Yeah, even though it didn't get a lot of reviews, I loved writing Turbo Takes the Throne so much that I just had to continue the story. If you haven't read the first part yet, this one will still be easy to follow, but you might miss out on some running jokes. This takes place from Turbo's POV during the movie starting with his first appearance. Enjoy, you Turbo-tastic fangirls and fanboys!
Disclaimer: Turbo and other Wreck-it Ralph characters are owned by Disney.
Torque-it Turbo
By ERiN OPPEL
Chapter 1: We All Know This
The cheering of the spectators grew louder, and Turbo figured the last of the racers must've gathered at the base of his popcorn box (now with proper initials!). It was almost time for him to grace the public with his official appearance for the day.
Yes! My favourite part! Oh do hurry, Sour Bill! Turbo thought anxiously, clutching the seat of his throne. Even though he had done this thousands of times, he never got tired of announcing the Random Roster Race.
"Citizens…of Sugar Rush…"
The crowed quieted. Turbo bit back an excited laugh but couldn't keep from bouncing in his seat.
"All hail our rightful ruler…"
He clenched his fists, grinning widely. Here it comes!
"…King Candy."
As soon as Sour Bill had said his name—well, fake name, Turbo leapt through the red curtains with a flourish. "Hellooo, my loyal subjects! Ha, ha!" He showered the stands with treats. "Have some candy!"
The citizens ate up his performance. And his candy.
Turbo grabbed the microphone and turned to his diminutive servant. "Thank you for that stirring introduction, Sour Bill!" he said with a couple of pats on the ball's head.
"Mm-hmm." Sour Bill just nodded slowly and stepped back to give his king more room.
Turbo ignored his lack of enthusiasm as always and gestured to the racers below. "And thank you to today's avatars. It was a wonderful day of racing, it was. But now the arcade is closed, so it's time to wipe the slate clean and race to decide our new roster!" The pictures of the avatars on the selection screen were replaced with question marks and he continued, "The first nine racers across that finish line will represent Sugar Rush as tomorrow's avatars!"
The crowd went wild and kept chanting, "Race! Race! Race!"
I love how they get excited over anything. Makes my job easier. Turbo waved his hand to relax them. "Yes, ok, calm down." He leaned over the edge of the platform and spoke up, "Listen, this event is pay-to-play. We all know this." Though he wondered why he bothered saying that every time. Might as well go all the way with the rules now. "The fee to compete is one gold coin from your previous winnings—" he held up a coin and the racers presented theirs, "—if you've ever won, which—haha—I have," he bragged conceitedly. "Let me go first!" He tossed his coin onto a flipper, which launched his token into the giant cup above the starting line.
"King Candy!" his modified voice clip announced while his picture and name appeared on the board.
The crowed cheered as Turbo pulled on his gloves and waved to them with a gleeful laugh. He watched as Taffyta, being the second-best racer in the game, deposited her coin after him as she always did.
"Stay sweet!" she exclaimed to the fans.
As the announcer continued listing the racers, Turbo put on his helmet and wondered why it was taking a bit longer than usual. He glanced at the ground and noticed a racer he didn't recognize pay their coin. Another uncanny palette swap, perhaps? "Sour Bill, who's that last one?" he asked suspiciously while securing his goggles over his eyes.
As if in response, the announcer declared, "Vanellope Von Schweetz!"
"Yippee!" the girl cheered, removing her hood and revealing her glossy black ponytail. "I'm in the race!"
A wave of alarm swept over Turbo and he ripped the goggles off his head. "Vanellope?!" he cried in shock. Thoughts immediately rushed through his mind: Inconceivable! Where'd she get a coin? How'd she get past security? She can't be in the race!
The glitch is in the race.
The GLITCH is IN THE RACE.
All the other citizens seemed equally frightened, though for a different reason. Trying to remain calm, Turbo spoke up, "Now, now, don't panic. Everything is all right." He shouted panicky into the mic, "Security!"
At once, Wynnchel and Duncan stalked towards Vanellope with their batons ready.
"Come here, kid," said Duncan.
Wynnchel sneered, "We're not gonna hurt you, you little freak."
Turbo secretly hoped that they would. He saw them start to chase Vanellope and figured they would apprehend her in no time. Since it didn't look like they'd be racing anytime soon, what with having to deal a serious amount of Fungeon punishment (funishment?) to Vanellope, he removed his helmet. And that's when he heard a dozen girly screams.
Not fangirly screams, of course, but genuinely terrified ones coming from the racers. He whipped his head in the direction of a large, hulking beast covered in green taffy and decorated with lollipops. It lumbered across the track, pursuing Vanellope while the others racers darted away. "What is that?!" Sour Bill never told me about any giant taffy monsters in this game! Please don't tell me this has to do with a new bonus level… I hate platforming!
Vanellope crawled under one of the stands, but the monster flipped it over with ease. It continued to flip more boxes as Vanellope tried to escape, harming countless innocent bystanders.
Turbo was just glad it wasn't him. Still, he yelled at the monster, "Stop that! What are you doing?!" But the guy kept wrecking the place.
That is, until a giant cupcake fell onto him, rendering him immobile. Then Wynnchel and Duncan beat his sorry butt with their batons.
Turbo surveyed the damage and all the citizens that were trying to get their bearings. "Ok, folks, calm down!" he said, laughing nervously at a decapitated citizen who was chasing after her rolling head. "It's all right. The monster's been caught. We'll repair all the damage…" Yikes, this is gonna take forever. "Don't worry, we will have our race before the arcade opens!" He gazed around, but Vanellope had disappeared. Glaring at his sidekick, he fumed, "Sour Bill, that glitch cannot be allowed to race!" He slammed the microphone down on the platform and pointed to the monster. "And bring that thing to my castle!"
He grumbled to himself as he drove towards his white palace.
This was the worst day of his life. Well, besides the day RoadBlasters got plugged in. And the day a gamer kept crashing him into the walls and making him lose. And the day the twins thought it would be funny to get him so drunk that he would start singing terrible Cher karaoke at Tapper's and—ok, he had a lot of bad days, but this one was the one he had most feared.
Vanellope, the bane of his existence and the reason for his paranoia, was in the Roster Race. And on top of that, on the same day, he had some random monster to deal with.
This was not Turbo-tastic.
Finally he made it to the castle and drove through an open door on the side. He easily navigated the hallways until he came to his throne room. To his surprise, Sour Bill, Wynnchel, Duncan, and the monster were already waiting inside.
Hang on… How'd they get here before me? Turbo wondered before quickly shrugging off the minor detail. He circled around the green beast twice while his car horn played a little tune. That oughta show that guy who's in charge around here! He stopped and backed into his throne.
As he removed his goggles and slid off the hood of his kart, he ordered, "Sour Bill! De-taffify this monster so we can see what we're up against here."
"Mm-kay…" Sour Bill climbed on top of the struggling creature and ripped off the mask of taffy that was stuck to its face.
"WAAAAAAAAAAA!" a familiar game character yelled in pain.
Turbo widened his eyes in shock. "Milk my duds! It's Wreck-it Ralph?!" he said in disbelief, too surprised to notice his unusual euphemism or the fact that he had identified Ralph before they had a chance to "meet".
Ralph, looking very much his usual ticked-off self, asked, "Yeah. Who are you, the guy that makes the donuts?"
Turbo chuckled at the joke. "Please… No," he responded, just in case he was serious. With a grand gesture, he introduced, "I'm King Candy!"
He waited for Ralph to acknowledge his royalty or something, but all the wrecker noted was, "I see you're a fan of pink."
"Salmon. Salmon," Turbo corrected, turning to Sour Bill for affirmation. "That's obviously salm—What are you doing here?" he questioned to Ralph, realizing he wasn't getting anywhere with defending his dignity. Let him think I'm queer, the racer thought. It'll convince him that this place is mine.
"Listen, your Candiness, this is just a big misunderstanding." Ralph sighed. "Just get me out of this cupcake, I'll get my medal, and I'll be out of your way."
"Your medal?" Since when did Ralph ever get medals? The very thought of it made Turbo giggle and defy gravity for a second. "Hoohoohoo! Bad guys don't win medals," he stated, planting his feet back on the ground.
Ralph explained, "Well, this one did. I earned it over in Hero's Duty."
At this, Turbo became alarmed. "You game-jumped?" To his knowledge, no one had done that since…well, himself. "Ralph… You're not going Turbo, are you?" It felt weird to be saying that, but he didn't take too much notice because new thoughts were spilling into his mind. Was he in danger of losing his throne to the likes of him?
Ralph shook his head. "What? No, no—"
Turbo went on agitatedly with intimidating gestures, "Because if—if you think you can come in here—ha—to my kingdom, and take over my game, you've got another thing coming!"
"Easy, your Puffiness!" Ralph snapped, and Turbo's rage simmered. "It's not my fault one of your Children of the Candy Corn stole my medal."
Turbo repeated in confusion, "Children of the Candy Corn? Who'd…" He trailed off, realization coming to him. No…she couldn't have… "The glitch! The coin she used to buy her way into the race—that was your medal?"
Ralph's face flashed to desperation. "She did what?! I need that back!"
Yeah, forget that, pal. "Well I'm afraid I can't help you. It's gone, you know. It's—it's nothing but code, now!" Turbo said, waving his arms dramatically. "And it'll stay that way until someone wins the cup at the end of the race!" True, he could've just gone into the code room and gotten it out from there, but he was too lazy at the moment and he never liked Ralph anyway. He probably didn't even earn that medal.
Ralph leveled his gaze and said coolly, "Well maybe I'll just have to have a little talk with the winner then."
The nerve of him! Turbo leaned closer to glare at the wrecker. "Is that a threat I smell?" A pungent stench wafted at his face and he drew back in disgust, saying "Blech! Beyond the halitosis you so obviously suffer from!" Has he never heard of breath mints? Or SHOWERS?
Ralph growled, clearly frustrated, "Listen, Nelly Wafer!"
The heck…?
"I'm not leaving without my medal!"
Turbo smirked at him. "Yes, you are." With that, he turned around to swagger back to his throne, commanding, "Wynnchel, Duncan, get him out of that cupcake and on the first train back home." He realized mentally, Shoot, I forgot we don't have a train anymore… Oh well, maybe he'll think I'm talking about the Fix-it Felix train. He spun back to Ralph and threatened, "And if I ever see you around here again, Wreck-it Ralph, heheh…" He smiled sadistically. "I'll lock you in my Fungeon." Mod, I've been DYING to say that to someone!
But Ralph stared at him in confusion. "Fungeon?"
"Fun Dungeon. You know? It's a play on words?"
The wrecker looked blank.
Seriously, how hard was this to comprehend? "It's the f—NEVERMIND!" Turbo snapped, not wanting to waste more time on someone who was too dumb to get his clever puns. "I've got a glitch to deal with, thanks to you." He hopped back into his kart and started it up. He snapped on his goggles and called out, "Good-bye, Wreck-it Ralph! It hasn't been a pleasure! Hoo-hoo!" Turbo drove out of his throne, circled Ralph again, then exited the room. Ah, Turbo, you sure know how to handle 'em!
…Get it? Because we all know these scenes? Anyway, I cut this chapter short because it was getting too long. Don't worry, we'll see some behind the scenes stuff in the next chapter. Please sign in and review so that you can let me know how I'm doing! As always, I'm open to constructive criticism!
PS: "Torque" is a twisting force that causes rotation and refers to car engine power. I chose it for the title because A) It has to do with racecars, and B) Since it means to "twist" it made me think of the Turbo reveal plot twist. Just thought I'd share that in case you didn't get it.