Cracking Code
A.N. I had this idea ever since I saw Wreck-it Ralph. What else should I say? Not that I don't own the mov- dang it. Any who... On w/ the awesomeness!
Turbo's POV
I should be dead. Multiple times. I mean, I barely escaped my game, got eaten by a cy-bug, and got vaporized. I could easily explain the first two, but that's for later. I should be dead 'cause of a fourth reason, but that's for later too. The third time though, was a miracle.
When I first opened my eyes, I was on the ground. I didn't feel Sugar Rush ground. It felt more like... carpet? Then, a sharp pain was felt on my head.
"That's for killing off Road Blasters." Who said that? I looked up to see the most beautiful girl this side of the Mississippi.
BONK!
"Ow!" I said almost two seconds after the bonk, which, unfortunately, on my head.
"That's for killing off your game," Mystery Girl said.
"I'm sorry, who are you exactly?" I asked, my head still burning in pain.
"Isa B. Crosby. Not that you would care." Isa said. "And to how I found you? Let's just say that the arcade's open."
I looked around. The arcade was open. And bustling, too. So how could only she notice me?
"I guess you already know my name." I said. "Also, there might be a price on my head."
"Wisecracks can't soften the blow, Turbo." she said.
Turbo. I never really liked that name. More on that later.
"So, Turbo..." Isa said, "I see that you are not dead. But you are not well, either. So let's make a deal."
"I'm listening..." I said. Isa was a really intriguing girl.
"You live at my place until you get back on your feet." Isa finished. "You'll pose as a foreign exchange student. People are dumb enough to believe it."
"What's the catch?" I cautiously asked
"You have to tell me every bit of your life leading to this moment." Isa said. "Do we have a deal?"
I didn't think about it for long. "We have a deal. Can we please leave?"
A.N. So, what did you think? FYI, Isa is going to be one of my central fic characters, along with Becca L. Litwaik. Review! Flames accepted!