Sticky remembered feeling nothing. Absolutely nothing would be the best way to describe being deleted. It had been weeks since Sugar rush had been unplugged and the girl was itching to race. She remembers heading towards a racing game that was popular with the boys of the arcade to play. The other racers advised her not to, they tried to stop her, but she ignored them and went anyways that evening and raced with the other karts and vehicles of the game.
The next thing she recalled was crashing and instead of being catapulted into some soft whip cream or hitting some cherry pie, she was launched straight into the cement and that's when she started feeling the overwhelming feeling of nothing. She knew then that she must had been deleted and she was going to accept the nothing, accept her mistakes that she had made and live forever in this world of nothing.
But then she felt it, she felt it pull her back, the warm tingly feeling grabbing at her from all around her body. It screamed at her from the inside out and yanked her back into the land of the living. Sticky slowly opened her eyes and looked up to the blue pixelated sky that lay out before her. She sat up, slowly, and observed her surroundings. Where ever she was, she was definitely on what looked to be a race track. The grass surrounding was perfectly green and there were a few trees and other minor decorations but other than that the place seemed rather bland.
Sticky used the little strength she had to stand up and walk about, hoping to find somebody. But after several minutes of walking it seemed the girl was in some sort of ghost racetrack as she was literally getting nowhere. "Hello?" Sticky called out and looked around the track, no one responded. Again she called out and waited, but still no one. Sticky had almost given up when she heard the sound of an engine roaring in the distance. Frightened she immediately rushed off the track, fearing that she might be in whoever is driving's way.
Sticky looked out and down at the other end of the track and noticed a kart in the distance, thundering down the way. She squinted her eyes to get a better look, wondering who was driving. Unfortunately she couldn't see the driver but she could make out the red and white design on the kart, which she didn't recognize to be anyone she knew kart.
The kart came closer, and closer, and closer until it slowed to a stop just a foot or two before her. Sticky held her breath as she watched the driver exit the kart and walk towards her. They were wearing a red and white jumpsuit and she couldn't make out their face underneath their helmet which equally matched their outfit. The being stood before sticky and silently watched her, Sticky approached them slowly but wasn't sure if it was a friendly being or a foe.
"H-hello…um my name is Sticky.." she said softly and the being nodded its head. "You know?" she asked and they once again nodded their head. Sticky swallowed the lump in her throat and figured out what to say next. "I'm sorry..but where am I, who are you, and why am I here?" she asked all at once and the being stood still, not saying a word. Sticky swallowed again, unsure what to do. The racer was rather frightening looking and he almost looked like a ghost of some sort, no matter how hard she tried to focus on their face it was as if it was programmed to remain hidden.
"I…I just want to get back to my friends, please explain to me why I am here!" Sticky yelled, finding courage within the frightening moment. The white and red racer seemed amused with her fear and pointed back behind him on the track. Sticky gulped and looked behind the racer and down the track. As soon as she laid eyes on the road she noticed several other karts zooming down the road, all seeming mysterious and almost frightening looking just as this red and white one did before her. But although mysterious the karts had an almost familiar look to them. As they neared Sticky and the phantom racer, her eyes widened as she recognized who the racers were.
Trying to run away, she turned to make a break for it but immediately ran into another being who had been there all along and was knocked over onto the ground. When Sticky looked up she was surprised to see a girl looking strikingly similar to Vanellope, her Sugar rush Princess, only instead of a usual dopey smile this girl had a look that could kill.
"Hello Sticky, welcome to the Racer graveyard…"