Since there seems to be a shortage of Turbo/Vanellope fanfics out there, I decided to take things into my own hands and make one myself. So, here you go. I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not, but here it is anyway. R&R as always! :3

"Ya know, Bill, even now, I kinda feel bad for him." Vanellope hopped onto a swirly-colored rock just a few feet away from Sour Bill.

"Mhm..." Said the neon ball, looking unfazed. This is what she liked about him. Vanellope could literally say anything, anything at all, and he wouldn't look disgusted or surprised. She could just dump her feelings out and he didn't mind the least bit.

They were trekking through the candy-cane woods, to get to an abandoned part of the land, the Fudge River. Vanellope wanted to add more to the track, as she knew that it was too short for both her liking and her fellow racers. They wanted something longer, so here she was, planning it out.

"I mean...Turbo was just a guy who wanted his own game. It's not like he was really, truly evil or anything. I bet he didn't really mean to take out two games at once...right?"

"I have to disagree, Ms. President." Well, this was unlike him. "Must I remind you that he nearly destroyed your game?And possibly others by unleashing the cybugs?"

"Well, yeah, but.." She hopped off, jogging to catch up with the surprisingly fast adviser. "Turbo wasn't himself when he was a cybug...king...thing... Besides, at any point, he could've killed me when he was KIng Candy, but he never did, right? He just threw me into the fungeon."

"Miss, may I also remind you that he kept you a glitch for fifteen years of your life, of which you spent in misery, just so he could have the crown?"

She was silent. Yes, for the first fifteen years he had pushed her aside, but now she's twenty, (despite her appearance as a nine-year-old, and her behavior). She'd been thinking this over for five years straight. She wasn't sure why, but she always fought to seek innocence in everyone, even if they tried to take over the game. Turbo was no exception.

She never forgot his face. The murderous look, bordering on insane, and yet she still thought he had to have some ounce of humanity left, but he was deleted, and it didn't matter. Even if she found proof, it wouldn't have an effect.

Sour Bill look over himself to the President, in deep thought and staring at the ground. She barely noticed when she nearly tripped on a licorice vine. He took pity. He wondered what it was like, to spend five years after a battle you've already won, and thinking it was still going. Oh well, he had been sent out here to preform a task, he wasn't about to let a wandering mind slip him up. "Miss President, it seems we've arrived."

The River was deep and vast, and filled to the brim with oozing fudge that clung to the sides and swam like molasses. Pastel-colored mountains lined it from the beginning to end, leading to a large, chocolate pool.

Vanellope looked at the sight, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the mountains carefully. "I'm thinking... ramps. Lots of 'em. They'll go in between the mountains, so when you shoot off one, you'll land on another, curve, and then drive off another ramp that's right next to it. And it goes on like that until the pool..." The now excited woman drew her plan into the dirt with a twig;It looked complicated. How ever she came up with the idea of it so fast by just looking at the river for three seconds confused him. 'Wandering thoughts...' he warned himself.

But then, there was the subject of coding the whole thing. Sour Bill knew a thing or two, so she asked him to help her with it. Of course he would, I mean, being an advisor for twenty years must have earned him some kind of knowledge.

They had made their way back, slowly I might add, the walk was long and the only reason Vanellope didn't drive was because it was so overgrown and unused here that the various plants and candy crystals might get stuck in the wheels.

Soon, they had gotten to the castle and into the glorious throne room.

"Behind here..." Sour Bill had led her to a tunnel behind the throne. It was lined with glowing, electric-blue tubes and looked nothing like the normal, candy-like set up Sugar Rush was composed of. Bill went up to what looked like a huge version of a controller, and punched in a password.

"up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start." She had heard the sphere say, and a door had opened up to inky blackness. In the middle of it all there was a mass tangle of boxes and glowing, blinking wires of what she assumed to be code. Sour Bill then tied a long rope to Vanellope along her waist, and the other end along his (where ever his waist is). He jumped off the edge and swam out, dragging Vanellope in tow.

"...woah..." said Vanellope, in silent awe. She had never been here before. Well, really she had been here, but she had never gone into the codes. There was that one time she managed to sneak back here, when she was a glitch. The password stumped her though, and the doughnut police caught up with her.

"Leave the coding to me, Miss president..." Sour Bill drawled. He swam in between the wires expertly and tapped his hand on a box labeled: Fudge River. Vanellope watched and saw him start to program new strings of code, so that the ramps were slowly but surely being coded into the game and as a part of the Sugar Rush race way.

Eventually, she got bored, because of her minute attention span, and tried to wander as far as the rope would allow her. She spotted her own code box, which was grand and huge and when she tapped on it curiously, recieved a warning not to mess with her code from Bill unless she wanted to accidentally erase herself from existence (it's been known to happen before).

But...something caught her eye.

In the very far off, flickering and buzzing faintly...there was a tiny box that was separated from the rest of the code.

She couldn't read the words and desperately wanted to get a closer look, but Sour Bill wouldn't allow it. 'I have to slip out somehow. We don't weigh anything anyway so he won't feel it, and he's too busy programming stuff...' She softly untied the thick rope from her waist until it was floating behind her and swam silently towards the darkness, close enough to read the words on it. But it was far from anything she'd thought she'd see.

Turbo .

She rubbed her eyes, but the white words stood firm. No. Surely his code isn't still alive? This was impossible! Every cell was screaming at her not to touch it, but curiosity got the best of her and she would never rest until she found out why the heck it was still here, separated from the rest of the wires.

She tapped it once, and it grew slightly larger and appeared to hold only one item. It was a transparent box, that didn't seem to be anything. Fighting her nerves, she pressed it, and a text box popped up:

Y/N?

Her eyes flicked nervously from one letter to the other, trying to decide if this was a good idea. But then,

"President? Miss Venellope!" Darn it...Sour Bill discovered her disappearance!She whipped around and quickly swam back, but her hand had accidentally flicked against the Y, and the box had shrunk until it disappeared altogether with a soft click sound. As soon as she caught up with the frantic adviser, she stole a glance back and realized it was gone.

'What have I just done...?'

As she assured him and they made their way back, she never noticed two new boxes in the system, hooking themselves up as if someone invisible was doing it. They started to flicker and glow.

One was labeled Turbo,

The other, Virus 108