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Sportacus chewed the inside of his bottom lip. That word ‘Him’ made himself sound vile. It left an unsettling feeling in his stomach. There was no doubt that Rottenella was clearly referring to him in such an unfriendly manner because Robbie was the one who brought her to life. Even with this knowledge that was slightly unnerving. Did Robbie really dislike him? That hurt his feelings.
Although, this introduction hadn’t been the most friendly, the elf tried to shake off any bad feelings he was having. Or at least suppress them for now.-“Oh yes, I’m Sportacus.”-The man forced a small smile. Sportacus nodded. It was true that he had just turned up out of the blue one day (no pun intended).-“That’s true. Stephanie needed my help.”-He informed.-“So I came down to Lazytown.“
-A dictator? No. That wasn’t how he wanted to be known. Did he really come across that way? A deep frown interrupted that once prominent smirk.
Even so before he could open his trap and explain that he wasn’t trying to tell people what to do, Rottenella introduced herself. Sportacus wanted to tell her that he just wanted to encourage others to make healthy life style choices. But now he had lost the immediate opportunity to do so.-"It’s nice to meet you Rottenella.”-The blue elf greeted. Thankfully, was able to let things go pretty easy. In the back of his mind however, he planned to prove her wrong.-
“Though you are wrong about a few things. I don’t tell people what to do. I just encourage them to have fun and eat sportscandy.”-The muscular male seemed to have instantly cheered up. He hit the crystal that rested against his chest.“Apple!”-The jumping bean called, before catching the fruit that had been projected from his backpack.-“Wanna try?”-He offered the young lass, a warm expression upon his face. His hand outstretched with the apple firmly clasped within.
There was clearly no hard feelings there.-
Rottenella had been silently observing the competition between Sportacus && her creator for a while, now, and had reached the conclusion that even in his most enervated days, Robbie exhibited unparalleled knowledge. That, paired with his indefatigable perseverance must mean he would eventually prevail. After all, if she’d learned anything in her short time of living, it was that chaos always reigned. It was everywhere, if you looked hard enough. Why, she was conscious proof of that theory, herself! Even life, itself, the purest, most highly revered basis possibly conceivable, could be spawned out of venom. If that stood for anything, at all, it stood as a will to succeed. She was made to be rotten. It was her one, singular direction in life. Robbie was all that she had, and to stray from him would be to stray from her sense of self. Without him, she was nothing.
❝Yes, I’m aware it was Stephanie who invoked your service.❞ the clockwork doll rebuffed dismissively. It was clear she still held resentment against her for overthrowing her in the dancing duel. Still, it comforted her to know that the pink-haired spring may not have been so successful had her Uncle not been the judge of the competition. It was rigged, she told herself. I would have won, if it weren’t for the Mayor.
Her couldn’t-care-less demeanour subtly adjusted in to curious scrutiny as the apple was held out towards her. She had to admit she was tempted. She was a sugar fanatic, as much as her father, but how could she be certain she’d abhor the juice of a healthy snack if she were never to try one? Well, she supposed, what Robbie didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him! After all, she backed his cause, but she was far from a carbon copy. ❝…Thank you, kindly!❞ Rottenella decided with a stiff, mechanical bow, proceeding to take a tentative bite of the fruit with an agreeable simper soon to follow. She was pleasantly surprised by how sweet it settled on her palette. Robbie was missing out!
❝…Alright. You win. Just don’t tell Robbie I let you persuade me, or I’ll tell everyone in town you’re in love with the Mayor.❞ Rottenella forewarned with a mischievous smirk, a troublesome glimmer dancing in her glass eyes, ❝At least, not for a w-….❞
The grand, silver key protruding from her back came to a gradual slow as she involuntarily trailed off her sentence, and eventually shut down, altogether. Just like a toy, she ran on clockwork energy, and couldn’t operate without the key being turned.
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