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Vanellope reached the internet entrance, with Ralph also following her. "Vanellope, wait!" He shouted as Vanellope rushed into the crowd of avatars. Ralph marched through the avatars, pushing away the users in his way. "Vanellope, come back here!"

"No, leave me alone!"

"You are going to put yourself in danger, kid!" he yelled back.

"Slaughter Race is my life. And I'm going to live it!"

"Stop being so stubborn! Come back here!" She glitched on top of a Gmail train, which was high enough to be out of Ralph's reach. Ralph tried too jump and catch it but fell on an avatar train and got redirected to another website. He called out to her before getting sent to another website. Ralph got thrown into a website, he got and rubbed his head before noticing the website he was in. "BuzzzTube?"

After making sure Ralph was no longer following her, Vanellope hopped off the train and looked around before rushing into a dark, empty alley, standing against the wall to keep from being noticed. She kept panting out of exhaustion before she dropped herself to the ground, leaning against the wall, burying her face in her tiny hands. She was lost, she was confused, unable to think what to do. Her dream of living in Slaughter Race was ruined, and now she had ruined her friendship with Ralph. She never liked fighting him, but she had no choice since he was trying to keep her away from her dream. Of course she was regretting her actions earlier, only she knew how much the cookie medal meant to him, it was the symbol of their friendship, and she broken it. But on the other hand, she was also mad at him for his actions, all she wanted was to stay at Slaughter Race, what was the big deal? Why couldn't he see that she just wants to live her life the way she wants, how could he be so blind? Then she thought about Shank. What if she refused to let her stay in Slaughter Race after what happened? Where will she go then? No, Shank wasn't like that; this was Slaughter Race, not Sugar Rush, everyone was nice here. And there was no way she was going to request Ralph to let her come back to the arcade.

"N-No…that ain't happening. Slaughter Race is my dream…And I'm…I'm gonna fulfill it, no matter what." She murmured to herself, wiping her tears as she kept on glitching uncontrollably. "But what about Ralph? Nope, he lied to me, I don't care what he thinks." She kept talking to herself. "But, I lied to him too, maybe he was just afraid…No, I'm not gonna let anyone crush my dreams again. I'm just not." As she kept on interrogating herself while glitching, she had no idea that there was a centipede-like looking virus scanning her.

"Scanning for Insecurities…" the virus targeted her as she kept on talking.

"No, there's nothing like Slaughter Race... I'm just following my dream, there's nothing wrong with it. My life's already been messed up enough, I…I don't care what anyone thinks... I don't…"

"Insecurity Detected… Copying Insecurity." The virus completed its process and crawled away. Vanellope wiped her leftover tears and slowly walked out of the alley as the virus targeted a random spot. "Distributing insecurity."

Vanellope walked out of the alley and looked around to see that she was at Ebay, knowing that she was back where it all started, she sighed. Suddenly she recognized a familiar voice.

"Wanna get rich playing video games? Click to find out how." Vanellope turned to see J.P Spamley doing his job, although he wasn't looking as delighted as he usually did.

"Mr. Spamley!" She called out and rushed to him. Spamley turned to look at her.

"Kid! Are you okay? I thought you and your friend couldn't make it out of the virus infected game." He said.

"No, we made it out on time, Ralph came to save me but… wait, how did you know that a virus infected Slaughter Race?" she asked, suspiciously. Spamley gulped and turned away, continuing with his job. Vanellope stepped in front of him. "Mr. Spamley tell me. Did you have anything to do with this?"

The spam took his cap off his head, wiping the sweat before wearing his cap again, trying to hide the nervousness under it. "I…I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am. Uh…In fact, I don't even clearly remember who you are."

"I'm serious, the virus almost destroyed Slaughter Race. I need to know, what made Ralph do all that crazy stuff? Do you know anything about it?" she demanded. Spamley looked at her and saw the anxiety in her eyes, knowing that she was aware of everything and there's no reason of hiding anything, he sighed before starting.

"Okay, yes, I helped him getting the virus. The big guy was going to march up there like some white knight and drag you out of that death-trap game, when I stopped him, he asked me for a virus to slow it down so you get bored of it."

"And you just gave him a virus? You didn't even stop him?"

Spamley raised an eyebrow, giving her a look. "Pardon me, but why should I when it was you who literally kicked him in the face? The poor guy worked so hard to pay for your steering wheel, he was feeling terrible when he found out the truth. Not to go deep in your personal matters, ma'am, but it's not nice to keep secrets from your closest ones."

Vanellope folded her arms and gave him a look. "Oh, yeah? He was spying on me, which is probably the nicest thing to do to your closest ones, isn't it?"

"He wasn't spying on you, kid. He just happened to hear everything through your communicator device." Vanellope's eyes widened and took out her device, noticing a received call from Ralph that day. "And by the way, I didn't gave him the virus, I just showed him where to get it from. I told him it was dangerous, but the big guy never listens."

Vanellope looked down, thinking about everything she just heard until she heard Spamley shriek in fear. She looked up to see him standing stunned with his mouth agape. "What's wrong?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

The spam pointed his shaky finger behind her as she turned, only to be shocked at the sight as well.

"And that's the whole thing, Yesss." Ralph completed telling Yesss everything as they walked out of Buzzztube. "Now Vanellope is going crazy about everything, I don't know what to do."

"Well, you seriously made some serious questionable choices there, big fella'. You put a virus into a game? What were you thinking?" The blue algorithm asked, surprised at the story.

"That's not the point! Look, I admit I did some quite stupid things, but only cuz' I was worried I'll lose her. But right now, Yesss, I need your help finding Vanellope before she does something really-"

"Hey, isn't that her right there?" Yesss cut him off, pointing at a small figure that seemed to be Vanellope, running down the street.

"KID!" Ralph screeched, rushing after her and grabbing the little racer by the hoodie. Ralph expected Vanellope to try and struggle to get out of his grip, yelling out like crazy as she hated being picked up like a doll; but instead she just went limp in his grip. "Oh, thank goodness you're alright, kid!" He said and gave her a slight embrace.

"We were worried sick, Sweetie. Where were you?" Yesss asked.

"Do you have any idea what you could've put yourself into?! Why do you always scare me like that?!" Ralph scolded as he shook her, until he realized that something was wrong with her; not only she was acting blue, but literally her color seemed a bit dulled out and she kept on glitching weirdly into red pixels instead of blue. Ralph looked at her with concern. "Hey, what's wrong, kid? You look quite ridiculous." She looked up at him, her eyes were awkwardly wide, and she had an expressionless look like a zombie, even weirder than his friend zombie back at the arcade.

Her expressionless face turned into a small, strange grin. "…Slaughter Race…" she said in a monotonous voice.

Ralph glared at her. "Again with the Slaughter Race, Vanellope?! We have talked about this, the game is too dangerous for you!"

Her face stayed expressionless as she muttered again. "…Slaughter Race…dream…"

"Ralph, I feel like something's wrong with her." Yesss said, but Ralph ignored her.

"Enough, Vanellope! You're not staying in that Slaughter Race!" He shouted angrily. The zombie Vanellope's face turned into an aggravated one, worrying Ralph. She suddenly glitched violently, as Ralph shrieked and dropped her, stumbling back and falling on his back as she landed on her feet. Ralph panted, it felt like lightening stroke him. This definitely was not normal, Vanellope's glitch had never hurt him, so what was wrong with her?

Ralph looked at her as she stood there with the same dumb face, murmuring. "…Slaughter Race…" before she disappeared into pixels.

"You okay, big fella'?" Yesss asked, helping him to his feet.

"Yeah. But what was that? That can't be Vanellope." He said, until he heard Yesss gasp.

"Ralph, look!" She pointed behind as a group of weird looking zombie Vanellope clones appeared, all of them glitching into red pixels and chanting the word 'Slaughter Race', making everything in their way starting to glitch.

"Mother Hubbard, what the heck is happening?!" Ralph gasped. "Why are there so many Vanellopes?"

"We'll figure that out later, let's get out of here! Follow me!" Yesss grabbed his hand and led him into the basement of her website. They hide inside a store room inside the basement. Once they reached it, Yesss called Maybe and told him shut down the website.

"I don't understand, what's going on? Why are there so many Vanellope's running around?" Ralph spoke up, rubbing his head. Then it hit him, "Wait, is it happening because of the virus I put in?"

"It could be. If the virus somehow escaped the reboot, then this can be a possibility." Yesss replied. Ralph sat down and pinched the tip of his nose.

"Don't know where in the Internet Vanellope is. Is she even okay or not?"

"Hey, why don't you call her with your BuzzzyPhone?" Yesss pointed out. Ralph looked at her.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about that." He took out his device but hesitated. "Wait, does Vanellope wants to talk with me? After everything that happened?"

"It's not time to think that, Big Guy! We need to know if she's okay or not!"

Ralph stared at his device and gulped.

Meanwhile with Vanellope,

"You know, you could've done better if you'd added a little more security to this so-called website!" Vanellope complained as Spamley locked the door of his Loot-Hunting website before giving her an offended look.

"Hey, don't say anything about my beloved website, kid. It's not my zombie clones running around the web like crazy. Now excuse me so I can find… GORD!" Vanellope glitched as Gord appeared behind her and waved. "Oh, there you are buddy. Do you have any idea what's going on around here?" Gord waved his overly-long arms into a sign language. "Uh-huh, oh, okay. Gord just told me that the insecurity virus Ralph got with him copied your self-consciousness and obsession for Slaughter Race and created clones out of it. I think that makes sense."

"What…?" Vanellope gasped slightly, stunned. "H-How do we stop this?"

"Not sure. Since, Gord technically has a little virus in himself, I don't suppose he knows how to destroy them."

"Ralph would've known, donno where he is right now." Suddenly, her BuzzzyPhone vibrated. "Hey, it's Ralph's call!" she picked it up, as a hologram of him appeared.

"Uh…hey, kid. Where are you? Are you okay?" He asked with concern.

"Yeah, I'm with Spamley in his website, hiding from those clones of mine." She replied. "Where are you?"

"I'm at BuzzzTube's basement with Yesss right now. I think the virus I took with me escaped Slaughter Race and somehow copied your insecurity to create clones."

Vanellope looked down with guilt. "Do you know how to stop this, Ralph?"

Ralph sighed. "No, kid. I don't. But there's gotta be some way, we gotta find out."

"Well, Gord says they're probably trying to go back to Slaughter Race." Spamley added.

"So, we gotta head there."

"Wouldn't that be dangerous though?" Ralph asked, worried.

"It's the only way. We need to stop them before they invade Slaughter Race." Vanellope replied. "I've almost destroyed it with my glitch, I'm not gonna let these clones destroy it again. This happened because of my insecurity, Ralph, so I'm the one who have to fix it."

Ralph sighed and nodded. "Yeah, you're right, kid. It's not just your fault, but mine as well. None of this would've started if I didn't put that virus in the first place. If we're gonna do something to stop it, we'll do it together."

Vanellope gave him a small smile. "Well, that's my Stinkbrain. See you at Slaughter Race then?"

"Alright." As soon as she hung up, the door of the website burst open, revealing the group of Vanellope clones.

"Oh, Sweet Mother of Monkey Milk, how do we get out?" Vanellope asked. Spamley smirked.

"Hold on, kid, I got it." He took out a popup signboard. "You wanna get rich playing video games? Click here to play Slaughter Race and win exclusive prizes!" he threw the popup ad at them.

"Slaughter Race!" The clones lunged over the popup signboard, fighting to click at it. Having them distracted, Vanellope glitched Spamley and herself out of the website.

"Wait, didn't you just send them back there?" Vanellope asked with concern.

Spamley shook his head. "Nope, it's a clickbait, I got tons of 'em. I think they got redirected to a live sports streaming website or something." He shrugged.

"Alright. We gotta get to Slaughter Race now, come on."

To Be Continued.

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