Chapter 1

(Disclaimer: I don't own Wreck-It Ralph. Review please.)

Turbo peeked out at Game Central Station. Most of the time he stayed hidden, but he had to look around sometimes to see if a new came had entered the arcade. He was mostly looking for racing games honestly.

No one was around. Since it was the middle of the day, and almost everyone was in their games, that made sense. Turbo walked around Game Central Station. It turned out a new game had been added. Something called Polybius.

Well that's real helpful. He thought sarcastically. What kind of game is it?

Whatever kind it was, it didn't seem like it was very inviting. Unlike the rest of the arcade, it was no lit up, despite having lights, and he didn't see any way to get in. There was no train, that was for sure. Turbo wasn't sure if he could walk to the game, there was always a train or he'd take his car. Maybe I'll just leave it. He thought.

He might've too, but at that moment, he heard voices. Turbo whirled around. Someone was leaving their game! Well what are they doing that for?! It's broad daylight!

There wasn't enough time to hide . . . except in the place right behind him. Turbo turned back to the tunnel, and despite having no train, jumped in.

It turned out you could travel the cords by walking, it was just a long walk. Eventually Turbo did make it to the other end, and he almost wished he hadn't. The scenery was very disorienting to say the least. The entire place had the back round of black and white circles, like a bull's-eye. Except it was moving, and it was all around him, practically moving through him. He couldn't even figure out what was supposed to be happening in the game. He closed his eyes at the flashing.

Turbo was so badly disoriented it took him a moment to realize someone was touching him. Once he figured that out, he opened his eyes and turned around, slapping them away. "Personal space!" then he blinked in surprise. He couldn't see anyone there.

"Sorry Turbo." Turbo blinked. He couldn't have imagined that, could he? Then the person moved, and Turbo realized why he hadn't seen her. She was dressed completely in black and white-her skin was kind of pale and her eyes and hair close to black too-causing her to blend in with the target spirals. "You are Turbo aren't you?"

"Of course." Turbo replied. "The-"

"Greatest racer ever." The person finished for him.

Despite the danger of someone knowing he was alive, he was actually kind of pleased, this person knew exactly who he was. Then she tilted her head again and gave him a look of fake confusion, "There's just one thing I don't understand. I didn't think the greatest racer ever would get replaced."

Turbo tried not to show he was angry, his fists were still curling up though. "I didn't get replaced." He said through his teeth.

"Oh, so that wasn't why Litwak put RoadBlasters in the arcade?" The girl asked. "Did you just admit you were wrong?"

"I am not wrong!" Turbo yelled. "I'm the greatest racer ever and I will not be replaced by anyone else!"

The girl flashed him a trouble making grin. "In that case," She stepped to the side revealing two cars, "Let's race." She skipped over and plopped into a car.

Turbo smirked. She wanted to race? Boy that was a mistake for her. He walked over and sat in the other car. Seemingly out of nowhere, a race track appeared. A man, that Turbo was also pretty sure hadn't been there before, came up with a flag. They both waited for him to start the race, then took off.

Turbo zoomed past the girl and couldn't help but laugh. She was terrible! And this was the easiest race track ever! "Turbo-tastic!" He shouted. Then he gasped as in front of him he saw a body, and not just any body. It was one of the Turbo Twins. Without bothering to think, to realize both twins were dead, he swerved to avoid him. Once again, something seemed to pop up out of nowhere. This time, it was a wall. Turbo smashed into it.

The girl whizzed past him in her car. She was laughing, and going faster then she had the entire race. Turbo quickly looked down at his car so he could get it moving again. But . . . his car was no longer there. Looking back, he saw the track was no longer there either.

What's going on? He wondered. This game was kind of starting to freak him out.

Then he looked to his left and saw a large black podium. He stared up, on top of it was a first place trophy, and standing on top of the trophy, was the girl. "It's Turbo time!" She growled.

Turbo took a step back. That voice sounded familiar. The girl started laughing just as Turbo realized why he recognized the voice. It was his own! Only . . . creepier.

Turbo turned around and took off running. He wasn't even sure if this was the way out of the game, but he had to go somewhere. He was starting to see things in the target spirals now.

Turbo saw the exit tunnel. He was almost out! Then the floor dropped out from under him. He fell into a dark room that seemed like a prison. At least there were no spirals in this room.

Unfortunately the girl was there, and she was laughing again. "What's wrong Turbo? Stay and play TurboTime." She laughed then looked thoughtful, but it was a fake emotion again. "Oh wait. TurboTime's gone. I guess we'll have to play RoadBlasters instead."

That was it! Turbo got up and lunged at her. He tried to wrap his hands around her neck. He was going to choke her, smash her head open on the floor, cause her a horribly painful death. He had to do something about her anyway, since she knew he was alive. But none of the happened, because he fell right through her when he tried to touch her.

He turned back around, but stayed on his back. The girl was still sitting there, smiling at him. "What are you?" He asked.

The girl gave him an evil grin, her pupils growing a little. "I'm Pollybia. AND I'M THE GLITCH OF THE GAME!" She took a few steps closer to him.

Turbo crawled backwards, away from her. Then he fell backwards. He shut his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw he was back in the tunnel. Turbo grinned. Turbo took a few gasping breaths, half expecting this world to fall apart too. But it didn't. He got up and dashed away from the game as fast as he could.

(I might have failed at this. Oh yeah, and half the things that happened in the game were obviously illusions, and Pollybia is the one in charge of sending subliminal messages. If I ever make a WIR fic longer than 2 chapters, I'll probably include more on the Pollybius world, because I came up with a good deal of ideas for it.)