Author's Note

I don't own Wreck-it Ralph

Hello again! Just to let you know, this happens during some of the last montage bits and end credits of the movie. It includes them, at the very least.

Also, for a good deal of this is gonna be a collab with my friend, 'hrhowling'. I'll let you know which awesome chapters and stuff she wrote. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Turbo-time Twins

It had been exactly one week since Sugar Rush had been reset, Vanellope's glitch fixed, Ralph being treated fairly, and Felix with his dynamite gal(muffled laughter from everyone present), and Turbo gone for good, everything was looking up.

Vanellope and Ralph were headed over to Pac-man for the Bad-Anon meeting, which the princess, I mean president, had been invited to. When she spotted two lonely figures sitting on a bench. They wore blue racing suits and helmets striped with white, had light gray skin and glowing yellow eyes. They were identical in every sense of the word. Vanellope pointed at them from her spot on Ralph's shoulder.

"Who are they?" she asked curiously. Ralph looked over, scowling when he saw.

"The other two racers from Turbo-time. Hey! Where ya' going?" called Ralph, following after Vanellope as she speed-glitched closer to the twins.

"Going to meet them, a'doy, what else?"

"Believe me, kid, thier nothing but trouble." Vanellope put her hands on her hips, giving the Wrecker a disapproving stare.

"Just like a certain Stinkbrain who no one thought could be a good guy." Ralph visibly flinched."Give them a chance!" she waved her hands in the air before continuing towards them. The twins looked up at the,

"Hi!" they looked down to see a girl just a couple of inches below their height.

Drift, the quieter of the two, ducked behind his brother, peering at Vanellope nervously. Shift, the other twin, grabbed Drift's hand in his.

"Uh, hello. Who are you?" he asked.

"President Vanellope von Schweetz! What are you doing out here?" the twins looked at eachother.

"Trying not to go insane from boredom." replied Shift in a slightly smart-alecky tone.

"Aren't you guys racers?"

"Yes." they replied simultaneously. Vanellope took a moment to think over her following words. This could end very well, or very badly. But she knew what it felt like to be denied doing what you knew was in you code, and to be taunted about it as well. It wasn't to hard to decide.

"Well, would you like to join my game?" the two blinked at her, once, twice, before Drift nodded enthusiastically.

"We accept!"

"Hang on." said Shift. The two looked at eachother silently for a moment. "Can we have a chance to think about it?" Vanellope nodded seriously.

"Sure. Just come over to Sugar Rush when you've made up your minds!" she called over her shoulder, running and speed-glitching back over to where she left Ralph, the two friends heading for Pac-man once more.

The two brothers look at eachother. "Why don't we join? We'd get to race again!" exclaims Drift, holding his hands in front of him and turning a pretend steering wheel some. Shift seemed a little iffy about it.

"I dunno, people haven't really been to nice with us. And since everyone discovered what Turbo did in that one game, everyone's been jerkier than usual." It was, unfortunately, true. No one had really liked the twins after Turbo went turbo, and they'd been hanging out in Game Central Station for the past thirty plus years. The two kept a low profile, trying to stay out of trouble and prove that they had nothing to do with Turbo's game-jump-turned-unplugging.

Everyone eventually ignored them, but what with Turbo having been discovered inside this racing game, most everyone had given them dirty looks, as if it were their fault.

"Come on, please? It's so boring out here!" Drift gave his brother his best 'puppy-dog' pout, eyes huge and lip trembling, giving a little sniffle now and then for added affect. Shift could only resist that look for a minute before he looked away in defeat. Drift gave a quiet cheer and hugged his brother.

"So, can we go now?" asks Drift, hopping to his feet. Shift grabbed his brothers arm to keep him from dashing off blindly.

"Hang on a minute! That Penelope von Treats person went into another game, remember? We should wait until she comes back." pointed out Shift, gently pulling him back to the bench. Drift seemed to deflate before perking up again.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Shift put his arm around his brothers shoulders.

"It's okay, bro, I understand how you feel. I'm excited to. I mean, to be able to race again . . ." Shift finally seemed to grasp at the idea. To race again. to drive 'round and 'round the track, adrenaline pumping and pedal pushed to the floor, trying to get ahead of two other cars, one blue and one red . . . . .Shift felt his chest tighten.

He looked down to see Drift hugging him tight, eyes shiny with unshed tears. "I miss him." was all Drift said, but Shift knew who he meant. Turbo. Despite all that had happened, Turbo was still their brother. Nothing could ever change that. Nothing. Wrapping his arms around his brother, Shift replied,

"Me too." Just a few hours later, Vanellope and Ralph were heading back to Sugar Rush, the twins intercepted them.

"We'd like to take you up on your offer." started Shift, and Vanellope jumped down from her perch on Ralph's shoulder. She ended up landing right on top of Shift, tackling him to the ground while Drift unsuccessfully tried to stifle his giggles. Shift pushed her off with a laugh.

"You aren't getting mad about it, good. I had to see, 'cause your going to be living with me and all." the two blinked at her.

"We are?" asked Drift, tilting his head. "Where do you live?"

"In Sugar Rush, a'doy, where else?" she bounced ahead, Ralph and the twins following close behind. Drift was undeterred by Ralph's large frame, and only Shift kept a close eye on the Wrecker. In the past, people had tried to pick fights with them, and Drift, being the weaker-willed of the twins, couldn't ever really fight back. Shift was very protective of his brother.

They both gaped a little at what they saw. "Whoa . . . . .that's a lot." was all Drift could think to say, and Shift couldn't help but agree with him.

"How did you guys meet?" asked Drift suddenly, child-like curiosity getting the better of him. Vanellope launched into the story of how Ralph had crashed into Sugar Rush, helped her make a kart -the one they'd be riding in- and defeated Turbo, who was disguised as King Candy, and stopped all the Cybugs that had invaded.

"And then, just as he was about to fall into the stuff, I glitched in and got us out of there! I crossed the finish line and the game reset, fixing the game, and bringing everyone's memories back. I was the princess, but I changed it to president so I could still race." the twins seemed a bit downtrodden.

"Hey, whats wrong?"

"Well, it's just that Turbo was never a bad guy like that, not back in the old days. We had fun together. Racing wasn't just about winning; it was to have fun." replied Drift. Shift picked up where he left off.

"Yeah, like during Christmas and stuff. We would have an ugly sweater contest. No wait, that was Halloween that one year."

"Yeah, we were seeing who could make the scariest costume." replied Drift.

"I thought we were trying for the creepiest." countered Shift. They started arguing about it until Ralph gently picked them up by the collars of their jumpsuits.

"Hey, we're at the bottom of the bridge, quit bickering!" the two quieted down. They took a good look at Vanellope's kart . . . it was far from being streamlined, but both had the good sense not to say anything. Ralph sat himself on the back, the twins clinging onto his arm, as they were sat down in his lap. Vanellope took off, heading straight for the castle.

"What's a president doing living in a castle?" asks Shift.

"I was once a princess, a'doy. Weren't ya' listening?" replied Vanellope. Once at the castle, she showed them to a room right next to hers, near the throne room.

"I'll have to ask someone to get another bed, but otherwise, you're good to go!" exclaimed Vanellope, swinging the gingerbread door open. The room was decorated with shades of blue, a large bed just across from the door, a dresser to the left and a closet to the right.

"Oh, that's alright. We're used to sleeping in one bed." replied Drift, jumping onto it and messing up the sheets and covers, spreading out his arms and legs.

"Yeah, we had only one bed back in Turbotime, so we'll be good." finished Shift, pulling open the closet to peer inside. Vanellope watched for a moment.

"How old are you guys?" Drift peered at her from the bed. "As in, our programmed age? About fifteen."

"And Turbo?"

"Fifteen. What are you getting at?" Shift looked down at the girl. He was only a couple inches taller than her, really.

"Well, you guys look really young, but when we saw Turbo, he looked like some sort of old dude. Anyway, I'll give you guys a tour of Sugar Rush when your ready! Come on, Ralph!" Vanellope bounced out the door. It didn't take long for Drift to get bored of exploring the room, prompting him to drag Shift out and find miss president.

"I forgot to ask earlier, what are your names?" the twins blinked.

"Well, I'm Shift-"

"Hang on!" Vanellope interrupted, scribbling on something before slapping it onto the front of Shifts uniform. It was a paper-wrapper name-tag that now read, 'Shift, special guest of the president.'

"And I'm Drift." Vanellope scribbled down the same thing for Shift -but with Drifts name, obviously- and slapped it on the front of his suit.

"There." she said triumphantly. "Now I can tell you guys apart. Now come on, lets go!" Soon, Drift and Shift found themselves perched on the back of Vanellope's kart, gripping as hard as they could.

"To Royal Raceway!" she shouted, rocketing ahead as her two passengers did their best to hang on. After a quick show of how to get from the castle to the Rainbow bridge in case of an emergency, she showed them around the Royal Raceway, meeting a few of the racers.

Taffyta was an immediate jerk. "Oh, so you worked with Turbo?" she asked nastily. Drift cringed, not quite sure how to respond.

"Well, uh, yes, but we-"

"But nothing! You've come here to take over our game, haven't you?" she accused getting in his face and shoving him hard in the chest. Shift marched over and pushed the taffy-themed girl away from his brother.

"Hey, back off! We didn't do anything, we were invited here." he pushed Drift behind him, as was habit, and glared back at the other girl. Vanellope quickly stepped in.

"Leave them alone, Taffyta. It's not like they wanted Turbo to do any of that. They're my special guests, and their gonna be joining us on the track soon. They're gonna end up whooping your butt soon enough, so buzz off!" she snapped, before turning on her heel and marching off, dragging the twins behind her.

"Don't mind Taffyta, she just likes telling 'newbies' off. Now get on the kart." explained Vanellope. "Besides, I want to show you my old home. Next stop, Diet Cola Mountain!" she shouts out. Once the twins were holding on tight, Vanellope sped off at top speed for the mountain. When they made it, she didn't slow down; rather, she kept on going straight for the mountain!

"Stop the kart!? What are-" shouted Drift.

"-you crazy?!" Shift finished for him. They both flinched back as they went right through the mountain wall; like it wasn't even there. Drift immediately started shouting out,

"WHOOHOO!" while Shift held a hand to his heart, breathing hard. Yet it was hard not to share his brothers enthusiasm, though. Vanellope lead them around the mountain, showing them where the track Ralph had built once was, and where her old house had been, the unfinished ramp, and the stalactites hovering over the broiling pool of searingly hot cola.

"You really used to live here?" asked Shift skeptically. Vanellope shrugged.

"Well, yeah, everyone said I was a mistake and that I wasn't even supposed to exist, what do you expect?" she returned cheerily. Drift, ever the huggy-feely one, came up and, well, hugged her.

"It's okay now though, right? You live in a castle and have buddies and a kart and stuff." Vanellope glitched herself out of the racers grasp.

"Thanks, Sir Drift-a-lot."

"'Sir Drift-a-lot'? I kinda like that." Drift muttered, grinning and shoving his brother some.

"Now come on, you gotta see this!" Vanellope continued. For awhile, they took turns throwing rocks at the Mentos stalactites, trying to get the most hits and splash-y explosions. They had finished up, getting ready to leave, when Drift noticed something.

There was something black and white, tucked behind a few stalagmites. It seemed to be moving. . . . . Drift, ever curious, went to check it out. The closer he got, the more he noticed little things about it.

It was shaped like a person.

It had a white helmet.

With a red 'T' on the back. . . . . . . . . . . ."Turbo?!" Drift cried out, running the rest of the way and dropping to his knees beside his brother. Shift came racing over, followed close behind by Vanellope, who froze in shock and terror. Shift kneeled down on Turbo's other side.

Turbo was covered in scorch marks, most going through his racing suit and to the pale gray skin beneath, the skin on his hands and face red and black. He moaned softly in pain when Drift lifted his shoulders, head lolling back.

"Turbo! Turbo, please, wake up!" Drift cried out, tears of fear and relief and worry beginning to pool in his yellow eyes. He lightly hugged Turbo to him, as Shift began to carefully look over the rest of the burn marks. Turbo moaned softly again, trying to lift his head some. He cracked his eyes open slowly, looking blindly around.

Something was wrong with his eyes. They didn't focus on anything in particular, but just moved slowly back and forth, and the color was off, very off.

His eyes didn't glow nearly as bright, and they were a pale, pale yellow, with off-white pupils. Three black scorch marks went over both eyes, from just above his eyebrows to his cheekbones.

"Turbo, buddy, can ya' hear us? It's us, Drift and Shift, your brothers." said Shift softly, lightly touching Turbo on the forehead. Turbo moved his head in that direction slowly. He lifted an arm out shakily and painstakingly slow. Shift gently took it in his hands. He seemed to be struggling to speak.

". . . . . .Dr-drift . . . .Sh-shift . . . .help . . . . . ." he finally rasped out. His arm went slack, his eyes slid closed and he slumped into Drifts arms. Drift went wild.

"Turbo? Turbo?! Turbo, please wake up!?" Drift begged, tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook the unconscious, injured racer. Shift tried to get him to stop panicking, before turning to Vanellope.

"Do you know anyone that could fix him up?" he asked, the tremor in his voice betraying how scared he was. Vanellope snapped out of her terror-ridden frozen-ness and looked more fully at the burnt, broken racer on the ground, the one crying and holding him, and the one looking at her with serious and hopeful eyes.

They were scared for Turbo; turbo, who had gotten two games unplugged and taken over hers. Turbo, who had made her a glitch and lonely and bullied for 15 years.

Yet when she looked down at the scorched racer, even with the marks on his face, she could see little of the physco who had tried to driver her off the track. Few details remained; only his gray skin, white and red suit and helmet were the same.

When she looked at Drift, sniffling and crying and cradling his injured co-worker, injured brother, and Shift, looking at her pleadingly for help.

She knew what she had to do.

"Come on, we need to get him to the castle."

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