A/N: Hello, this is one of the drabbles that came from my set of song-based drabbles. I decided to upload it as a single story as I thought I should've done that. Oh well, it's still considered a drabble than a one-shot. Enjoy, but I'm pretty sure you read it already.

I spoke to Turbo in my dreams, he said everything will be fine

I spoke to the devil in Miami, he said everything will be fine – a song released by XXXTENTACION on his extended play ItWasntEnough on March 18, 2016. It's about a hypothetical conversation between him and Satan.

"So, we meet again," the gray skinned racer said.

There on the opposite side of the land about ten feet away stood Turbo, the narcissistic racer who tried to take over RoadBlasters out of jealousy. Vanellope had known Turbo during the events of November 2012, when he was disguised as King Candy in Sugar Rush, having survived his unplugging somehow.

The small wisps of grass were audible as small gusts of wind blew, sending chills over Vanellope but not Turbo. The night sky gleamed, the moon shining as much as a spotlight.

"Why do you have to be wherever I go?" Vanellope asked. "You're dead. We killed you in that mountain I hid in."

"We?" Turbo asked.

"Ralph and I."

"Vanellope, my dear president, you had nothing to do with my death. Ralph only did that just for you. You on the other hand, my dear, all you did was that you prevented my revenge. You never helped him in any way. Only he did."

"I never helped him? I saved him from his death! What did you think he meant when he told you, 'just for me?' Ralph didn't want me to die. He'd rather let me have the better life than him."

Turbo shook his head. "Didn't he just wanted to help you because of his medal? The one you stole just to buy yourself into the race?"

Vanellope darted her eyes away looking for an answer. She had nothing to say from his words.

"Didn't think so," Turbo said.

"The point is," Vanellope continued, "I killed you in that mountain years ago. Why are you now with me, right in front of me? What do you even want from me?"

Just as she asked that, Turbo twirled his index finger. Before Vanellope knew it, chains snaked out of the grass and grasped around her body, removing her mobility to move. She would've glitched right out of the chains, but one glance gave her the answer she wished she never got.

Engraved on the chains were two words, "Glitch-Proof."

Turbo slowly walked up to the now bound Vanellope, hands behind his back. "I want you to become what I was."

"What?" Vanellope asked.

Turbo moved his finger again from behind him, the chains now spreading her arms and legs apart. "Become a virus like me."

A look of horror flashed across Vanellope's face. Being a glitch was already enough. It wasn't her decision to become one. But being a virus like Turbo, that was truly something she didn't want to be.

Turbo rested his arms to the side, his right hand holding something that every child, including Vanellope, feared. A syringe, full of a red liquid of some sort. He held the syringe with his thumb resting on top of the plunger, ready to insert it into her arm.

"You really don't know what it's like to be me, do you?" Turbo asked. "Well it's your lucky- wait no- unlucky day. You get to become me, forever."

Vanellope had no words. It was too late. She was about to become what Turbo was, forever. Being a virus would affect anyone and anything, and she didn't want to hurt anyone.

Turbo readied his hand, and in a second, he forced his hand into Vanellope's right arm. Wincing at the pain of the needle, all she could do was watch Turbo push his thumb down as the red fluid began to flow in her. As soon as he was finished, he backed away slowly, waiting for the effects of the fluid to kick in.

Vanellope, still bound by the glitch-proof chains, could only look down at her own body. In a matter of a few minutes, her glitches came in, but not in her signature blue color. This time, however, the glitches came out red. As every aching second went by, the glitches also continued. She couldn't control these glitches this time. She just had to wait until they stop.

All Turbo did as the effects of the fluid started kicking in was watch Vanellope suffer in the chains. His plan was succeeding, just as he expected.

After about six minutes, the glitches faded, and Vanellope was gasping for breath. Nothing about her appearance changed, thank the mods, but what her glitches does to everyone had changed.

"Now look at yourself, my dear glitch, actually virus," Turbo said, "you've become what I was before. Now you're a threat once more, a threat to everyone now."

"No. No!" Vanellope yelled in fear, as tears began to form in the corner of her eyes.

"This isn't any dream, virus. This is reality."

Vanellope had nothing else to say. All she did was cry softly at the thought of her becoming a threat to everyone, not just one game, everyone.

"Oh come on, don't do this to me," Turbo said. "I'm just doing what needed to be done."

Vanellope looked up to his face with remnants of tears on her cheeks. "Why..." she let out softly.

Turbo moved up to her and placed his hand on her cheek, ignoring the tears that were still falling out of her eyes and soaking his hand.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Vanellope's eyes went wide open in half a second as she sat up. She looked around the room and noticed where she was. She wasn't outside in the night sky bound by glitch-proof chains. She was on her bed, in her game.

The Turbo in her dream lied. That wasn't a reality; it was a dream. At least it was only a dream.

Vanellope grabbed onto her salmon colored blanket and pulled it closely to her for comfort. That was only a dream yes, but it really felt like it was reality. She could've sworn she felt the pain of the needle, the chains as they whipped out of the ground, Turbo's hand on her cheek, everything.

Vanellope immediately had one thought: that Turbo said that she knew it was all a lie.

"No, everything is not fine."