My name is Spritza Cherry. My twin sister, Coca, and I are part of an update that Sugar Rush got some time ago. We have become two of the most popular characters in our game, mostly because we have certain power-ups and abilities together that the other characters don't have on their own. Of course, things weren't always easy for us. In fact, when we first appeared in our game... well, I'll just let the story unfold on it's own. So, I guess I better begin at the beginning.

Coca and I generated in the middle of the racetrack, just before the Random Roster race. Everybody was just staring at us (which was very embarrassing) and then a girl with raven hair and hazel eyes hopped out of her cart and walked up to us.

"Who are you?" She asked, sticking her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. A hoodie, can you believe it? Those things went out of style ages ago! I was eager to make some friends and start establishing myself in the social ladder here, but with her? No way.

"I'm Coca Cherry!" My sister chirped, ever ready to be friendly with losers. She clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head to the side with a smile. "Who are you?"

"Vanellope Von Schweetz, at your service." The girl introduced herself with a mocking bow, a smirk plastered to her face. Then she turned her attention to me. "And who are you?"

"Spritza Cherry." I replied coldly, giving this ridiculous girl my best 'not interested' face.

She looked right back at me in silence, allowing the pause to stretch until I started getting uncomfortable before a smile stretched across her face once more. "Well, Spritza, I suppose you and Coca should meet the other racers." She turned and looked back at the anxious characters standing near their carts. She gestured towards us and the racers immediately swarmed forward. Each one introduced themselves in turn, though I didn't really pay much attention to most of them. Few of them even seemed worth getting know, and the only ones I had any real desire to strike up a friendship with were Crumbelina and Taffyta, both of whom seemed much more my speed in both style and personality.

In contrast, I could tell through the tenuous mental link my sister and I have that she was carefully memorizing each and every name. I could feel her determination to at least attempt to befriend every character here. It took me a few moments to even register exactly what I had just thought. Then I took a few more moments to comprehend it. A mental link? A quick dive into my own memories of my programmed backstory confirmed it. Apparently, Coca and I had always had a very strong relationship as twins, to the point that we can often read each other's emotions. As babies, this ability had resulted in us accidentally influencing one another in how we felt. Now, we could control it a bit better, being able to shut off the flow between us if we desired. Or at least, that's what my code told me.

I pulled my attention back to Sugar Rush as Coca nudged me. "Taking a dive into the backstory already?" She teased, wrinkling her nose.

"Shut it." I replied, punching her in the arm. She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to Vanellope, who had just finished discussing something with a small, green cough drop. I heard it mutter something in reply and then wobble off of the track. Then Coca and I walked up to her. "Okay, you clearly have some authority here. What's going on?"

The raven haired racer paused and then started scribbling something down on a clipboard the cough drop had given her as she spoke. "The Random Roster Race was just about to start. I sent Sour Bill to double check the Code and make sure you're in the race, and then we'll continue as usual."

My confused expression must have been pretty good, because when she looked up from the clipboard, her sarcastic demeanor broke as she dissolved into a fit of giggles. After she recovered, she quickly explained what the Random Roster Race was, who Sour Bill was, and how exactly one could check the Code. Once she finished, my sister nodded once and then muttered something about how very much she enjoyed being lectured on how games worked, to which Vanellope snorted and rolled her eyes.

"I'm gonna go check on a few things. You two just... hang tight." She walked off towards the other racers, leaving me with my obnoxious twin.

"Well, she seems nice." Coca said after the messy haired girl left.

"Yeah, so nice of her to just walk away and leave me here with my annoying sister." I rolled my eyes pointedly at her.

"Rude! I'm not that annoying!"

"Yeah, and that crash you were in three years ago only caused a few scratches."

"Hey now, we agreed never to discuss that again!"

"So?"

She glared at me and opened her mouth to say something else, but then Vanellope walked back over. "Okay, you're all set! I'm assuming you already have carts?"

"Yep!" Coca replied instantly with a grin.

"What? No we don't."

My twin gave me a look and then turned back to Vanellope. "We do."

"And what makes you so sure?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips incredulously.

"I dunno, I just... feel it in my Code."

I was about to protest that that wasn't a good reason at all, but then a boy called from across the track. "Hey guys! Check this out!"

Coca turned and then grinned. She skipped in a circle around me, gloating that she 'told me so', and then ran over to the two carts that had just generated in their spots behind the starting line. "This is sweeeet!" She laughed as she hopped into the one that was obviously hers. It was a rusty brown bottle shaped cart with cherry pit wheels and two long cherry stems for exhaust pipes. "I'm gonna call her... the Pop Fizz." She grinned excitedly.

I wandered up and ran my hand over the edge of the other cart. Its body was the same shape as Coca's, but it was lime green. There was a sliced lemon for a seat and four, thick lemon circles for wheels. Simple, yellow exhaust pipes extended from the sides.

I must have been standing there admiring my cart for at least five minutes, when I suddenly became aware of someone talking in a low voice behind me. I turned around and gaped at the sight before me. A boy was leaning against Coca's cart and my sister was leaning casually towards him. She had her eyes half-lidded and was talking slowly and quietly. I immediately knew exactly what she was up to, and the trickle of flirtiness that reached me through our link only confirmed my suspicions. She laughed a bit and said something that I couldn't hear. Then, as I watched, the started leaning closer to each other. I'll admit, I panicked. I immediately marched up to them and yanked the boy away. I crossed my arms and glared at him while my twin stared at me in shock.

"My sister doesn't kiss on a first date. So why don't you back off for a while?" I said, still holding my death glare.

"Hey babe, we were just having a bit of fun. Loosen up." He smirked playfully.

"Don't call me babe."

"Why not?"

"Just don't."

"Oh, c'mon Spritz. Cool your lemons." Coca said, hopping out of her cart to join us.

"You are way too young to be dating."

She scoffed. "And you're not?"

I blushed slightly and opened my mouth to retort, but then there was a beeping noise and a flash of pixels, and suddenly an annoyed Vanellope was in between the three of us. "Would you guys cut it out with the sibling rivalry thing? We have a race to get started."

"Yeah, Spritz, we have a race to get started." Coca said, imitating Vanellope's cross body language.

I narrowed my eyes at her and slowly walked back to my cart. "Okay. Let's race."