This was an idea that hit me not long after I made my Sugar Rush forum here. This story relates to that plotline. The link to my forums can be found in my profile. The thought just kind of hit me.

How did Turbo feel, laying little cy-bug eggs?

Well, here's one possible answer…

Don't kill me. Please?

Wreck-It Ralph

Sugar Rush: Expansion

Daddy Turbo

It had been barely a day since he somehow regenerated, but Turbo only had one thought in his head—he was starving.

Probably part of the cy-bug coding, the racer thought as he stalked through the candy cane trees. All these things do is eat, kill, and breed. Since I'm half cy-bug—I think—it's no surprise I'm feeling the same hunger they do.

Turbo looked nearly identical to the form he had when he battled Ralph atop Diet Cola Mountain. The only change was his head. He no longer bore King Candy's face. His own gray skin, glowing yellow eyes, and signature white helmet with a red T on it was now in its place.

All for the better. With his cover blown, he didn't really need to disguise himself as the jolly king anymore. Everybody knew his real identity now. King Candy was no longer needed.

Back to his main problem—hunger.

It wasn't hard, sating his appetite. He was in a world full of candy, for mod's sake! If that wasn't a tip-off saying he was still in Sugar Rush, he didn't know what was. At least he didn't have to worry about dying of starvation anytime soon.

Turbo wasn't a picky eater. He was forced to surrender that when he took over Sugar Rush. Candy had been all he'd eaten for the past several years.

He ate whatever he came across. Lollipops that bloomed from the ground like flowers, branches of candy cane from the trees, chunks of rock candy, marshmallow fluff, some overgrown gumdrops, a good few gallons of chocolate milk… Anything and everything vanished down his elongated neck and into his cavernous belly.

Funny how he wasn't full yet…

Turbo wasn't sure how long he ate for or even how much he wound up eating. All he knew was that it was getting dark out when he looked up. The whole day had been spent roaming and eating everything that he spotted. No candy people, though. No sign of life at all, actually.

Good, Turbo thought sourly. I don't want that halitosis-ridden warthog finding me out here. Or, mod forbid, the glitch!

He abandoned the candy cane forest, locating a small cave in the side of a mountain of fudge. Instead of curling up in the tiny burrow, he proceeded to dig straight down. The fudge ground stood no chance against his razor-sharp claws, cutting through it like a hot knife through butter. Sometimes he ate whatever fudge chunks he dislodged as he dug.

He still wasn't full yet…

He continued digging until the chocolate gave out beneath him, revealing a massive cavern. The heavy scent of cy-bug hit him, causing him to rear back and hiss. So this was where the previous cy-bug had hidden! No wonder nobody had ever found it.

That is, until it was too late…

Shaking off the warning signals racing through his system, Turbo unfurled his wings and shot down into the cavern. Shallow stab and claw marks tore along the floor, proof of the other cy-bugs' presence before their eventual destruction at Diet Cola Mountain. There were loads of crushed egg shells lying around, too.

He felt a shiver go up his spine. The breeding thing freaked him out a bit. He was a guy. Yet he was a cy-bug…thing…now. Did that mean he'd be having babies eventually?

I hope not, Turbo thought, clearing away egg shells so he could curl up. I'm not interested in either being a parent OR dealing with kids. Did enough of that as King Candy…

Though he'd never say it aloud, being King Candy had been fun. After the first year or two, he'd nearly forgotten about TurboTime and Road Blasters. He began to fall into the silly nature of the sugary-sweet monarch, making stupid puns and racing without a care in the world. He'd even begun to let those brats into his heart…

Then the glitch had to spring up and cause trouble. After all the warnings and threats he'd sent her way, a trip to the fungeon included, she still tried to ruin his happiness. Then Ralph appeared with his stupid medal and everything went to hell.

Shaking those thoughts from his mind, the cybrid curled up on the chocolaty floor of the cavern and let himself drift to sleep. As he fell into sleep's sweet embrace, he couldn't help but think something was wrong. There was a strange nagging in the back of his mind.

Deciding to deal with it when he got up, Turbo fell asleep…

…and glowing blue eyes opened seconds later, the cybrid rising to his full height and wandering toward the far wall of the cavern.

.o.o.o.o.

Turbo awoke to his stomach growling at him. It made a grinding noise, like badly-oiled machinery. Then again, cy-bugs were mechanical insect-like viruses so it made sense. It didn't help that every inch of him left stiff as a board. Was sleeping on the ground that bad?

Rising, he stretched until his long back snapped, filling him full of sweet relief. Skittering up on all four legs, the cybrid decided to answer his stomach's call and flew back to the tunnel he had made in the cavern's roof. Hopefully, nobody had seen the big hole at the base of one of the fudge mountains.

He spent most of the day eating, though he dared to creep around and try to pinpoint exactly where in Sugar Rush he was. No such luck. He had to be on a far corner of the map since he couldn't hear the revving of karts on a track or the cheers from a crowd. Noises he longed to hear once again…

Stop it, Turbo! You're a cy-bug now! You can't race anymore!

Turbo reluctantly returned to feasting on all the innocent sweets around him. Not being able to race in his new form was quite depressing, even with his ability to fly. Flying could never compare to racing, though. It didn't have the same thrill, the same excitement, the same rush of adrenaline, as racing did. It just wasn't the same.

Shaking those depressing thoughts from his head, he finished his sugary buffet before heading back to his new lair. It was getting dark out again. His second day since regenerating and nobody had seen him yet. So far, so good…

He didn't initially register that it wasn't as dark in his new home as it was the previous night. He simply fell back on the idea that either his eyes had adjusted or that cy-bugs simply had better night vision. The fact that everything seemed to be tinged green further backed up the latter idea.

Curling up where he'd lain the previous night, hunger sated but his stomach still refusing to be full, Turbo went back to sleep. Maybe he'd make more progress tomorrow, actually attempt to find a track so he had a better idea of where he was. Better yet, he'd know where the glitch likely would be. He'd need to avoid being seen if he didn't want to be deleted again. That hadn't been fun the first time around.

Turbo was barely asleep for a minute before blue eyes snapped open once more. The large cybrid abandoned his chosen sleeping spot, instead heading toward the far wall of the cavern again.

Closer toward the strange green illumination…

.o.o.o.o.

Awaking to even more aches and pains and soreness, Turbo resolved to make himself a proper nest today. Marshmallows would probably do best. They were fluffy and soft, perfect nesting material. It might be hard to find enough to make a cybrid-sized nest but mod be damned if he was going to let all this pain and soreness continue each morning. It was making him more agitated than usual.

Agitation led to recklessness. Recklessness was the last thing he needed right now.

He spent the entirety of the day eating and searching for marshmallows. He accidentally stuffed a few in his mouth before remembering that he needed them for a proper nest. He forced himself to make multiple trips down to the cavern, depositing armfuls of marshmallows onto his sleeping spot until he had a massive pile. After a bit of testing, some accidental thoughtless snacking on said marshmallows, a quick nap, and more trips to retrieve the fluffy treats, he finally had himself a monstrous nest that not only supported his weight but made sleeping comfy. No more aches and pains!

Since nest-making took up much of his day, he was forced to feast on sugar partway into the night to sate his hunger. Warning bells sounded at the thought that his stomach never seemed to get full but Turbo ignored it. It was probably a cy-bug thing. It wasn't like it was hurting him either, so why bother worrying about it? He focused solely on eating until he was forced to waddle back to the cavern.

The cavern was gradually getting brighter, illuminated green by some unknown light source. Turbo pegged his cy-bug vision as the cause and went to sleep. Maybe he'd sleep in tomorrow as a reward to himself for making such a comfy nest.

Sleep came quickly for Turbo…

…while the cy-bug within woke up, searching out the light source eagerly in order to add to it.

.o.o.o.o.

"Okay, something is seriously wrong with me," Turbo muttered.

Though morning came without pain, the soreness was still there. Not to mention how tired he was. And how cranky he felt. He was tempted to sleep in but something was nagging him—the same thing from his first night in this cavern. Something was wrong…

Getting up from his nest, he wandered about the cavern in a daze. His stomach was growling again and he ate chunks of fudge to calm it. His legs were wobbly, making him stumble about. He left like he'd just crashed from a sugar high. Or just crashed in general. Maybe he did?

He wasn't sure.

The green glow caught his attention. Funny, it seemed brighter along the far wall than anywhere else…

Exhaustion and curiosity got the better of him.

He headed over to the wall, following the strange green glow. Rounding a fudge boulder, he froze in his tracks when one of his legs touched something. The cybrid backed off, tails stuck straight up in terror. That fear became shock…then it became disgust…then he was uncertain how he felt.

In front of him, lining the entirety of the far wall, were a good thirty or forty cy-bug eggs. Round turquoise eggs with hexagon-shaped patterns on their shells. All lined up neatly in rows, as if specifically placed that way.

As if someone has laid one, moved a bit, laid another, and continued on that way…

"Oh mod, no!" Turbo groaned.

He was the only cy-bug…thing…in Sugar Rush right now. These eggs couldn't belong to anyone but him! And all the morning issues hadn't been from sleeping on the floor. They were from laying eggs, probably done in his sleep.

Turbo felt like screaming like a little girl in disgust. He'd had eggs! He—a male—had laid eggs! Did cy-bugs even have genders?! Was his status as a male irrelevant now that he was part cy-bug?

"…Mod, why me?" Turbo complained.

.o.o.o.o.

It was a very weird sensation, laying an egg. Turbo had never been curious about women giving birth or egg laying. Ever. He still wasn't interested.

This only increased his desire to never be privy to such knowledge.

It had been two weeks since he had regenerated. A week and a half since he discovered that he was apparently having eggs. What were once thirty or forty eggs…had now become several hundred. All glowing green with hexagon-shaped patterns on their shells.

At least they kept the cavern well-lit.

But now Turbo was running into new problems. The glitch somehow knew he had regenerated. She and her little army of racers, the handyman and his soldier wife, and the halitosis-ridden warthog were slowly, but surely, searching all of Sugar Rush for him. It would only be a matter of time before he and his nest was discovered.

Parental instinct would force him to defend his eggs to the death, Turbo guessed. He couldn't help but admit to feeling attached to the tiny objects. Whether he liked it or not, they were his. He was responsible for them.

Not to mention the glitching. It was rare but it happened. Turbo had quickly discovered that leaving Sugar Rush was a big, fat no-no. He was a glitch now, ironically. He couldn't game-jump to escape his pursuers this time.

Not that he intended to run away.

He had worked long and hard to make Sugar Rush into his personal paradise. Regardless of all the trouble it would cause, he wanted that back. He wanted to race again. He wanted to be the best.

One way or another, he'd get into the code vault and fix this. He'd figure out what caused him to regenerate into this half cy-bug form. Maybe there was a way to turn back.

As for his eggs… Well, the cy-bugs seemed to obey him on Diet Cola Mountain. Maybe they'd obey him again here. They'd make good combat forces to wear down Ralph and the soldier woman from Hero's Duty.

And once everything was fixed, he'd make that glitch pay for messing his plans up.