Love this movie. Just think of this as a fun little experiment of mine.

But seriously, this fanfic will contain spoilers. If you haven't seen the movie, go see it. It's awesome.

This little plot bunny sprouted from a background character who really didn't even have a main line to one of the main character, funny thing isn't it.

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Sour Bill really shouldn't be doing this. He'd seen King Candy go back into the code several times, only Sour Bill was allowed to know because King Candy wanted to play it safe and had a lifeline plus Sour Bill to hold the line. Beyond that, Candy didn't even acknowledge the room's existence, implying that it was a secret reserved for the leaders of the games. Sour Bill had no problem in keeping it a secret. Contrary to his rather, well, sour attitude he did like his job and saw no need to go around blabbing about the most integral part of their game.

But then again, he always wondered what King Candy did back in there, even more so when he realized that he couldn't actually remember anything about their resident glitch Vanellope. Sure, she was a glitch, but at least he of all people should know what error in the program created her.

That was why he was currently tying a rope around his body (not a particularly easy thing to do considering he didn't have anything for it to catch on like arms and legs) and peering out into the web of lines and wires that comprised the lifeblood of his game.

After making sure that the rope was tight enough where it wouldn't slip off him (he wasn't sure if he could swim back to the entrance or something like that, best to play it safe) he struck off into the tangled wires.

On the way he passed his own little box representing his part of the program. It was just as it should be, little wires connecting it to everything else. Then he came to King Candy's box, the biggest as was natural, he was the boss of the game. He sighted the wire that he needed and followed it, careful to avoid hitting any of the boxes thereby possibly upsetting their position. He finally came to the origin and was intrigued by what he saw. Two box's, one representing the main character's memory, and the other just everyone else's memory, both were locked up tight in very tight chests.

That was odd, the chests still allowed the acquisition of memories (by that he meant that they could still function and remember most things like normal people) it seemed to be just blocking several large memories.

After studying the chests a bit more he moved on. He wasn't very worried about King Candy barging in on him, right now the nightly races were going on and King Candy never missed one of those. He always took the opportunity to get on the roster; very rarely did he not at least make it into the day roster.

He had to look around awhile before he finally spotted what he was looking for. It surprised him but it was there, Vanellope's box. He'd been expecting . . . well, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, corrupted text, a black sickly version of a racer's box, or even just something that showed her as a glitch.

But here right in front of him was a box, same as any other racer's box that had the name of Vanellope Von Schweetz. That was to say it looked identical, the box wasn't actually connected in anywhere, another odd thing. Glitches usually latched onto the central processes, this box looked like any connection it had had been deliberately ripped out and then the box had been flung out into the space beyond the web of code and boxes that was his game at its most basic form.

Did King Candy do this?

Sour Bill was no simpleton and it was obvious that Vanellope was meant to be a racer of some sort, perhaps a bonus character or . . . Bill's eyes suddenly widened as a thought occurred, that glitching she did, was that some sort of dummied out special ability that simply had a hard time working properly because it had been cut off from its source.

Really it was a miracle that she was still functional after she'd been ripped out of the network.

He grimaced, telling himself to stop thinking like that; King Candy must've had a good reason if he even did it. But even as he thought this, a little bit of pity wormed its way into his soury heart. He really never interacted with Vanellope but part of that was so he never would have to choose whether or not to go along with the treatment she got. He never tried to think about it, but part of him always felt uncomfortable whenever they chased her away from the races. And now he felt even more uncomfortable when he realized that, by all rights, she should be allowed to race.

Why oh why couldn't he remember her racing?

Aha, the stupid boxes that had everyone's memories locked up. He drifted back to it and noticed something he'd missed before. Several wires were leaking out of it, they didn't connect to anything but they were still there.

Back to Vanellope's and he felt his feelings of pity come back, she seemed so lonely.

Now he had a choice, should he connect a line, he had a few extra. Even if he did, who should he connect it to?

King Candy, ha, that was a truly stupid idea, if King Candy ever knew Sour Bill been back here he might be sent to the fundgeon.

Himself?

Nooooooooooo sir.

Much as he hated to admit it, Sour Bill wasn't that brave a guy, he caved easily under pressure and would never be the sort of friend that Vanellope needed, he was too close to King Candy.

Taffyta, no way. She might be better than him, but not by much. She was the most preferred racer besides King Candy and was the closest thing he had to a sort of deputy among the racers.

It couldn't be one of the normal citizens, their memories were locked up tight, no cracks at all. He suspected that the only reason the racer's memories had cracks was because they were all such major characters and some of them were so strong willed.

He couldn't connect Vanellope, too risky. That girl had a strong tendency to stick her nose where it wasn't welcome and could be a bit of a blabbermouth. Besides, if she went around blabbing about her being a great racer, not just wanting to be a good racer, it might end up ostracizing her even more so than she was now.

Sour bill drifted back to the memory chest and grabbed one of the lines. He sure hoped he knew what he was doing, if this blew up in his face or if King Candy somehow found out what he was about to do . . .

The sour candy shuddered, drop the cord and looked ready to leave the room, then he saw Vanellope's box drifting off in the distance, all alone, in the dark edges of the room.

The candy sighed and retrieved the cord again. Then he headed to the racer's roster. Taking care to avoid Taffyta's profile he closed his eyes, unable to choose one, and let the wire drift in their direction.

He heard a small sizzle and a snap and when he opened his eyes he saw that the wire had fused with the box of Candlehead, a rather unique racer.

Before he left the room, Sour Bill took an extra wire, a rather thin and extremely hard to see one (so thin that you could only see it if you were actually looking for it) and connected Candlehead's and Vanellope's boxes. Just as a little added bonus in case they ever needed the extra connection.

As he left the room, he cleared out all the evidence that he was ever there. He really hoped he wouldn't get caught for this. Then he started cleaning the throne room like always, but this time he actually looked forward to hearing if anything interesting had happened during the race.

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Candlehead was on fire. She'd already eliminated two of the competition and was gaining on the leaders. King Candy and Taffyta were (as usual) out competing for the front of the race, but this time Candlehead was determined to win.

They were playing a racetrack called "Skittle Skiing." The catch was that any crashing or weapons used in certain parts of the map (like the part she was on now) would result in an avalanche of Skittles that was extremely hard to dodge, resulting in a lot of time wasted respawning.

She was in third place and just about to pass up Taffyta for second when suddenly her body went rigid as it felt like a switch was thrown in her brain.

"All hail to the princess, all hail to the princess"

Her wheels locked as they reached a turn and Candlehead didn't even remotely try to turn, the onslaught of memories pouring into her head was so intense that she couldn't even process them all.

"C'mon you all, bet you can't even keep up with me!" said a familiar voice and Candlehead found herself responding cheekily. "Don't be so sure. Just because you can teleport doesn't mean the rest of us can't give you a run for your money."

"We'll see about that Candlehead."

The front of Candlehead's vehicle smashed into the side of the curve, snapping Candlehead out of the new memories enough for her to realize that she had crashed. She heard the inevitable sound of Skittles breaking free and, sure enough, when she looked up the Skittle avalanche had started.

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The race ended up where only King Candy and Taffyta made it through the deluge of Skittles without being severely held up. The rest of them ended up more or less limping over the finish line, then moving off to get their vehicles repaired or else regenerate lives.

Candlehead herself was still trying to make sense of what had happened when one of her friends "Minty Zaki" came stalking over to her.

"What happened Candlehead" Minty said in annoyance. "You had the perfect opportunity for being the number one racer and you crashed!? You just froze up and crashed? Are you feeling alright, did Vanellope mess with your vehicle?!"

"If only I knew." She thought to herself.

"You know what" she said "I think I'm feeling a bit tired. I might grab a couple Z's tonight to you know, try and win tomorrow night."

Minty still looked a little suspicious but then smiled and said "okay, just make sure to practice that curve, I never really liked Skittles that much."

"Will do madam Zaki" Candlehead said in an overdramatic tone as she threw a mock salute. Then she turned around and hurried off, sleep the furthest thing from her mind.

She needed to see a certain glitch.

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This is just a little experiment for me. Hope you like it I just wonder how it would've been if at least one of the racers was a little nicer to Vanellope.