Robbie Rotten was angry. Robbie Rotten was frustrated. Robbie Rotten was very annoyed, and Robbie Rotten was having a creative block. He hadn't been able to create anything in an entire week, and usually it didn't take him but five minutes, if that to think of, and make something new, and more obnoxious then the last time. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the past week had been completely fruitless. He couldn't think of anything to make.

Putting his hands on the work bench he swept his hands across the bench in one swift motion, sending everything that was on it crashing to floor, as he listened to everything hit the floor, parts of the devices shattering as they hit the floor, he closed his eyes, and clenched his fists at his sides, turning his face upward toward the ceiling he let out a frustrated scream. This was getting ridiculous, he had to invent something, or they would think that he had just given up, and he hadn't... he had just run into a road block, that was all.

Robbie groaned as he turned around and stalked over to his fluffy orange chair, dropping down into the chair he threw one leg over the arm of the chair, and one arm over his eyes, closing his eyes he drifted into a dreamless slept for what he assumed was minutes, but in actuality was hours, and as soon he opened his eyes, he tilted his head slightly, looking at a part of the ceiling which looked slightly rusted, and in need of repair, and broke into a smile, and sat up stock straight. He had an idea. He had an invention. And something told him, as he sprang up out of his chair, that this was the best idea he had ever come up with. This was a sure fire idea to get rid of Sportacus forever!

Robbie let out a maniacal laugh as he walked across the floor of his lair, and opened a panel in the wall, revealing a computer, and he began to type fervently "Periscope!" He said, turning quickly and running into his periscope as it dropped down from the ceiling, "Ouch!" He yelped, jumping back as his hand flew to his forehead, rubbing slightly he frowned as he grabbed the periscope his his free hand and looked through it, as he looked through town, searching for Sportacus, he continued to rub his forehead.

Finally finding him he smiled once again, "Aha!" he said as he hit a key on his keyboard.

"Computer analysis beginning." The computer said as it began to record Sportacus's every move.

Robbie smiled as he walked away from the periscope, and toward his work bench, grabbing a random invention by the wires and continuing on his way to the bench, he swung it up and onto the bench, letting out a low laugh as he did so. He quickly began to work...

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Without realizing it Robbie had now successfully spent three months underground, getting his invention ready, this had to be perfect, there were to be no mistakes with this invention. None. as he finished screwing the last screw in, he smiled, and wiped his brow with the back of his hand, and set the screwdriver aside, wiping his nose slightly, he continued to smile, he couldn't wait to test this invention, so far Stephanie and Sportacus, and the groupies had ruined everything he had worked so had to make, and so this time he made it completely realistic, he made it completely believable, and he made it completely perfect.

And he called his perfection Sportacus 10... Or more accurately 10.

And the best part was that only he would know how to turn it off. And as he pushed the button, where the crystal should have been, yet as of right now he didn't have one, he took a step back and waited...

And waited...

And then he realized that to claim perfection was to make a fool of ones self. And he let out a frustrated sigh and turned to walk away, and as he began to walk toward his orange fluffy chair, exhaustion finally tugging at his eyelids, as he just realized that he hadn't slept in several days, and as he realized that he was hungry, he closed his eyes and shook his head, and not watching where he was going caused him to trip over a piece of metal on the floor.

And tripping caused him to fly through the air, and almost had him hurtled into a pile of half finished machines, as he threw his arms up to protect his face, and squeezed his eyes shut he was never more relieved to feel strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him back into a standing position, "Whoa Robbie, you've got to be more careful." He heard Sportacus's soft voice behind him, and he closed his eyes once again, only alittle harder this time as he turned around to face him.

"...would you please just leave me alone--"

"Robbie?"

Robbie frowned as he slowly turned to look toward the entrance to his lair, where he saw Sportacus standing, with the most adorable look of confusion on his face. "...10?" he asked as he turned back to the Sportacus standing at his side, as he looked down, and toward the shorter mans chest he smiled.

He had created a perfect android.

He had created perfection. A Sportacus that wasn't constantly outside, a Sportacus that wouldn't give all of his attention to the children, and a Sportacus that was all his. And best of all a Sportacus that wasn't a hero.

"Yes?" Sportacus and the android both asked at once.

"I was talking to him--" Robbie said as he pointed to the android standing in front of him, as he turned to face Sportacus once again.

"Who is he?" Sportacus as as he put his hands on his hips.

Robbie frowned and opened his mouth slightly, but just as he did so Sportacus's crystal went off, causing all three of them to jump slightly.

"This isn't over Robbie, we need to talk!" Sportacus said as he pointed toward Robbie, before turning and fleeing from the lair.

Robbie smirked slightly and shook his head, "Oh yes, yes it is Sportacus. It is completely over. 10 go and lock the hatch, I don't want anyone coming down here."

10 smiled at Robbie and nodded, "Alright Robbie. I will returned momentarily!"

"Good..." Robbie said as he let himself collapse into his chair.

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EDIT: I had the dates wrong, it was supposed to be three months, not weeks.

A/N; I am such an idiot. SO let me know if you guys think that this is worth continuing? Plot is basically Robbie builds a Sportacus android, and is going t orun Sportacus out of town with it, but what kind of fic would it be if he actually succeded?

I've had this idea for a long time now, but never did anything with it. This fic, if continued will be on a not so fluffy side, and might, and probably will get R-rated.

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