford, I'm heading out now!" Stephanie sighed when she didn't hear a response, and figured that her jolly old uncle was in the kitchen. She pushed open the door, and surely enough saw his backside sticking out from the refrigerator door. "Uncle?" He peeked out of the fridge with his hand holding an incriminating spoon holding a mouthful icecream. Stephanie giggled into the palm of her hand. "I'm going out now, Uncle."
"Okay, dear. Miss Busybody is coming over later, but if you need me don't hesitate to call." Steph smiled at that. Things had changed in Lazy Town, but some things never do. She predicted that her Uncle would chase after Bessie's love until they day he died. It was refreshing to see love as pure as his... or maybe it was perversion. It was true that her Uncle Milford was capable of some pretty naughty things, but she wasn't sure if it was intentional or not. She remembered walking into his office at Town Hall and witnessing Miss Busybody bent over with her tight-dressed butt directly in his line of view. Her face was covered in white icing, too! It gave her a giggle, anyhow. The most innocent people always seemed to have their secret dark desires.
Steph waved goodbye, chirping a "Have Fun!" before closing the front door behind her. She took in the smell of the winter air - crisp and refreshing. The girl closing her eyes as she thought about her hero... Sadness loomed over her usually happy expression, and Stephanie released a sigh. "Sorry, Sportacus." She whispered under her breath as she started to walk. It was stupid to talk to the air, but sometimes it made her feel better. "I couldn't take care of everyone. I'm not a superhero."
She looked up at the blue sky which was starting to get dark. There were a thousand thoughts running through her head, but they were all farmiliar. It was true that Sportacus had been her childhood love. He was a man who she could compare to no other person. Sportacus was her paragon ... utter perfection. Stephanie still fantasized about him as such a person. She still imagined what it would have been like to have gone with him. What if Sportacus had been her true love, and she had given up her only chance to be with him?
Steph shook the thought away, and hurried off quicker towards the school. She didn't want to be late.
Bessie knocked on the door, and Milford opened it with a broad smile. "Bessie!" He exclaimed, only for his smile to fade when he noticed her expression. "News?" His tone immediately sounded serious as worry consumed his face.
"They said that they're ready to test the program." She replied with a formal tone that lacked the playfulness that usually accompanied her presence. Her eyes not meeting his, but rather her hands which were folded infront of her. "They told me on my way over for our date."
"T-Tonight?" He said, his voice wavering as he tried to contain his tears. This was absolutely horrible news. There was nothing else to say about it. This was his worse nightmare... that he always knew was coming. "What if they..."
"You've gotten attatched to her, haven't you?" Bessie said with a slight wimper in her tone. "I have too... They were such great kids... but-" She straightened, trying to forget her personal feelings. "This is our job. We need to take it seriously." Bessie extended a hand to his shoulder. "They're vital. Atleast they will be happy when they see Sportacus again, right?" Her smile was a bit unstable.
"Yes," Milford whispered, embracing his girlfriend. "If they make it that far." He closed his eyes, tears slipping down his cheeks. It was unknown what the potential outcome would be, but the stakes were high... so, so high.