A/N: This sequel is a drastic change in tone from the first fic, I know. After Stefan passed, I pretty much left the Lazytown fandom completely. At this point, I'm not planning on writing anything else for Lazytown, but I hate leaving things unfinished. I wrote this sequel just to close things out. It's a lot shorter and lighter than what I originally had planned, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

Robbie Rotten arrived at the cow billboard panting, the stench of death filling his nostrils with every inhalation. Even with his wounds closed, his own dried bodily fluids still clumped his hair and caked on his skin. Words from the skogsfru, from what felt like a lifetime ago, echoed in his head:

Unclean, unclean, UNCLEAN!

"No!"

The fae forced himself to take a deep breath, but gagged on the odor of decay.

"I'm not..."

Shuddering, Robbie opened a hatch and slid into his lair, making a beeline for the shower. Even as the hot water flowed over his body, and the puddle at his feet turned black, he still didn't feel clean.
His back still bare, Robbie crept toward his disguise tubes and pulled a mirror down from the ceiling. He stared at his paper thin wings, which Sportacus had called beautiful just a week prior. The flesh between them still held a hint of discoloration; next to the glimmering purple, it looked grey and disgusting.

Unclean.

Robbie brought his hand up, brushing his fingertips over his reflection.

"I did this to myself. If I had just been more powerful..."

His hand dropped to his side and his shoulders dropped.

"Why did I have to so useless?

Suddenly, Robbie tensed. Purple sparks danced around his fingers.

"Why did I have to be be part human?!"

He pounded his fist against the mirror, and with a flash of purple, it shattered.

Sportacus stared at his reflection, feeling nauseous. When he had risen that morning, body sore from sleeping in the cockpit and eyes red from crying, he had been quick to exchange the elven armor for his normal hero uniform. All it seemed to do, however, was highlight how wild he still looked: Sportacus's upright posture was clearly forced, his teeth were sharp when he smiled, and his pointed ears kept twitching under his hat as if they were annoyed at being covered. Worst of all, the elf found himself unable to retract his claws. Sportacus couldn't even cover them, as neither shoes nor gloves would fit.

The ship's AI spoke up, startling the elf.

"Sportacus, I must remind you that Mayor Meanswell requested a meeting with you in the town hall today."

"I know!"

With a growl, he tore the cap from his head and ran his clawed fingers through the fluffy blond hair. The sensation eased some of the tension in his brow.

"I know. Ship, land on the outskirts of town."

"That would be inefficient, Sportacus. Our current position is closer to your destination. Could you not simply jump out here?"

His voice cracked as he replied.

"I don't want everybody to see me, not like this."

Wordlessly, the ship changed course to fulfill his request. Sportacus nodded his thanks and hopped onto the ground. He kept his head down as he shuffled toward town hall. The mayor stood on the steps.

"Come into my office, Sportacus."

The elf meekly followed him inside. Tension hung thickly in the air.

"I need you to tell me everything that happened, Sportacus. Don't leave a single detail out."

The elf closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting the events of the past week spill out. Milford listened silently, showing no reaction to the story. Finally, Sportacus ran out of words, and it was the mayor's turn to speak.

"From what you've told me, it sounds like all of this...magic business is over. But you're still acting differently. You don't look like you did before. Why? What's wrong?"

"I can't—I can't change back. Something happened while I was fighting the skogsfru...something snapped."

Mayor Meanswhile sat in silence for a time, absorbing the information. Sportacus wriggled in his seat until the mayor finally spoke again.

"Can I trust you around the children?"

"I don't know."

Another heavy silence hung between them. This time, Sportacus was the one to break it.

"Mayor, I'm sorry."

"You're dismissed, Sportacus. I need time to think about this."

The elf shuffled out of the office, also deep in thought. What if Mayor Meanswell decides that he was unfit to be around the kids anymore? What if he let Sportacus stay, but it turned out to that he was too dangerous?

"Maybe it would be for the best if I just left."

Suddenly, the crystal on his chest blared, startling the hero.

"Someone's in trouble!"

He let the crystal connect to his mind so he could see the situation. The images were strangely blurred, as if something were interfering with the picture. Even so, Sportacus could make out twisted, mechanical shapes and the silhouette of a lanky man. His blood ran cold.

"Robbie!"