AN: standard issued I don't own WIR statement here. This one is Vanellope's chapter. A higher rating for implied suicidal thoughts. You try being bullied and tormented at age 9 for 16 years. It would make a saint break.

Vanellope VonSchweetz sat on her spongecake bed. She had been sitting there for what felt like years to her. In actual time, it had been like five minutes. Vanellope wasn't sure what was wrong with her today. She should have been ecstatic. She had finally completed her pedal powered racer. The very instant she found a coin she was going to enter the roster race and ..well she wasn't sure what. She KNEW that she was more than a glitch. In her code, she knew she was the best racer. It didn't matter that she knew it. She would never get a chance to prove it. Gold coins didn't grow on candy cane trees or fall from the sky like rain.

Maybe this was the problem, she knew her game had been plugged in for a long time, probably a very long time, but since she couldn't leave it Vanellope had no idea how many years had passed. She sat and stared into the boiling soda. The bubbles were rather soothing. They didn't judge her. Maybe she could just slip into them. Really, who would miss her? No one in this game; that was certain. It seemed like a very long time since any one of the other racers had shown her anything resembling kindness. Maybe it would have been different if she wasn't a glitch. If she had been a normal racer... Now the tears started up. She would NEVER be a normal racer...ever. It would be simple to just dissolve in that boiling soda. All her bits and pieces melting away.

Vanellope blinked the tears away. This was ridiculous. It wouldn't matter if she was a good racer; she would never just stumble across a coin. She stood and walked a bit closer to the boiling soda. This close it was very hot...maybe she would melt quickly..

SCCCCCRRREEEEEEECCCHHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKRRRUUUNNNNNNK KKBAM!

Vanellope jumped, no longer mesmerized by the bubbles.." what the heck.." She headed to the exit wall and stepped outside. A giant black streak now marred the perfect Sugar Rush sky. The smell of burnt sugar and mint filled the air. Whatever it was had landed in the candy cane forrest. Her curiosity now peaked, Vanellope VonSchweetz ran toward the smoke.