A/N: I am spitting out new ideas like a machine gun. Not that I'm complaining, just one of the advantages of being new. So, here in this story, there are segments that switch from past to present (and back),and they're signified by TWO line breaks instead of one. So, without further ado, Dancing Pigs.

Chapter one: Findings and viruses

"Come on, Stinkbrain, I wanna see the wreckage!"

Vanellope was urging Ralph to Diet Cola Mountain, wanting to check out the damage done to it when Ralph erupted it just a few days ago. Ralph finally picked up his pace and they reached the mountain. Vanellope stepped through the secret entrance, with Ralph in tow.

"Sweet mother of monkey milk," Vanellope exclaimed when she saw what happened to her old home. Jagged shards of hard candy was the new floor, and everything smelled burnt.

"C'mon kid, let's get out of here," Ralph said, while steering Vanellope out of the mountain, when she heard someone moaning.

"Did you hear that?" Vanellope hissed while stopping in her tracks.

"Hear what?"

Whoever that was moaning stopped, but Vanellope could make out pained breaths.

"Over there," she pointed to a ditch made by the shards. She glitched there, materializing on the shard above the ditch.

"Ahh!" She exclaimed in surprise.

"What? What is it?!"

Vanellope whipped her head up towards Ralph. "It's Turbo!"

Turbo himself awoke doubled over somewhere dark. The last thing he remembered was hearing the glitch in the mountain exclaim that she found him, and Ralph coming over and almost squeezing the life out of him, to the point where he blacked out. He tried to adjust to the dark, but there was nothing to adjust on. He tried to get up and walk around, but when he tried, he was pulled back. Turbo glanced at his hand, and saw it was chained. He realized he was in the fungeon, in the cell that was designed for Vanellope. He also saw that the places that were burnt were in a bandage, so he probably wasn't going to die soon. He couldn't think anymore, because the door opened, and Vanellope stepped in. She looked serious about something.

"Turbo, you know you did something horrible, right?"

"Right."

"And, you don't deny those crimes deserve execution?"

Turbo swallowed. "No."

"Huh. I thought I'd get more of a fight. Anyways, as a merciful President, I'll give you a chance to live."

Turbo's head shot up at that. "Go on."

"In ten seconds, tell me why you should live."

"Because it wasn't my fault," Turbo declared without missing a beat.

"Not your fault?" Vanellope repeated, perplexed. "What do you mean, not your fault?"

Turbo sighed. It was hard enough living those twenty-five years, and he really didn't want to recount them. But, he had no other choice.

"...I'll tell you. Get comfy, glitch; this is going to take a long time."

Vanellope walked closer to Turbo and sat a foot away from him. "What happened?" She asked him curiously.

Turbo faced her. "This may sound cliché, but it all started a long time ago-"

"How long ago?"

"A long time. Anyways, word in the arcade was that there was a virus loose in Game Central Station, and it was the kind that lies dormant..."

"...Waiting for a game's program to activate it. And, that's why it's important to be careful in your games," the Surge Protector finished his speech to the arcade. All the characters glanced around nervously, except Turbo, who just scoffed. All the games have firewalls, so there wasn't a problem! Turbo pushed past all the other characters to get to his game's outlet. He was sure that nothing would happen to his game.

The day came and went without event, as usual. When the arcade closed, Turbo scrambled to the top of the stands and yelled out at the screen.

"You see!" Turbo shouted, "there isn't anything to worry about! There's no virus, and you should stop being so paranoid!"

"What virus?" Turbo heard someone ask behind him, and when he turned around, was staring at the one person he didn't want to know about the virus.

"...Hey Piston," Turbo casually greeted the twin.

"Who's Piston?" Vanellope asked in the present.

"One of the twins," Turbo replied, "he's a little... Well, you'll see."

"One of the twins?"

"The other's named Throttle. He's concerned. Anyways, where was I? Oh, right. So, I saw Piston behind me, and he was a little freaked out. Okay, more than a little."

"How freaked out was he?" Vanellope asked, smirking.

"Really freaked out. He was going on and on about how the virus was..."

"...Going to take over this game! Turbo, we're doomed!"

Turbo firmly grabbed Piston's shoulders and pushed him on the stands.

"We are not going to die," Turbo told him sternly, "everyone's getting paranoid about nothing! Got it?"

"But-"

"Got it?"

Piston nodded his assent, and Turbo released his shoulders.

"I'm going to Tapper," Turbo said to no one in particular.

When Turbo got off the train to Game Central Station, he noticed something was wrong. Everybody was walking slowly, and keeping their distance from everybody. Turbo stared at everybody in Game Central Station, resisting the urge to scoff at everybody. Turbo was walking through the Station, and he got this nagging feeling that something was wrong. He shrugged in off and continued to Tapper, but when he got to the outlet, there was a sign posted there.

"No root beer," Turbo read aloud, "virus might be hiding there."

"Arrrgh!" Turbo screamed in frustration. That stupid virus was ruining everything! First, he was getting stopped all the time by the Surge Protector, next, everybody walked slow and kept away from each other 'for fear of the virus', and now, no root beer! He decided to head over to his own game and do a few laps around the track... If he could do that without 'fear of the virus'.

When he got to his game and neared the house behind the stands, he saw Felix talking to the twins. He was wringing his hat in his hands, and he looked sad about something. The twins looked sad also. Turbo picked up his pace and headed towards the house, forgetting his original plans. When he got there, Felix must've finished saying what he was saying to the twins, as he walked away and brushed past Turbo sadly. Turbo approached the twins, who both looked at him sadly.

"What happened?" Turbo asked them, "What was he saying?"

Piston looked up at Turbo. "I told you," he simply said, and trudged in the house.

"What's he talking about?" Turbo asked Throttle.

"Turbo... Q*bert got unplugged today."

Turbo's face fell. "What?"

"It was infected by the virus. The repairman said he knew the virus's capability, and there was nothing he could do."

Turbo began to get a little worried. What if his game was infected? He didn't want to be homeless. Nevertheless, he regained his composure and retreated into the house, grabbing Throttle's wrist and pulling him along.

Vanellope was listening with wide eyes, and seemed disappointed when he stopped. She sat there for a few seconds, before snickering.

"You- you didn't notice a whole game missing?"

"I had a lot on my mind!" Turbo protested.

"Alright," she said playfully, "what happened after that?" She questioned him eagerly.

"Well-" Turbo began, but the door to the fungeon opened, and Ralph was standing there.

"Vanellope, you have to get ready for the Random Roster Race, remember?"

Vanellope perked her head up. "Right!" She glitched out of the fungeon and materialized behind Ralph, who shot Turbo a look that said 'don't mess with Vanellope,' and closed the door to the fungeon.

"Ralph," Vanellope said as they were walking away from the fungeon, "Turbo's telling me that this all wasn't his fault."

"Yeah..." Ralph slowed down a little and stared at the tiny President, expecting her to continue.

"And, I don't believe him... But I want to."

Ralph stopped dead in his tracks. "What? Why?"

"I don't know," Vanellopoe tried to explain, "I have a feeling he's telling the truth."

Ralph eyed her. "Yeah, well, I had a feeling he was telling the truth when he convinced me to destroy your kart."

Vanellope rolled her eyes at him. "Huh. I'll just have to get proof."

"Why is this so important to you?!" Ralph demanded.

"Because! If he isn't telling the truth, then I'll have to execute him. And I can't do that, no matter what he did to me! Besides, the story's interesting."

With that, Vanellope glitched ahead of Ralph to get to her kart-slash-throne quicker, and sped out of the castle in one of the special doors she had. Ralph watched her go, then turned his head towards the fungeon.

"I wonder what he's feeding her to convince her of his innocence," Ralph wondered aloud.

"Whatever it is, I hope Vanellope doesn't get too hooked to forget what he did to her. But, she's smart. And he's older and a con!" Ralph began to panic, and stormed off to the fungeon to have a little 'chat' with Turbo.

A/N: Uhh... First chapter. Gonna be hard juggling two story lines at once. To all the people who wanted a story with actual dancing pigs... I regret nothing. The term 'dancing pigs' is techspeak. Please review. Reviews=faster updates, and Happy Sour.