This is meant to be the very last time she gets caught in the Fungeon before Ralph arrives.
So..yea. R&R, stuff like that, I don't own anything...blahbitty-blah..
Vanellope struggled against the grip of the metal, once again caught and dressed in chains, hooked up to the walls. Fourteen years...and she STILL kept trying. Just trying to race. Just once. There wasn't even a look of defeat in her eyes anymore, she was just annoyed. She could break out of the chain, so-called "glitch-proof", again and again and again and she would keep doing it until someone would let her in the race.
But King Candy wouldn't let her do that. King Candy called her a glitch. So did the entire Sugar Rush population. Even the programmed licorice birds, the sprinkle squirrels, everything living was coded to know to avoid her. To stop her at any cost. But why, she never knew. The only thing that King Candy would ever say was "Because you're a glitch!". But this never answered anything, it only raised more questions.
WHY was she a glitch? WHY had the great programmers above decide to code her, to go to the trouble of designing every last detail about her, right down to the bottom of her rubber boots?Only to FORGET about her entirely? It didn't make any sense. And WHY couldn't she race, anyway? Nobody told her. They only told her she was a mistake, never meant to happen, and a hazard to the game. But HOW was she a hazard? How was she, in any way, a danger?
She never knew. For fifteen years of her life she had known nothing but rejection. No one liked her, no one treated her as if she was even human.
She thought back to Turbo.
The legend passed from the other Sugar Rush racers; she had heard it when they talked it over the campfire one night, while they were roasting marshmallows . This was the first time she had heard it.
Turbo took two games out,one of them his own, and is now dead. And all because some players threw him away for some other game with cool graphics.
They didn't know better, but you know what they should've known?
They should've known abandonment can do things to you. It can cause you to get jealous, murderous even. And she knew this. Because she had personally felt rejection very first time she had tried to introduce herself to the other racers, they jeered at her and pushed her away. And the second, and the third.
Fifteen years of this, she had to put up with. Fifteen years of nothing but solitude and hopelessness, that she would never be able to do what her heart wanted to. To RACE.
All Turbo wanted was for someone to play his game, but they wouldn't let him have that. They caused him to go and kill off both games.
She wouldn't do that to her own game, but she felt what he felt. And she decided that if she ever met him, she was going to go up to him and say,
"We're not so different from eachother, are we?"