Author's Note: Okay so first WiR fanfic, please be nice. This fic will have original characters who will have some pretty big parts but since those pretty big parts won't involve chasing the tails of canon characters hoping to get some ass, hopefully that won't be a problem for most of you. Meant to be read like a sequel to WiR, meaning that I am not changing anything from canon, I am merely adding some elements to fill in blank spots. Some of these elements are based on my role plays as cy-kingturbo on tumblr, but I will try to avoid repeating plots from them.
Warning: Will contain Vanillatastic (Turbo/Vanellope), OCxOC, Hero's Cuties (Felix/Calhoun), one sided OC/Calhoun, language, violence and maybe sexual content, I haven't planned any, but if the mood calls for it...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wreck-It Ralph, other than having a legally bought copy of the movie and a Vanellope doll, characters whose names you recognize belong to Disney. If you do not recognize them, they are my original characters, or ocs belonging to friends who allow me to let their characters cameo in this fanfiction.
Break with the Past
For a long time there was sweet silent oblivion.
Or maybe it wasn't a long time, it was really hard to tell when it was oblivion. It felt like a long time at least, like he'd been there drifting in darkness forever. He didn't know there was more than this. He didn't have a name, a past, or a future. This was it, this void, it was everything, and all he ever needed. Then something called to him from somewhere beyond the black around him. Voices...voices...
If he ever said his first thoughts weren't Who disturbs my slumber? He'd be lying.
Eyes snapped open, alert and confused, but mostly enraged and he slashed blindly at shapes that were gathered around him. Some small part of him recognized them, but only vaguely, as if from a far off dream. His claws slashed someone across the middle, practically in half, the startled screams were a delight to him. He rose to his feet, back arched dangerously, hissing and snarling in warning. Several of the figures jumped at him, crying out words he only half understood, but took to mean a threat.
He was an animal, surprised and angry. It fueled his power, making him just that much stronger than the morsels around him. He swatted them away with ease, their puny weapons making absolutely no impact against his hard shell. Outraged cries from them quickly turned to terror, and their attempts to subdue him became efforts to escape just as quickly. They were fast, and smart enough to run in different directions, he couldn't chase all of them, instead being forced to pick one target. The beast caught one man who struggled in vain against his grip, although the struggling was hardly necessary. Sure he'd been caught, but the monster didn't really know what to do with him now that he had him.
A rumble came from within.
Never mind, he knew what to do with his prisoner now. He smiled, his tongue tracing his lips as the man was raised toward them. Realizing what was intended, the man's struggles increased, but with no luck, the claws didn't even clutch him tighter, the predator was confident his prey would not escape.
"Turbo, stop!"
The others had failed, but that voice reached him, and suddenly everything fell into place. He was Turbo, former racer of Turbotime, forced into exile when a stupid decision had cost him his home and his reputation. Outcast. That was what he was, an Outcast, hiding in the depths of Game Central Station with others like him, struggling to survive day to day, until he'd moved into Sugar Rush. He'd ruled the game in relative peace for many years, he couldn't leave without exposing himself, but he'd sent Sour Bill out with messages to other Outcasts, hidden as he was, inside foreign games.
Then Wreck-it Ralph had arrived, bringing with him a monster from Hero's Duty. Turbo was oblivious to it, and more concerned about Vanellope being on the board and getting a kart...Ralph had helped her, he knew that much, and on the track Turbo had tried to stop her, accidentally reveaking himself in the process...
After that...
Turbo dropped the man he'd been about to devour, recoiling in horror when he realized what he'd become. After the Glitch- the rightful ruler of Sugar Rush- had escaped him, the last thing he had seen was the open maw of a creature alien to the sweet little world. Everything beyond that was fragmented flashes he didn't have the will to organize into a complete memory. The former racer stared at his hands, now claws, and backed away from the gathering. They'd only meant to help him, and he'd...he'd...!
They weren't in Sugar Rush anymore, this was the Underground, a hidden level beneath Game Central Station. It was used by them as a halfway house for Outcasts without a game. Racing was a dangerous occupation, but it was Turbo's passion, and for it he had programmed himself so deeply into Sugar Rush that he'd be able to regenerate in the case that he ever needed to, never expecting to be back in this place. Death by broiling hot cola, bound by Cybug weakness was never anything he'd imagined could happen to him. The Cybrid trembled.
"Turbo." The voice from before, the one who had made him snap out of his rampage.
He glanced down, "General..." Misery rang in his voice and he lowered his head to look his ally in the eye.
The General, as the man called himself, was a tall character with blond hair and narrow blue eyes, the man had hard features and an almost permanent look of disinterest. He was dressed in a military uniform, black with red detailing on the rims of his long coat, the collar of which was large and hid his face from certain angles. The General raised a hand to touch Turbo's face, one of few the racer trusted to do such a thing, likewise Turbo was among only a handful who knew the General's name. They locked eyes, man to monster, the General's eyes were wise and hard, part of it was him being programmed that way, but he had also lived a life that made them such on their own.
Ashamed, Turbo couldn't hold that gaze and shut his eyes.
"Look at me." The General said, his voice had a natural command to it, but this was a request, not a demand and Turbo opened his eyes again. The General's expression rarely changed from his typically uninterested gaze, but the man had a smile now, and seemed to actually be impressed by something. "Perfect." He concluded removing his hand after his inspection. What, him? Well, considering the General's back story that didn't really surprise Turbo but...
His neck slid back, sinking into the shell of the Cybug body, and Turbo's limbs, way too many of them, pulled closer to his far too large body. Self-conscious, wanting to make himself smaller, to hide from the eyes that didn't agree with the General's declaration. "This isn't what I want..." Turbo groaned, tears stung at his eyes, but he refused to shed them. He was a racer, not a weapon!
The General's hand touched his face again, "You were yourself when we found you." He said, "The transformation didn't happen until we brought you down here, I suspect you will change back as well."
Okay, that should have been obvious, there was no way the Outcasts could have carried a fully grown Cybrid from Sugar Rush to this forgotten hole without being noticed, let alone through the small entrances and tight tunnels. Turbo ducked his head further back, but how long would he be like this, would he be able to control it?
Another figure stepped forward, the man Turbo had tried to eat moments ago. Noticing who it was, the racer turned monster wasn't convinced it had just been the man's bad luck that he almost became dinner. A growl emanated from his throat, returned with a glare from the man it was directed at, but the threat was ignored in favor of talking to the General. "What now?" He asked.
The General folded his arms, his 'scheming position' as it had been dubbed. While he awaited and answer, Turbo felt an odd sensation wash over him, red light flashed over the others. Like a glitch, his body had just temporarily broken up into pixels. The General nodded to him, it had happened before while he was unconscious, a prelude to his transformation, proving that it was possible to change back. Turbo gave a small sigh of relief, the General may be happy with what he had become, but racing was all Turbo ever wanted, beyond that was probably whatever had come with the Cybug code.
The General's arms unfolded again, "I don't know, I need some time to think of a new plan."
"In the meantime because of Turbo's screw up I doubt it's safe for any of us to remain where we are." There was more than a hint of blame in the other man's voice, and Turbo growled again in response, but couldn't argue with him about it. The General too gave him an annoyed glance, understanding that what had happened was beyond Turbo's control.
"I agree. The arcade will open again in a few hours. I suggest all of you take the first opportunity you get to retrieve your code boxes and return here." The General admitted. "Send word to everyone else to do the same."
The man spoke up again, "And then what, wait down here until you come up with a new plan? It's going to get awfully crowded in here, especially if bugboyis still like this." Another warning growl, the last one he was going to give, "May I suggest that we each get our code boxes and insert ourselves into a different games so we're less likely to be discovered?"
The General hated to agree with him, it was written all over his face that he didn't appreciate the man's blatant attempt to appear more in control than him. But a good idea was still a good idea, and he gave his approval. "Tell the others."
The group started to disperse, heading back up to Game Central Station to do as ordered, even the loud mouth left, and soon only Turbo and the General remained. "It was too risky to try to retrieve your code box," The General told him, "It is still in Sugar Rush's code room, as such you are still connected to that game. I don't think the Princess will have any need to go in there, but we can't ignore the possibility that she might and will discover it when she does."
"So should I go back and get it?" Turbo asked, and then gestured to his body which pixelated again, "Wh3n I chAng3 bacK of c0ur5e." Note to self, don't try to talk while face is breaking up.
The General shook his head. "No, you need to remain down here so I can study the patterns to your transformations, I won't risk you exposing yourself, and the rest of us, if you turn into the Cybug in the middle of the Station, or while you're in the game. I will make arrangements for someone else to get your code box."
Turbo didn't like the use of the word 'study', but he trusted the General, and he did have a point. It was unlikely that the General would try to purge the Cybug code from him, so until Turbo could find a way to do it himself, he would need his help understanding and controlling it. Nodding in agreement, Turbo found himself suddenly very tired. He'd been unconscious for some time, but that didn't give him much real rest.
He glanced at his surrounding, the Underground was much like Game Central Station, but instead of many trains, there was only one, with a single destination. The walls had cracks and holes in them that homeless Outcasts used as shelter until the General found them suitable games to be programmed into. Turbo had his own hole that had his old kart hidden in it, but in this from he was too large to fit in it and instead curled up right where he was with a dejected sigh.
The General sat down, leaning against him unafraid, "There's another reason I don't want you going back into Sugar Rush." He said.
Turbo understood immediately, "I know, I know, but I thought if I went in while the arcade was open-"
"-Do you really think I'd let you anyway? If you kill Vanellope there's no way to cover it up. I know you, you're thinking about how you're going to kill her right now, aren't you?"
Turbo gave an irritated growl, but didn't deny it. He shut his eyes again, envisioning Vanellope, the princess turned glitch who by now would undoubtedly have returned to her thrown. He pictured her big bright eyes, that sweet little smile, and could almost hear her annoyingly cute laugh...
...and easily imagined it turning into a scream.
Author's end note: Hope you enjoyed, you've just met two of the three major ocs that will be featured in this fic, the next you'll meet in the next chapter. Wondering how this is going to turn into a TurboxVanellope story if he's planning to kill her right now? Keep reading to find out!