Title: Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 19/?
Fandom: Lazytown
Pairing: Sportacus/Robbie
Rating: T/M
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 for Glanni! Thanks for the reviews and everything!
Without the threat of Defense anymore, Wisdom seemed less inclined than usual to yell at Sportacus as he wandered. Light still spilled across the path, the trees spreading out as if they were getting closer to the edge of the forest. Despite this, the forest kept going on and on, as if endless.
They were walking, quite calmly, when they heard rustling in the underbrush. Defense was not out for them anymore, but there were still the Instincts, so they both paused and looked over, tensing. Instead of one of the strange Instincts coming out of the brush, a tiny Robbie, looking only about six or seven, ran out of the brush. He was looking over his shoulder, so he didn't notice Sportacus or Wisdom; the only way he did was by running quite soundly into Wisdom's legs.
The small boy fell back, landing on the ground. This tiny Robbie stood and brushed down his long white robes. Brushing his black curls out of his big grey eyes, he looked up at them. He smiled sweetly at Sportacus, but when he saw Wisdom, he raised his arms as if wanting to be picked up.
Wisdom sighed and bent down to pick up the boy. "Hello," he said plainly, eyes going around the trees warily. "If you're here, then where's Glanni?"
The words caused Sportacus's stomach to twist. Glanni? The mysterious being everyone kept mentioning but no one would explain? Then he looked at the small Robbie again. Why was this white-robed child associated with this Glanni?
"Hello, Wisdom," came the silky voice behind them. Sportacus spun around, but Wisdom sighed once again and turned slowly. The man behind them was the Robbie Sportacus was more used to: slicked-back hair and sly smile. He was wearing a completely black suit and Sportacus couldn't help running his eyes over the slim form. Oh, what a horrible time for his attraction to crop back up…
"Id," Wisdom said shortly.
Sportacus threw an incredulous glance at the personae. Id?
Glanni—if that was who the personae was—quirked an eyebrow at Wisdom, frowned at the small child in Wisdom's arms, and then turned to Sportacus. "Ah," he said, smiling thinly. "Sportacus. I'm Glanni Glaepur." He held out a pale hand and Sportacus hesitantly shook it. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"He's Id," Wisdom cut in curtly. "He's the—"
Glanni glared darkly at Wisdom and interrupted with, "Just think of me as the devil on your shoulder, Sportacus." The glare shifted into the sly smile again. "Now, Sportacus, I really need to have a talk with you."
Wisdom stepped between them. "You're not talking with him," he hissed. "At all."
The tiny child rolled his big grey eyes and snapped his fingers in front of Glanni's face. When Glanni glared down at him, the tiny child stabbed his finger in the personae's face and scowled fiercely.
Glanni scowled right on back and reached out one hand to pinch one chubby cheek. "Now, whatever are you doing here?" The child smacked the hand away, frowning. Glanni continued, his words a combination of snarls and curses. "You little brat, you're not even supposed to be here."
Wisdom quickly set the child down and stepped in front of him, the small Robbie only coming up to his knees. "Don't act like that to Super-ego. Just because you're a…a…" He floundered.
Glanni sneered nastily. "A what? At a lost, Wisdom?"
"A scoundrel!" Wisdom shouted, color rising in his cheeks.
As they continued to bicker, the small Robbie moved away from Wisdom and came up to Sportacus, jumping up to grab his hand. The child started to drag him away from the fight. Sportacus only fought for a moment before the big grey eyes turned to him and started tearing up. Sighing, Sportacus let the child drag him away from the fight. "Where are you taking me, little one?" he asked quietly. What had been the child's name? Super-ego?
The child just threw a look over his shoulder, simply continuing to pull Sportacus. Sportacus frowned at that. Did the child not speak?
The trees got sparser and sparser, the light brighter and brighter. And then Sportacus was pulled into a small clearing. A tiny, cozy cottage stood in the clearing, smoke rising from the chimney of the house.
The child bounced on his toes excitedly and let go of Sportacus to run forward. Sportacus hesitated. This was almost like one of the cautionary tales his Mamma had told him when he was younger. But then he saw the small child push open the door and he hurried forward, just in case.
As he got closer, he heard a voice—a distinctly Robbie-like voice—say, "Whatever are you doing here?" A pause. "Does that mean Glanni's here?"
Sportacus gently pushed open the door. The cottage was wonderfully cluttered and lived-in; pictures and small objects decorated the walls. Sportacus looked again at the pictures. There were pictures of Lily and Robert Rotten, Robbie's parents. There were pictures of the children and people in Lazytown. And there was even a picture of Sportacus himself.
Another Robbie was there, in a deep deep pink color, holding the small Robbie in his arms. The pink-Robbie turned and smiled at him.
"Hello, Sportacus," he greeted kindly. Then he smiled down at the white-robed child. "Angel didn't say you'd be here." His brows furrowed as he peered past Sportacus. "I figured Glanni would be here."
Sportacus blinked blankly at this personae. "…Angel?" he asked, dumbfounded.
This Robbie bounced the small child again. "Yeah, Angel. He's the Super-ego of the All." When Sportacus just continued to look at him, he clarified. "He's the angel on your shoulder. Your conscience."
The tiny Robbie—Angel—nodded his head, smiling brightly, sweetly, at Sportacus and this personae.
Sportacus took another hesitant step into the cottage. "And you?"
This Robbie flushed and looked away. "I apologize. I should have introduced myself. I am Love."