What if King Candy found Jet?

Darkness, just darkness. That's what Jet woke up to, his head throbs in pain as he tries to move. He can't move far, looking down his wrists are locked in cuffs, glitch-proof?

-What?...Where am I?-

Groggily Jet racks his aching brain for what happened earlier.

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He was sitting against the far wall in GCS, playing with the fringe of Drift's scarf. He watched the feet of people walking past him; Felix, M. Bison, Frogger and so on. He didn't look up when fancy shoes with tights stopped in front of him.

"Hoo hoo, look at thisth! A little racther. Isth that how you -aha- meet a king?"

Jet shuffles his feet closer to himself and starts shivering, terror and foreboding was pouring from the sprite before him. Next thing he knows king fancy shoes steals his helmet and runs off with it. Jet scrambled to his feet and chases after him, right into the Sugar Rush gate. He was unable to catch the train the thief was in so he is forced to wait for it to come back. He stiffly gets into it and nibbles nervously at his thumb, the candy landscape comes into view and he gasps. He didn't even know what Sugar Rush was, let alone a racing game. His previous fear washes away for mere moment, till a flash of red and white comes into his view. Pain explodes in his head and falls back, vision darkening.

"Welcome to hell, glitch."

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Panic raises like bile in Jet's throat, he pulls futility at the chains. Soon the delicate flesh on his wrists chaff and bleed. A terrified glitch ripples across his chest. He was trapped in this dark place, enable to move. His stomach nearly flips and doubles over, dry retching. Jet bites his lip and almost cries, this place alone crushed his spirit. When the door suddenly opens and floods the room with light Jet flinches and shuts his eyes.

"Hoo hooo~ Already you're bleeding. I didn't even do anything. Heh heh."

After his eyes adjust Jet looks up at his captor, he tilts his head in confusion. But his attention is drawn to the walls, distorted and sad creatures line the walls, causing a shiver run down his spine.

-Fungeon?-

"Pay attention, glitch!"

Jet's head snaps back to his warden, a wave of dizziness washes over him and his legs buckle a little before he recovers. King fancy shoes closes the door and flicks on a light, "You may not recognize me in this form, so-"

Ripples of red glitches roll over the fancy king till horror crushes Jet's heart, -Turbo...no.-

"Hello glitch, ya miss me~?"

Jet jumps back and struggles against his chains even more, blood dripping from the cuffs. Turbo chides and strides to Jet, "Now now, stop that before I hurt you."

Jet freezes in terror, no this isn't Turbo, Turbo would never harm him like this. But the eerie face before is truly his, Jet cowers before him. Turbo chuckles darkly and grabs a fist full of Jet's raven locks forcing Jet to look at him.

"Mmmm~ You so cute right now, but first let's get rid of this annoying hair."

Jet's eyes widen as Turbo pulls out a peppermint knife and tightens his grip on his hair.

"Now hold still I'd hate to hurt this face too early~"

Jet almost threw up, this is Turbo but he's corrupted and twisted by whatever viruses and malware he picked up in Road Blasters. He has no sympathy for him but the code the two share is still working. Realizing the torture and pain he's about to endure his skin drains of color till it matches the white of Turbo's suit. The older racer laughs darkly, "What are you thinking about, the 'fun' we're gonna have?"

That voice wasn't Turbo's, it was distorted and static-y, the virus was planning something but he couldn't summon the focus to think of what. A sharp tug reminds him of his position, Turbo presses his knife against his taunt locks. The knife slashes through it like butter, Turbo lets go and moves on till almost all Jet's hair lays before him.

"There we go! Now I'll be able to see your face no matter what. Oops I cut you, oh well"

Jet trembles and turns away, the sickly warm liquid sliding down his face. Turbo removes his gloves and collects the blood dripping from Jet's chin. He licks his fingers, "You even taste like blueberries, how delightful, here try."

Jet tries to jerk his head away but a sharp blow to his stomach forces him to double over and give a silent scream. Turbo grins and presses his fingers pass his lips, making Jet taste his own blood. That was the last straw, Jet's stomach flips and he vomits, Turbo moves back.

"Gross, I didn't think you'd lose it this quickly. Pathetic."

His eyes twitch and his eye colors inverts. Jet stares in horror as a terror instilling grin appears on the viruses face. He wasn't going to have any relief during the next few hours. His knees give out and he falls before Turbo.

"You want to know what I'll do to you?"

He moves forward and tilts Jet's head back with the remaining hair. He pulls down Drift's scarf and drags his tongue up Jet's throat. He grins as it causes Jet to gasp in a mix of fear and confused pleasure.

"I'm going to break you. I'll start with humiliating you, then ruining your soft grey skin and finally-"

He leans forward and bites Jet's ear harshly, "I'll make you never want another ever again. You'll look at every sprite in terror, never being able to trust anyone ever. again. So let's give you a limited voice file."

Inky black code comes from his finger tips and forces pass Jet's teeth making him swallow the corrupted code. A broken cry of fear comes from Jet, surprise gasping follows. Turbo takes a step back, "Prefect! It works!"

Jet whimpers and trembled before the terrifying virus, feeling his heart sink almost to his feet. Turbo reaches forward and pulls off Drift's scarf, leaving Jet's soft throat completely exposed. Jet tries to stop him by biting into the scarf but Turbo slams his fist into the side of his face. Jet cries out and drops the scarf, he glares up at the virus.

"Don't press your luck, glitch."

The dark seething anger choking the air in the room suck the defiance right from Jet. He cowers away and wails in terror as Turbo lifts the knife to the scarf. A pausing glitch rolls over Turbo's face and he drops the scarf and steps towards Jet. Fear grips the small racer as Turbo stands before him.

"I call the shots, glitch, not-"

He draws the blade across Jet's face, cutting his cheek.

"-you."

He grips the zipper on Jet's jumpsuit and pulls it half way down his chest. Unbound fear shudders through Jet as the clicking of zipper teeth separate. He whimpers and a tear finally slips down his face, getting into his cut. Turbo grins and cuts his shirt off his frame, throwing the shredded fabric aside.

"Now, hmm. Aha!"

He goes behind Jet, searching for-

"There it is!"

Heavy cold metal wraps around Jet's neck so he can barely move his head now. Turbo comes back and inspects his prize. Satisfied at Jet's position he pushes the jumpsuit down his arms, feeling the smooth skin normally hidden. Jet blushes softly and turns away as much as he can.

"Now now, no need for that."

Turbo places a hand on Jet's chest, opening his Void. Jet squeaks and struggles against his chains but stops as the heavy collar chokes him. Turbo grins, "Let's see, where is your gender code?"

Jet screams in protest, swinging a leg into Turbo's stomach sending him back three feet. Stunned Turbo snarls at him, "Hoo hooo~ You want to play, very well."

Jet shudders and yanks on the chains, blood soaking his sleeves. Turbo goes up to him and slams his boot into Jet's soft abdomen, making sure to miss any bones that would soften the blow. Jet cries out and coughs up mouthfuls of blood. Turbo uncooked the chains and pushes him back against the wall. He traps Jet's arms above his head.

"I will win, little bitch."

The bruised ex-racer gives a pleading whine, Turbo slaps him and presses the collar against his throat. Jet gasps hoarsely and pulls at the chains desperately, his pupils filling to a grey. Turbo lets go, "No needing you to die on me, yet."

Jet's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, -He's going to...kill me? No! Turbo this isn't you!-

The virus chuckles darkly and reopens Jet's Void, scrolling through the lines until he finds the gender code. He grabs it and pulls the code out, tinkering with the binary. Jet shudders as his avatar becomes a her, tears streaming down her face. Turbo places the code back inside Jet with a smirk.

"Pity this isn't your actual body, mm~"

He grabs Jet's breasts, grinning like a madman.

"So cute."

Jet screams as Turbo abuses the newly formed flesh, her face beet red. Turbo bites down on one of them, Jet's body arches in pain. She can't get the scream out fast enough because he bites harder, breaking the skin. He chuckles the blood and nuzzles into Jet's smooth stomach kissing the sickly bruise forming there. A weak whimper escapes Jet's lips as Turbo stands up and forcefully kisses her. Terrified of being hit or choked Jet kisses back, her reward is a bitten lip. Turbo continues to unzip her jumpsuit til it's completely unzipped. He runs his fingers over Jet's hips up to her collared neck. She shudders at thought of what Turbo had in mind for her. Lust comes off Turbo like an aura, he nibbled and bites at the skin above Jet's boxers.

-STOP IT STOP IT! TURBO PLEASE!-

As if he heard Jet's horrified thoughts he stands up. Jet did not foresee what was about to happen, Turbo unzips his own jumpsuit with a smirk. Jet wails and closes her legs, no he couldn't..no! The smirk made by the crazed virus causes Jet's heart to nearly stop. This isn't her Turbo, this is a virus in Turbo's skin. She jumps as Turbo slides a hand down her stomach and tugs at her waistband, "I wonder."

Jet tries to look away, but the collar forces her to look at Turbo as he violates her. The hand slips past the band, she screams and crosses her legs trying to keep him out.

"Tch, you think I don't remember your 'sport's, haha you are pathetic."

Turbo's other hand brushes against the small of her back and rubs a 'spot'. Jet gasps softly and whimpers as her body works against her. Turbo leans in and games at her already bruised ear, "I can play you like a fucking game. Heh heh."

Shivering Jet chokes a cry as his hand slips lower, she's crying hard at this point. A soft cooing comes from Turbo, he lets go of her ear and whispers, "You know I love you right~?"

Fear and despair drown Jet, the virus was trying to confuse her. Sadly it's working on her, but she wails and shudders. Turbo begins to play with her, she screams. He sinks his teeth into her shoulder and laps up the blood that spills out. Only a few minutes pass and Turbo just pulls away. He smears the blood collecting in the hollow of Jet's collarbone on Jet's face, painting a smile.

"No more crying..."

The weakened sprite whimpers and shudders. She just stares at Turbo, her eyes a dull dark grey.

"Good! Your life is slipping away~ Now for the second part!"

He steps up to Jet with a grin and opens her code, changing her back to a him. Jet shudders violently at the uncomfortable situation he was left in. A fist to his face breaks his feeble thoughts. Turbo slams him against the wall and rips the collar from his neck, "Oooh~ such pretty bruises~"

He bites harshly at Jet's neck, teeth tearing at the flesh while he claws up Jet's back. Soft hoarse whimpers escape past Jet's bloody lips, and struggles to move even a little to ease the pain. Turbo snarls and snaps his teeth on the abused flesh, electing a scream from the trapped racer. He presses hard against his back and slowly drags his nails down, purring as he feels blood flow freely from the new wounds. Turbo moves his mouth down, biting and clawing at any an all skin in its way. With one last bite to the soft skin on Jet's thin hips, Turbo takes a little step back. He relishes the look of intense pain on Jet's face. He unmatched the cuffs and kicks out Jet's legs, making him fall. Before Jet could recover Turbo pins him down and presses hard against the top of Jet's left shoulder blade. A glitch rips through Jet, who screams in pain no longer able to hold down his cries.

"Now you're glitchless."

He stands up an rips off Jet's blood stained jumpsuit, leaving the smaller racer to curl up on himself. A violent kick to his legs caused Jet to tense up and scream. Turbo laughs and ties Jet's arms behind his back with his scarf.

"Such beautiful blood, flowing free~"

Turbo draws his tongue up one of Jet's wounds, the racer tenses up and screams it hurt so much. Leaving bloodied kisses trailing up to the base of Jet's neck, Turbo brushes the remaining hair aside and bites down, hard. Blood wells up quickly into Turbo's mouth and soaks the matted locks of hair Jet had left. The virus pumps a faulty vision code straight into Jet like a venom. Soon many other sprites, all angry and lustful appear in Jet's eyes. He looks at Turbo, hyperventilating fearfully, all he gets is a creepy grin. All Jet remembers before blue screening is Turbo playing with his waistband.

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Jet wakes up in GCS, Felix looking worriedly at him, "Are you ok?"

Jet shakes his head sadly, he was confused and so very lost. The older sprite places a hand on Jet's shoulder, who flinches, "Come on, let's get up to the apartments, you can sleep in the spare room."

Jet nods sheepishly and stands, legs weak. As Felix leads Jet towards Fix-it-Felix Jr. Jet looks back over GCS, his face glitches to a huge creepy grin eyes turning white. No one could stop the nightmare the virus was about to unleash.

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This never happens in the story, I was depressed last night and didn't want to destroy The Misadventures of four Teenagers. so yea...