Sportacus is halfway through his first October in Lazy Town when Robbie corners him one evening and says he's a vampire. "Good one, Robbie!" Sportacus laughs, patting Robbie on the shoulder in mirth.
"Good one what?" Robbie asks, confused.
"Good joke! I know you do not like sports candy, but you can't tell me blood would taste better!"
Robbie stares. "It's not a joke, Sportoblivious, I really am a vampire."
"Vampires don't exist, Robbie!"
Robbie blinks owlishly. "You're an elf," he states, as if this somehow contradicts Sportacus.
"A sports elf, to be exact," Sportacus confirms. "But vampires are just creatures from stories meant to scare younger heroes. My teacher, Number 6, he once dressed as a vampire and--"
But Robbie is dragging his hands down his face. "Sporty. Sport. My most hated blue ball of hyper. Vampires are real and I am one. Are you listening? Are you listening with your pointed elf ears?"
Sportacus shakes his head, still smiling. "Mischief night is not for a few weeks, Robbie. I'm sure you can come up with a better prank by then!"
Robbie screams into his hands, turns on his heel, and stomps away. Still amused, Sportacus watches him go. Not Robbie's most clever trick but Sportacus always feels good about a Robbie Conversation that doesn't end with one of them recovering from a scheme gone wrong.
No one sees Robbie for two days after. Sportacus grows worried when he doesn't even see any suspicious mailbox movement. Was Robbie that upset about his joke not landing?
On the third night, Sportacus comes down to town around midnight to help Trixie get a spider out of her room. Sportacus begins to make his way back to the airship-- when someone appears from the shadows and pins him to a nearby tree.
The shadow sneers. "Believe me yet?" It growls.
"What-" Then Sportacus notices those familiar eyes. The chin. That dark hair. Only the teeth don't suit Robbie at all. A pair of fangs nearly touch Robbie's bottom row, causing panic and confusion to rise in Sportacus in equal measure.
"Y-You..." Sportacus' mouth is dry. Bizarrely, he's really craving an apple right now. "You were not telling a joke?"
"No, Sportadinner, I wasn't."
"Oh. I... I see that now."
"Good." Robbie lets him go. Sportacus will realize later that he could have broken free at any time-- vampire or not, he's still stronger than Robbie Rotten. "Don't stay up too late, Sporty~"
With a savage grin, Robbie leaves. Sportacus stares after him. "Sportadinner?" He repeats to himself. Did that mean Robbie really drank...? And would he have done so if Sportacus still hadn't believed he was...?
Still pondering these questions and more, Sportacus continues on to his ship. The biggest question, the one that keeps him up a bit too long: Is there a way to alter his sleep schedule so he catches Robbie at night more?
Because, if he's being honest, that show of strength had been... Well. Anyway. Bedtime.
(Bonus: Sportacus considers it his Heroic Duty to tell the mayor that there's a supernatural being in his town. Milford beams at him. "Robbie told you! That's so great! I knew you two would be friends soon enough. Truth be told, of all the vampires I've met ("Áll thē whåt--"), he's the kindest! Helped me get a bat out of the attic last year. Actually, I need to speak with Robbie. I like to give him a heads up when Bessie plants her garlic bulbs. Good day, Sportacus!")
@lazy--stars See what you put in my head? How dare. I was trying to sleep.
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