* VILLAIN NUMBER ONE.

Aleinn  um  Jolin || vrrotten & theblxelf

The kids welcomed them inside when Sportacus opened the door.

Without looking up from the task before her, Bessie’s voice rang across the room, “Shoes!” However, Sportacus had already started knocking the snow off his boots on the metal plate of the threshold, careful not to knock any inside. He took them off and set them with the others, making room for Robbie to enter.

In a flash, Stephanie ran up to them and grabbed the hero’s hand as soon as the mittens came off. She tugged at his arm and urged him to follow her.

“Ok!” Sportacus acquiesced. He winked at Robbie before taking off. Then, as a last second thought, he encouraged his villain friend to follow by waving his free hand behind him.

stumbling  through  the  door  felt  like  opening  a  portal  to  another  world .  it  was  bustling  with  glee  ,  mirth  ,   that   hue  of    docility  as   he   watched   almost   in   awe   as   sportacus   followed  the   blue   haired   tattletale’s   order  with    barely   any   time  left   before   the   dancing   girl  was   grasping  as  his  arm   ,    pulling  him   further  into   this   warm  ,    welcoming  ,    but  oh  so  menacing  room.     sportacus  blended  in  so  perfectly  with  no  effort   whatsoever       ━━━━      &   robbie   felt   utterly  out   of   place   .   the  dizzy  spell   from   before   came  down  on  him   tenfold,   making  his  knees   feel   soft   like   pudding   as  he  watched   sportacus     (    his   anchor    )    being   taken   away  from  him.    he   glanced   down  onto  the  red  carpet .    shoes   off ... ?

Having snowboarded most of the way there, Sportacus stopped when he came to a smooth patch lacking in obstacles to leap and spin over. He was given the chance to look up long enough to notice Robbie at the window, when his crystal beeped. He smiled, relieved that Robbie wasn’t in any real danger. He had come to expect this kind of thing from him some time ago. Sportacus unlatched his boots, held his board under his arm, and walked the rest of the way.

“Hi, Robbie!” he cheered as he came up behind the frozen villain just in time to get a close look at his face when he turned around. The town hero rested the board against the building and pulled his snowed drizzled goggles up away from his eyes. “What are you still doing outside? It’s pretty cold this evening?”

If the sleek, long sleeves under his uniform and thick weather-proof mittens protecting Sportacus’s hands (despite his strong tolerance of the cold) wasn’t proof enough, perhaps the low hanging sun and knee-high snow around them was.

Sportacus laid a hand on his elbow, hoping to gently guide him.

“Let’s go inside and warm up! Yeah?”

through  the  falling  snow  he  could  hear  the  hero  more  than  he  could  see  him .    if  he  wasn't  tense  enough  already   ,   his  entire  body   now  went  completely  rigid ,  fingers  digging  deep  into  the  fabric  of  his  coat  as  his  eyes  caught  the  glimpse  of  blue  approaching  him.     oh  no ...  not  him !      his  heart  made  a  leap  inside  his chest  that  nearly  made  my  gasp  with  its  intensity.    trying  his  best  to  will  his  legs  to  move  already ,  escape  the  situation       ━━━━   but  sportacus  was  quicker  ,   bouncing  through  the  snow  like  it  was  made of  wet   paper  .         ❛    sp - p - p - puh ...   ❜       was  all  the  villain  managed  to  say  as  the   snowfall   slowed   down   &   the   hero   approached ,   snowboard  under  his  arm .    of   course   sportacus  would  find  a  way  to  make  even  one  of  the  roughest   winters  into  his  personal  sport  field .    next   thing  he    noticed  the  scarf  around  his   neck .   oh  ,    its  the  one  he  knitted  when  he  lost  his  memory    ...     &  only  then  did  robbie   register  that  the  hero  was  talking   to  him   ,   causing  him  to  suddenly  straighten  his   posture . 

warm  breath  escaped  in  soft  clouds  with  every  exhale.  albeit  preferring  the  snowy  season  of  the  year  ,   the  cold  began  nipping  at  the   tip  of  his  ears .     his  hands  were  stiff  ,   clawing  at  the  fleece  of  his  winter  coat  as  he  stood   there.   not  moving .     why   did  he   even  come  here ?!     i   hate    jól !!      &  i  hate  festivities !!       &   i   especially  hate  those  people  inside  there  ,   where  it  was  warm  &  dry   ...   robbie  wanted  to  move.   either  backwards  or   forwards  ,   he  was  not  sure.    he  wasn’t  even  sure  what  drove  him  to  get  dressed ,   grab  his  hat ,  scarf  &  wintercoat  &  make  the  tediously  long  walk  through  the  snow  towards  the  mayor’s  home .   &    he  wasn’t  sure  why  he  felt  like  he  was   frozen   to   the   spot .     absentmindedly  he  glanced   through   the  window  into  the  brightly  lit  &  neatly  decorated  house ,  seeing  occasional  shadows  walk  by ,  hearing  muffled  voices ,  chatter ,  laughter ,  the  scent  of   roasted   turkey   &  cinnamon  cookies  so  overpowering    ...    he  suddenly  felt  SICK .        it  felt  like  he  wasn’t  able  to  breathe       ━━━━ 

“Ha- Yes!! And look! It’s frozen! Just for you. What do you say?”

robbie  touched  the  grape  with  the  tip  of  his  tongue.   only  a  miniscule  nanometer  of  his  tongue  ,   poking  against  the  cold  odd  berry  he  held  apprehensively  between his  finger  &  thumb.    the   familiar  taste  of  sweetness  tickled  his  taste  buds     ━━━━     maybe ... ?    no ...!     should   he ...  ?    but   what   if  ... ?

@theblxelfblog​  said  :    “ robbie! try this grape! it tastes like cotton candy! at least that’s what they say. i’ve never had cotton candy... maybe you can tell me ?”

@funbonded​   said   :      “  WOULDN’T  YOU  LIKE  TO  SEE  SOMETHING   STRANGE ? “

cogs  churning  ,  wires  wheezing  ,      strident  noises  connecting  into   words  ,    ━━━━      robbie  stared  into  the   open   metallic  maw  of  the  animatronic    as  it  screeches  the  question  at  him.    mouth   stretched  into  a  grimace  of    terror  &  disgust  ,  ;    robbie  retreated ,         ❛   I’D    RATHER   NOT  !    ❜        he  croaked  out .     the  scent  of  baked  cheese  on  dough  with  pepperoni  had   drawn  the  villain  to  this  establishment  ,   hoping    to  nab  a  slice   or   two  from  the distracted   children   ,  their  eyes  positively   glued   to   the   grotesque  show  of  colorful   tin  animals  swaying  around  with    jerking   motions    &  singing    cheerful  songs   with   blaring   static   voices     ━━━━      he’d  not  expected   THOSE  MONSTROSITIES   to  greet  him  the  moment  he  stepped  into  the   facility.          ❛    i - err  ...   just    came  here   for  the   pizza .   ❜