Robert Allen Thompson II came into the world in 1972 in the small town of Lazytown. From a young age, he showed unusual creativity and intelligence, though he lacked physical skills. While the other children excelled at sports, Robbie preferred more solitary pursuits like inventing and reading.

Growing up without much money, Robbie was often teased for his secondhand clothes and hygiene struggles. The other kids dubbed him "Robbie Rotten," a name that stuck through the years. Lonely and misunderstood, Robbie sought refuge in the rundown basketball court near his house.

It was there that he met Davey (the future Sportacus Number 10), Meanswell and Bessie one autumn afternoon. Though a few years older, they accepted Robbie into their games and conversations without judgment. Robbie was fascinated by their tales of Sportacus Number 8's daring rescues and feats of athleticism. He spent hours offering ideas to improve their playground.

Despite their differences, a fast friendship formed between the four unlikely companions. Robbie's cleverness and out-of-the-box thinking balanced out the others' more typical skills. They provided Robbie acceptance and companionship he sorely lacked.

Robbie's secret dream was to one day follow in Sportacus's footsteps and help people through heroism.

Robbie Rotten kicked at the dirt as he sat against the wall of the old basketball court. All the other kids were playing and laughing, but like usual, no one invited him to join in. He was used to it by now.

Across the court, Robbie watched Sportacus Number 8 demonstrating flips and tricks for the crowd of admiring children. A pang of jealousy shot through Robbie's heart. He had always looked up to Sportacus, ever since he was a little boy. While the other kids made fun of Robbie for being clumsy and unathletic, he dreamed of one day having skills and abilities like the legendary hero.

Deep down, Robbie's greatest secret was that more than anything, he wanted to receive the title of Sportacus and help the town like his idol did. But he knew that could never happen. Robbie was just too awkward, too lazy, too... Rotten. The kids would never accept him as their hero.

As Robbie watched Davey, Meanswell, and Bessie eagerly trying to emulate Sportacus's movements, an unpleasant feeling rose in his stomach. He wished he had the courage to join them, instead of sitting on the sidelines as always. But he was sure they would just make fun of his gangly limbs and poor coordination.

With a sigh, Robbie drew his knees up to his chin. Some days, it was just too hard being the odd one out. But he continued watching Sportacus with admiration, holding on to the faint hope that one day, he too could be the town's savior. If only they'd give scrawny, smelly Robbie Rotten a chance.


Sportacus Number 9

(Action/Adventure, 1000 words)

After dropping out of school at a young age, Robbie set his sights on a new path. When Sportacus Number 8 passed, Robbie saw his chance. He enrolled in the prestigious Sportacus Academy alongside his friend Davey.

The rigorous physical training pushed Robbie far beyond what he ever thought possible. Years of being an outsider lit a competitive fire within. Late nights were spent honing his skills while others rested. To everyone's surprise - including his own - Robbie steadily improved until he outshone all his classmates.

His intelligence and clever problem-solving served him well during strategy and weapons training. Robbie especially excelled in courses about surveillance and covert operations. Through hard work and believing in himself, he overtook even Davey's scores.

On graduation day, Robbie stood tall as the highest-ranked student. His award shocked the elders who remembered the smelly boy from Lazytown. As Sportacus Number 9, a crystal was placed in his hand and jumpsuit donned his body for the first time.

His first action was helping the local authorities apprehend a gang of robbers terrorizing the city. Robbie outmaneuvered them with tact and bravery. Citizens saw him not as the old Rotten Robbie, but as their hero.

In his airship, Robbie kept watch over Lazytown. With cunning and brawn, he dismantled the criminal underworld. His elite skills were an asset to the community. At last, Robbie Rotten had turned his dreams into a reality through perseverance and strength of spirit. He was proud to serve the townspeople as their protector - Sportacus Number 9.

With Lazytown at peace, Robbie focused on his personal life. On patrol one evening, he spotted a beautiful baker named Stacey and was instantly smitten. Her sweet spirit and support for his mission of justice drew him in.

They fell deeply in love and married in a beautiful ceremony. Robbie was overjoyed with his new family, though he worried his career would always put them at risk. But Stacey had long admired Robbie from afar and understood the commitment required to keep Lazytown safe.

A few years later, Stacey gave birth to their daughter Stephanie. Holding the pink bundle in his arms, Robbie's heart swelled with joy and protectiveness. He vowed to always be there for his little girl and give her a happy childhood, unburdened by the threats he so often faced.

Balancing fatherhood with his Sportacus duties was challenging at times, but Robbie wouldn't trade it for anything. He doted on Stephanie, playing games and reading stories whenever home from patrols. Though occasionally called away on emergencies, family always came first for Robbie.

Seeing Stephanie grow strong yet kind like her mother warmed Robbie's soul. She was curious about his line of work and cheered his successes from the sidelines. Robbie hoped that one day, when Stephanie was older, she too might join him in keeping Lazytown safe - though he prayed she'd never have to face true danger.

For the first time in his life, Robbie felt truly at peace and loved. He had come so far from the lonely boy once called Rotten. And he couldn't wait to see where his loving family would go next.

It was a bright sunny morning when Sportacus Number 9 set off on his day off. After a busy week of rescues and apprehending wrongdoers, Robbie was looking forward to a nice quiet flight in his personal jet.

Taking to the skies in his trademark blue uniform, Robbie watched Lazytown shrink to a miniature model below. The people depended on him to keep them safe, so he was always on alert even off-duty. That's why he noticed the strange flashing on the engine panel right away.

Smoke started billowing from the wing as Robbie struggled with the failing controls. To his horror, the jet began spiraling out of the sky at an alarming rate. Fighting panic, Robbie broadcast an emergency signal on all frequencies. But they were miles from anything or anyone.

With a jarring crash, the jet smashed into the ocean surface near an unknown island. Robbie crawled from the burning wreckage, injured but alive through sheer luck. As he collapsed on the shore, the last thing he saw was the jet exploding in a massive fireball.

Days passed in a haze of pain. Robbie dragged himself inland and discovered a lush tropical paradise, devoid of any other human life. Using his survival training, he built a makeshift shelter and searched for food and medicine. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't repair his communicator to call for help.

Years went by with Robbie clinging to hope of rescue, lonely except for the animal inhabitants. He kept meticulous records and never stopped scanning the skies, hoping beyond hope that someone would find him. Back home, would the kind people of Lazytown even remember their long lost hero?

Two years of isolation had passed when Robbie spotted a trading ship on the horizon. With frantic waves and shouts, he finally caught their attention and was transported back to civilization.

Upon returning to Lazytown, Robbie was shocked by how much had changed. Like a ghost town, abandoned buildings and wreckage stretched as far as the eye could see. Overgrown weeds consumed what was once lively parks and playgrounds.

The handful of surviving residents gaped in awe at the bedraggled man emerging like a mirage from the debris. They told Robbie of the villains who took over in his absence, warring over the spoils of the now destroyed town. Without Sportacus Number 9 to protect them, the people were left defenseless against the violence and crime that engulfed their home.

Most fled of many were killed in the mayhem of gang/Mafia wars a few diehard souls like Bessie and Mr. Meanswell refused to surrender their town without a fight. But they lived in constant fear of the ruthless gangs that remained. The gangs and criminals soon left; leaving Lazytown a shell of a town it used to be. The gang lords even kiled his wife, Stacey.

Robbie felt immense guilt for what had become of Lazytown on his watch. If only he hadn't crashed on that doomed flight, so many lives could have been saved.

Robbie's hands shook as he trailed Mayor Meanswell back to Town Hall, dreading what was to come. The people they passed averted their eyes in shame or glared in accusation. He had let them all down.

In his spartan office, Meanswell spun to face Robbie with fury in his eyes. "All these years we put our faith in you, Sportacus, and look what's become of our town!" He ripped the golden badge from Robbie's suit with a violence that startled them both.

Stunned, Robbie gazed down at the jagged hole left in the fabric over his heart. The Mayor continued his tirade, but the words were muted buzzing in Robbie's ears. His entire identity lay shattered on the floor. shame and guilt overwhelmed him. He heard him about honour and justice or something.

After hearing Robbie's fateful proposal, Meanswell grimly agreed. At least the child could be saved, though her father was lost. With leaden footsteps, Robbie exited into a town that was no longer his.

That night, under cover of darkness, he said silent farewells to each haunting alley and rubble-strewn park. come morning, Robbie would disappear like a ghost - leaving Lazytown and his failures behind for good. All that remained was ensuring young Stephanie found the bright future he could no longer provide. Then he too would fade into memory, the fallen former hero named Sportacus number 9.

Alone in his cave lair, Robbie Rotten peered through his periscope at the remnants of Lazytown. How fitting that the once laziest boy had become their greatest protector, only to see it all crumble through his own mistakes.

In the isolation, his guilt and self-loathing festered into bitterness. He replayed that fateful day in his mind, believing if only he'd chosen rest over responsibility, none of this tragedy would have unfolded. But it was too late for regrets.

As the seasons passed, Robbie slowly let go of his heroic past. He stopped shaving his unruly beard and shed his Sportacus uniform for more comfortable casual clothes. Though initially keeping up appearances through his spy equipment, Robbie grew complacent in his cave's shadows.

The children's taunts from his youth echoed incessantly. "If you want Robbie Rotton, you've got him!" he cackled to the cavern walls. From then on, Robbie fully embraced the villainous persona the town had envisioned since he was a boy.

Laziness and mischief became Robbie's new strengths. And he was gonna make sure every one was gonna be just like him