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Victims 2 & 3: Bring a Friend to Dinner
In order to have a proper survival guide, I'll need plenty of life-saving rules for you to follow. Too bad I couldn't come up with any on my own. Nope! So I did the next best thing I could to acquire such rules.
I slunk around after other racers I came across and waited for them to slip up somehow.
Cruel? Yes. Effective? Totally.
Now that I remembered we wouldn't actually die—or hoped, since we hadn't heard Vanellope shouting over the spikes or anything—I decided a few risks were in order. The name of this game was survival. Luckily, this was a place where you regenerated if you died. Though I was still playing it safe.
We did have a hungry cybrid hunting us, after all.
My first subject of… Let's face it, I'm pretty much stalking! The first one I decided to follow was Candlehead. Cy-bugs seem to be attracted to light since they literally fly to their deaths via the beacon. Candlehead has a flame on her hat. I had to guess that she'd be the first victim.
.o.o.o.o.
Why am I all alone? Where are Taffyta and Rancis? Why is this happening? WHY DID VANELLOPE HAVE TO DIE FIRST?!
Candlehead was fighting back tears as she wandered between the candy cane trees. She was all by herself with only her flaming hat for company and comfort. When everyone had scattered, Taffyta and Rancis had left her behind.
"Why me?" she sniffled, scrubbing tears from her eyes.
It had only been ten, fifteen minutes tops, since Vanellope had been eaten and Turbo told them to run. The cybrid could be anywhere in the forest. That left Candlehead a jittery, sobbing wreck from terror.
It only got worse when she walked right into Turbo…
He was hanging upside down from a thick branch in one of the trees, insect legs curled around it tightly to keep his weight supported. His long neck stretched to the ground, leaving him grinning like the Cheshire Cat upside-down at ground-level. That grin only got bigger and more savage when Candlehead quite literally bumped noses with him.
"Boo," he greeted.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Candlehead screamed.
Turbo lashed out with a clawed hand, slamming it into the ground in front of him. The jagged points caught on her coat, tearing the fabric and leaving shallow cuts on the skin beneath. Spurred by the scent of blood, Turbo lashed out with his other hand and nicked her left shoulder and cheek.
Candlehead turned tail and fled before he got the chance to strike a third time.
Not that he was in a hurry. Vanellope was still stewing away in his stomach. He could afford to wait a few more minutes before eating another sugary-sweet brat.
After all, there was plenty to eat…
.o.o.o.o.
"Help! Somebody, help me!" Candlehead shrieked as she dashed deeper into the sugary thicket. "Rancis! Taffyta! Anyone! Help me, please!"
She abruptly crashed into someone, resulting in a pair of high-pitched screams.
"Holy heath, Candlehead! Scream any louder, why don't you?"
It was Taffyta.
"Taffyta! I found you!" Candlehead wailed, catching the other in a crushing hug. "I was so scared! You guys were gone and then Turbo found me and he hurt me and-and… I was so scared!"
Taffyta looked disgusted, pawing at Candlehead's shoulders. "Yuck! You're getting tears and snot all over my jacket! Get off!"
"But I—"
"Aw, how nice! I get a two-for-one meal! How turbo-tastic of me, huh?"
Candlehead and Taffyta were suddenly hoisted off the ground by the collars of their jackets, caught between the clawed fingers of Turbo. The cybrid grinned, long tongue running over his yellow teeth. He eyed the pair hungrily.
"Thank you very much for leading me to more food, Candlehead, dear. Such a cooperative little brat, you are," Turbo praised teasingly.
"Please don't eat us!" Candlehead begged.
"But I'm oh so hungry, dear!" Turbo replied with a grin. "And I can't honestly deny myself a chance to have birthday cake."
He shifted his left hand, dangling Candlehead tantalizingly over his mouth. The green-haired girl screamed, reaching hands behind her to try and latch onto his clawed fingers. It did her no good. All she did was cut her hands up on the sharp points of said fingers.
He let go, the child screaming as she fell into his mouth. He snapped his jaws shut, tilting his head back to swallow…only to rear back, coughing up smoke. He swallowed again, eyes watering slightly.
"Ugh! Should've blown the candle out first," Turbo grumbled, rubbing his long neck with his free hand. "My bad…"
"Sir, please! You can't eat me! I'm your favorite!" Taffyta begged.
"You were King Candy's favorite," Turbo corrected, wagging a large finger in her face. "And I'm not King Candy anymore. I'm Turbo and I only have one favorite. That's me."
Once he was through massaging his burnt throat, he tilted his head back and dangled Taffyta over his mouth.
"First I had a vanilla glitch and now I've had some yummy birthday cake. How about I wash it down with some taffy?" Turbo chuckled.
"No! Please don't! I'll do whatever you'll say, honest!" Taffyta pleaded.
Turbo blinked up at her curiously. "Anything?"
"Anything!" Taffyta nodded, mascara falling down her cheeks in rivers with her tears.
The cybrid straightened, smirking. "Good! I like loyal followers."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you!" Taffyta sobbed.
"You might not want to thank me, sweetie," Turbo crooned, a cruel smirk crossing his lips. "You did say you'd do anything. So, to copy a strange internet meme I came across in Game Central Station during my rule as King Candy…"
Taffyta stared at him in confusion.
Turbo grinned. "…Get in my belly!"
"Wha…? No!" Taffyta suddenly screamed, realizing what was about to happen.
Swinging his hand back, the cybrid tossed Taffyta forward. She fell into his mouth in a way all too similar to how people toss gumballs into their mouths. Turbo swallowed, a pleased grin crossing his face.
"Oh, that felt good. Soothed the burn from that candle, at least," he said, licking his lips. "Mmmm! Strawberry…"
.o.o.o.o.
I watched the entirety of that scene. For a moment, I honestly thought he was going to let Taffyta go. Goes to show what we thought we knew about King Candy…
I, of course, found a new rule from this two-for-one meal.
Rules of Survival #2: If you see an injured person running toward you, screaming for help, run the other way. Chances are that they're being followed by our resident predator.
Cruel? Yes. Life-saving? Most definitely.
Well, I'm two racers closer to being the last survivor. I'm still curious about that reward. I really hope it's not something horrible, like a permanent death. That would really suck…
This is Pepper Swirlminta, signing off!
