Well, you all said you wanted a sequel, so I'm proud to present the very first chapter! It's shorter then the chapters in 'Sweet and Sometimes Sour,' but I hope you will like it all the same. And just so you know, this chapter was inspired by two different songs. The first is 'Wish You Were Here,' by Avril Lavigne, and the second one is 'Monster' by Skillet. Both are absolutely incredible songs, which obviously I don't own, since I just told you who they are by. I'm sure once you read the chapter you'll be able to see what is inspired by what.

And speaking of what I own and don't own, remember, I don't own Wreck It Ralph or the characters in that movie. The only person I own is Lemona Lime, my OC whom we all love so very much. Now please enjoy this chapter, and remember to review afterwards so I know how I'm doing!

Chapter 1

It was the middle of the night. The arcade had been closed for hours, and there were no duties that needed to be done. Inside the candy themed racing game of Sugar Rush, the carts had all been put away, all of the pieces to make new carts the next day had been made, and the race tracks had been swept and repaired. Now was the time for sleep, and most were making good use of the time. However, in a little workshop hidden by a bunch of Fuzzy Peach trees set rather far off from where the hustle and bustle usually took place, one small child lay wide awake.

She had been having trouble sleeping for at least a week now, and she knew exactly why. During the day the child was very busy, too occupied to really think about things that bothered her. But at night, when there was nothing else to do, that was when all of her regrets and problems ran amuck in her brain, whispering tauntingly inside.

Lemona Lime turned over on her sponge cake mattress for the millionth time that night and curled herself into a ball, hoping to make herself as small as possible. Her cotton candy blankets, which were of the best quality, were doing nothing against the freezing cold that came from her sadness. She knew that the only thing that could make the cold go away was a hug. But it couldn't be a hug from just anybody; there was one person in particular that she wanted this hug from. And it was impossible for that person to come and see her.

Every night she heard his voice, over and over again. It was always soft, a hushed whisper that echoed all around her workshop. But even though it was quiet, she was always able to pick out his lisp. Sometimes after he spoke she heard him chuckle, and the sound just made her heart ache more. At those times she would close her eyes and see his face, a face that she had once grown to trust. Sometimes, if she was really agonized, she would hold out her arm in a desperate attempt to touch the image she saw, eager to touch the one person that wouldn't her to lose control of her body and actions. It almost would have been funny to think that though he didn't have any physical control over her, he did have the power to take over her, make her do things that she would never even think to attempt on her own.

"Lemona…My thour little lemon drop. I mithhhhh you…"

Trying to hold back a sob, Lemona curled up even tighter, wishing there was some way, any way to block out that voice. Her voice shook as she responded, even though she knew very well that he couldn't hear her. "I-I-I m-miss you t-too T-T-Turbo."

There had been a very good reason for deciding to never see him again; Lemona knew that. It had been what was best for herself, and for the game of Sugar Rush. When she was around him, Lemona changed, and she had decided before that last day that she did not want that to happen again. She loved the way she was, and so did every other citizen inside the game and out. But still…God, how she missed him!

Finally Lemona couldn't stand lying on her bed any longer. Shakily, her strong emotions causing her to glitch even more than usual, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the cake. As soon as her feet touched the floor she stood, and her bright yellow nightgown fell down around her legs. Taking small steps, with her sunny blonde hair grazing the floor behind her, Lemona headed for her work bench, where a couple of tools that she'd forgotten to put away sat. She knew that building wouldn't make her feel better—she had tried this trick multiple times before—but she felt like she had to try. She was willing to do anything to end this suffering.

She picked up a hammer, but before she could start, a sudden wave of anger broke out of her. Unable to control herself, she let out an inhumane growl and hurled the hammer towards a wall where a row of shelves stood, each shelf covered with jars of various types of candy, which she used to construct the cart parts. The hammer contacted with a jar of jelly beans, and as it fell to the ground, glass and jelly beans rained down. Not even noticing, Lemona then swooped her hands down and across her work bench, shoving everything to the ground. Once the top of the bench was cleared she then began beating on it with her fists, continuing to scream like a banshee. Eventually, she even grew tired of that and overturned the chocolate log piece of furniture.

This was what she had thought she had banished deep inside of her long ago, what she'd hoped to never feel again. Bitterness, rage, jealousy, vengefulness: each was a feeling that she had experienced when around HIM. Each was a feeling that turned her into the sour monster she had absolutely no desire to be.

Half an hour passed before the feelings began to die down and Lemona realized what she was doing. Panting, she stared at her destroyed workshop, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Oh sour lemonade." Cursing inwardly, she went to grab the dust pan and broom, watching her step so that she wouldn't cut herself with the shards of glass that were everywhere. She had to get this cleaned up so that nobody would suspect a thing in the morning when they came asking for parts.

Lemona's greatest fear was that one day, this would happen in front of her friends. For now it was only occurring at night, when she was all alone and nobody could hear her. In her heart she felt that it was only a matter of time before she grew too tired to prevent it all from breaking out and causing her to hurt the people she cared about, but she prayed that she was wrong. She wished that she could tell her close friend and the president of Sugar Rush, Vanellope Von Schweetz, but she couldn't. Right now, everybody trusted and relied on her. If she revealed her problem, she would lose all of that and much more. So far it had been manageable. She just had to keep pushing on and trying to be the strong, brave girl that she knew she was. But it was nights like this that made that difficult. It was mere child's play for the emotions to break out of her when she was miserable and thinking about him.

Lemona was almost done sweeping up the mess on her floor when she noticed another broken jar. Cautiously, she bent down and picked up the largest portion of glass, reading what was left of the label. Toxic Waste.

"Sour lemonade!" Dropping the piece of the jar and allowing it to shatter into smaller pieces, Lemona jerked her anxious gaze down to her feet, which were standing in a pool of neon green liquid. Now yelling her curses out loud, Lemona jumped out and started scraping her feet across the clean portion of floor, trying to remove the juices. Toxic Waste was an extremely dangerous candy to be working with in all forms, solid, liquid, and gas. It was something that Lemona only used in the most crucial and necessary times. Misuse of the product could lead to serious code problems including mutation, corruption, or even deletion.

Once she believed that she had wiped her feet well enough, Lemona whipped on a pair of rubber gloves and filled a mop bucket with diet cola, the only thing that could be used to clean up a Toxic Waste spill. After plunging her feet inside and scrubbing as hard as she could, she then spent a good chunk of time cleaning and double cleaning her floor, mopping up the waste and disposing of the broken glass in a Hazardous Material bucket. Then she checked herself over in the mirror. Her hair hadn't turned bright green. She still had all of her fingers and toes. She was glitching more than usual, but that was because she was scared out of her wits. Nothing seemed to be wrong as far as she could tell.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Lemona put her cleaning supplies away and slumped back into bed, no longer glitching. At least her horrific experience had made her stop thinking about Turbo for now. And because she was now too exhausted to feel anything other than her exhaustion and had already unleashed her sour feelings once that night, there was no doubt in her mind that it wouldn't happen again until tomorrow night. So Lemona fell into a restless sleep.

She was in such a deep and restless sleep that she failed to notice her body beginning to tingle or the person that crept into her workshop, chocolate eyes shining with utmost desire. The person approached her bed and with as much caution as a welder carrying a piece of white hot metal, lifted her body up and out of the bed. Then, as quiet as a mouse, the person turned around and left, not noticing how the prize being carried was beginning to change and grow.

Please review and let me know what you think. Do you think this will be better or worse than the first story? Or perhaps you think it will be the same? Anything you like or don't like so far? Let me know your thoughts!