Turbo's POV
Darkness engulfed me. I couldn't feel anything. The intense pain was gone. Then the light returns. The bright sun shines on my face, with the familiar cotton candy clouds high in the sky.
"How am I still alive? What the hell is going on?!" I can't believe it. Just…I thought I was done for. I thought they finished me off. They as in that giant fool Ralph and that stupid whiny girl Vanellope. If he hadn't come in here in the first place, none of this would have happened! I would still be King!
I laugh loudly. I'm still alive. Though they may have succeeded to reset Sugar Rush, they have failed to get rid of me. It appears that I must have changed my coding so much, that I am literally part of the game. Since I am part of this game, and died, I regenerated. "Fools…" I hiss.
It appears that I've regenerated in the middle of a candy cane forest. Red and white invades my sight, and as I glance around my surroundings, I find myself to be sick of this place. This is the land I've ruled for so long, where I was in control, and where I won every single race ever since I've first arrived here. And ironically enough, I can't stand this place, it's awful. It reminds me too much of my failure to prevent the events that previously occurred. I want to get away…I need to leave this hell hole.
And that's what I decide to do. Then a thought crosses my mind. If I leave, where will I go? If I go out into the Grand Central Station, people are bound to notice me. Everyone knows who I am, and what I did. They even called my actions of hopping games and taking them over by my own name. Then there is the Surge Protector who will prevent me accessing any game after today's events.
There has to be a way out of this arcade, there has to be. Suddenly I remember. I've heard rumors of this place, though no one knows how to get there. It's a place much bigger than the arcade itself, a world much grander than anyone would have imagined. A world of endless possibilities. A city, they call it. An endless city full of other games that no one imagined existed. They've heard all this from an outsider a few years ago. Everyone thought he came from a new game that was recently plugged in. Though he'd say, he wasn't from a game at all, and neither was the so called game. He'd say he came from a place called the World Wide Web, or Internet for short, and that he arrived here via laptop. He said that the computer was plugged in, and out of curiosity, entered the Game Central Station. Though he didn't stay there for long, out of fear that the laptop might unplug soon.
Everyone would ask who he was, and he'd say he was just a wanderer. He would talk about the wonders of the Internet, exciting everyone around him. But what he was and what he did, remained a complete mystery.
The event of this happening again is an extremely rare occurrence. But once it happens, I'll be sure to take advantage of it, and take over any game I desire.