Title: Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 12/?
Fandom: Lazytown
Pairing: Sportacus/Robbie
Rating: T
Summary: There is no such thing as magic...right? However, when Robbie starts noticing something strange about Sportacus and unusual things start occurring in Lazytown, that belief just might have to be changed.
Author's Notes: YAY. Stuff. Hope you like!
Sportacus opened his eyes. There was wide open sky above him, bright blue in color, with fluffy white clouds spanning it. He rolled and pushed up onto his hands and knees, glancing warily around him. There were rolling hills with bright green grass, a few trees speckled here and there. And far off into the distance were woods, dark green and inscrutable. The whole scene was picturesque, if a little baffling.
Standing, Sportacus brushed off his clothes and looked around once more. Actually, despite the absence of a billboard and a silo, the area rather looked like the landscape around Robbie's home. Fitting, if he had truly found his way into Robbie's mind. Faced with a simple outside area, Sportacus suddenly felt as if he were in over his head.
He knew nothing of finding lost spirits or of navigating minds. What if he somehow made things worse? What if he completely messed up somehow? Taking a deep breath in, Sportacus pushed those doubts to the back of his mind. Robbie was lost and leaving him as he were would only succeed in keeping him trapped in that hospital bed, eternally asleep, much like a princess in one of the children's fairy tales.
He glanced around again. Sooner or later, he would have to start moving in the hopes of finding Robbie. The only change in scenery was the forest, so that would probably be his best bet. Sportacus started walking towards the woods.
However, as he got closer to the forest, it started to feel as if there were somebody…watching him. Stopping, he glanced around again. There was nobody, just trees in his sights. He eyed the trees carefully. There always was the possibility that the trees were somehow watching him; they could be alive.
Eyeing one particularly tall tree as he passed it, he nearly ran into the person that was suddenly standing before him. When he did see who it was, he stopped, eyes widening. It was Robbie, but this man was dressed in pale yellow clothes instead of the familiar purple Sportacus was used to; the color washed out his skin, making him look paler than usual.
Robbie gasped excitedly and exclaimed, "OH! You're here! I thought maybe, but oh, this is so wonderful!" He threw up his hands at the last words. Bouncing on his toes and clapping his hands, Robbie laughed cheerily.
Sportacus almost drew away. This…this was so unlike the Robbie that he knew. Maybe that svartàlfar had done something to him when she had thrown that magic?
"Such a wonderful gift!" Robbie cried and then threw his arms around Sportacus in a tight hug. There was a brief moment of warm contact and then this Robbie drew back, grinning brightly. "I need to tell," a pause, as if he were debating who to tell, "everyone! They'd like this surprise!" And then he was gone, sprinting away from Sportacus so quickly that he was soon within the woods.
Sportacus gaped. Robbie was never that flat-out cheery…or that active. Where…what exactly had happened to him when he had been trapped? The magic must have done something to Robbie.
Slowly, Sportacus started walking again, going through that strange encounter over and over again. Since he kept focused on the woods, this time he saw the person that was coming towards him. It was Robbie—again—, but this time he was dressed completely in white and was wearing a pair of small, square eyeglasses. And this one was scowling, a much more familiar expression.
When Robbie was close enough to do so, the man latched onto his arm and glared down at him. "What are you doing here, elf?"
He looked…tired. The grey eyes were almost glassy, shadows beneath them. Sportacus gently pried at the strong fingers. "I'm trying to find you. I mean…I thought I had…" and he looked behind him, frowning again from the weird meeting with the Robbie in yellow.
This Robbie sighed. "Yes, I know. Surprise found me and told me that you were here." Then that angry expression was back, as if Robbie had heard something he didn't like. "But what do you mean 'find me'?"
Sportacus frowned, mind catching on one small thing. Distractedly, he answered, "I can break the magic from inside your mind and pull your spirit back to reality." Pause as he realized what exactly was wrong with Robbie's sentence. "What do you mean 'surprise found you'?"
Robbie rubbed at his brow, as if his head were aching. "The me in yellow. That was Surprise."
"Like…like the emotion?" Sportacus asked, confused.
Robbie rolled his eyes. "Yes, like the emotion. Where else do you think emotions come from?"
Sportacus looked past this white-clothed figure to the dark woods. "So that was Surprise…so what are you?" Looking again at the sharp glasses, he muttered quietly, "You act like Robbie, but you are not, are you?"
Robbie pursed his mouth. "So you can tell, can you? Good. If you're going to be gallivanting about in my mind, then you're going to need to be able to tell which of us are personae and which is the All."
Sportacus looked blankly at him. He knew something important was being said, but it was if the words were in some other language.
Sighing, Robbie rubbed at his temples. When he spoke his voice had a vaguely pedantic tone to it. "The Personae, like Surprise—who you just met—and I are simply what make up the All. The All is the man you see day in and day out—the man and person, Robbie Rotten."
"Oh."
"Yes. Oh." Robbie scowled at him. "So it's good you can tell I'm not the All because you if tried to bring one of the personae out…" He quieted, gaze darkening.
"What would happen?"
"Nothing good," Robbie snapped. He turned and started walking briskly, Sportacus following him without a word. "Now, you're going to need a guide through the forest. If you went in by yourself, you'd never get out. And since I'm the one who has to organize this who place—"
Quickly, Sportacus grabbed Robbie's arm and spun him around. "Who—or what—are you?"
Huffing, Robbie ripped his arm out of Sportacus's grip and adjusted his glasses in a self-important manner. "I am Experience and Organizer, Guardian and Common Sense." He started walking again, throwing over his shoulder, "Most of the personae just call me Wisdom."
The forest was before them. Robbie paused for a moment, threw a glance over his shoulder at Sportacus, and shrugged. "This may be dangerous. Are you sure you want to try to find the All?"
Sportacus looked at this strange Robbie, all in white, and said, "Of course. We need Robbie back."
Wisdom sighed and walked into the forest.