"Leave me be. Go away."

Sour Bill looked hesitant; he wasn't sure if he should leave the King alone or not. The monarch had been acting strange lately, almost depressed. But the bitter cough drop knew that he had to do what the king asked, so he took one last glance at the ruler before stepping out of the room.

King Candy sighed as he let his guard down, flopping lifelessly onto the squishy marshmallow bed. What day was it again?

"Oh yes, I remember, it's…" the Candy man's heart almost stopped beating as he gazed at the calendar on his wall.

"That's… Today isn't it…"

Thirty years ago, today. He could hardly believe that it had been that long.

"I shouldn't be sad," King Candy whispered to himself as he stood up and strode over to the calendar, "In fact, I shouldn't even be remembering this! That isn't my game anymore! It never was!"

The sugar ruler turned to the mirror, staring at his reflection.

"I'm King Candy, ruler of Sugar Rush! Who's Turbo? Not me, I'm sure!"

His deranged expression flickered away for a moment.

Denial.

Something broke.

A few minutes later, he stood in the middle of his trashed room, blood trickling slowly down his face.

His appearance in the mirror caught his attention. The leader's eyes looked sunken in and dark, and his skin was losing its pinkish glow.

"I'm a monster," he muttered.

For a second, the man saw Turbo glaring back at him.

He clenched his fist.

The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the castle.