(Hey, everyone! This is my Wreck-It Ralph 2 story. I decided to get this up tonight, so I wouldn't forget about it tomorrow morning. Please review! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!)
Someone was chasing me with the intent to kill me. My heart was racing, and I was gasping for breath, my chest tight and legs feeling heavy as I attempted to escape. It was becoming grossly obvious that I wasn't going to get away. Sooner or later, I would be caught, and then my time would come.
"Vanellope…" the silhouetted figure taunted.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the voice, but it wouldn't quiet.
"Vanellope…!" the person repeated. What could I possibly have done to deserve this?
The voice kept saying my name, over and over again. I tried covering my ears with my hands, but that only seemed to make the drone louder. What frightened me the most, though, was that I recognized the voice, yet couldn't quite place it…
Building exhaustion be damned, I forced myself to keep going. I was mere feet from the castle, and although terror still coursed through my veins with each frantic heartbeat, I allowed myself to have hope. It was right there…so close—!
And then, just when I could practically feel the smooth texture of the candy-door beneath my fingers, my legs finally gave out, and I crashed to the ground with a loud and painful thud! Half-rolling over, I looked down at myself to find severe bruises and steadily-bleeding wounds covering my lower body. Wonderful…!
Suddenly, a huge shadow swallowed my tiny frame, and I whipped around. Who I saw nearly made my eyes bug out of my head.
"T-Turbo! Is that you?" I asked, shock paralyzing me. "But you're s-supposed to be dead!"
An evil smirk came to his face, and as he lifted a hand, something glinted brightly in the moonlight. I dared to look closer and instantly regretted it as a large lump formed in my throat. Why did it have to be a knife?
"That's what everyone thinks," he taunted, "and that's why I need to get rid of you!"
He raised the knife higher, and I could only stare in shock as tears filled my eyes. At that moment, I had but one question running through my mind: where was Ralph?
It was at this point that I woke mid-scream, trembling and drenched in a cold sweat.
Looking around, I realized I was still in my bedroom in Sugar Rush castle, completely unharmed and safe. I was breathing easier by the time Sour Bill burst through the door seconds later.
"Miss von Schweetz, are you alright?" he inquired in his usual deadpan.
"I'm fine, Bill," I assured him. "It was just a bad dream." He didn't do or say anything else, but he didn't leave either, and after another few moments, I smiled minutely. "Go back to sleep, Bill. I'll be fine. Thanks for coming to check on me."
He mock-bowed—"Madame President."—which made me smile further before walking out and shutting the door quietly behind him. I rolled onto my side and covered my head with my thick comforter.
Turbo had been dead for two years, so why would I suddenly have a nightmare about him trying to kill me? Granted, that had been his life's work, but still... None of it made any sense.
And yet…what if my dream were right and Turbo were back? Logically, I knew that was impossible. Felix and Tamora saw him die! If he'd been resurrected, I would feel it in my code, and all the games would be glitching something major!
I was just being paranoid. That's all. Everything would be just fine...
From a distance, a certain game-jumper and young man gazed upon the castle.
"Can we get her now?" the boy queried eagerly.
"Stop jumping ahead!" the older male beside him admonished. "Wait until she trusts you, Luke, and this plan will be foolproof!" He peered up at the sky, expression malevolent. "I highly doubt that Warthog-Ralph friend of hers will be able to get her out of this!"