Ok so here is chapter 2, I guess you guys liked it! Special Thanks to ilypandaz, WreckItRalphFan, .71216, Lilybell Dracula Robinson, Alarick, privateandcadet, marioguy681 and kairi's friend for favouriting, following and reviewing!

And I am so sorry for writing the word 'she' so many times and writing so many questions... Now read!

Oh and I do not own Wreck It Ralph :)

Vanellope looked down at her clothes. She was wearing mismatched green, white and purple leggings, a double layered brown Resse's peanut butter cup skirt, a mint green hoodie with two liquorice as the hoodie laces, and small black boots with red icing under them. Both the hoodie and the skirt had weird bits of code on them. She felt certain that they were her clothes, but she didn't remember them.

Then for the first time, deep in her mind she thought of something. But do a big disappointment, she realized that it was not something she remembered, but a feeling. She had lost something. Not just her memory, before that. But she had no idea what it was. She sighed. This wasn't good at all.

What was she going to do? She needed help- that was obvious. She needed to find someone who could tell her why she was here, and what was this place. Wait a minute. What about her. . . .? What were they called? The people who looked after her? What did you call them? There was a word for it. She felt like stamping her foot in frustration.

She found that how she couldn't even remember the word for people who cared about you deeply distressing. She tried to picture them in her mind but to no avail. Would she recognise them if she saw them again? If she met them right now? This was horrible! How did she get like this?

Well there wasn't any point just waiting for a storm to come, which by the look of it wouldn't be too long. She had to do something. She needed to get out of there. But which way? She turned in a full circle, feeling hopelessly lost, but as she turned back to where she was looking, she noticed something moving in the distance. Vanellope rubbed her eyes with her hands to make sure she wasn't imagining it. Vanellope felt an immense surge of relief. Someone was coming to help her. Immediately he set off in the stranger's direction.

The man had clearly seen Vanellope before her and was walking fast, so it wasn't long before they met. Now Vanellope could see him more clearly and noticed that the man was wearing some kind of uniform, a white outfit from head to toe, and some streaks of red in there too. She found it reassuring. This was obviously someone in authority. He'd know what to do.

The stranger stopped when he was still some distance away. He was not tall, nor short, with short dark hair and an unsmiling face. He nodded when Vanellope reached him. "I've come to collect you." He said. "Thank you!" Vanellope replied meaningfully. She really felt grateful that someone had come to get her. Her troubles would be gone and her questions answered. The man in the white uniform would be able to explain what was happening.

"Where am I?" Vanellope asked.

"In the field." The man told her.

"How'd I get here?"

"Don't worry about that now, just come with me."

"But I can't remember anything!" Vanellope whined.

"Don't worry." The man assured her. "It's perfectly normal!"

"What do you mean normal?"

"No one ever remembers anything when they wake up in the field."

"Why not?"

"That's just the way it is. There's no point in making a fuss. Just come with me." And with that, he turned back in the direction he had come.

Vanellope hesitated. She was beginning to have doubts about this man. The answers he had given her were not satisfactory but she couldn't just let him walk away, so she ran after him. "Where are we going?"

"To the river," the man replied.

"What river?"

"The river on the other side of those trees"

"Why are we going there?"

"You'll see."

"But can't you tell me now?"

The man shook his head. "It's not far." He said. "Just be patient." He never looked at Vanellope when he spoke. Instead he kept his eyes firmly on the ground in front of them. Vanellope looked at him closely as they walked, trying to determine what kind of person he was. Was he good? Was he bad? Was it wise to trust him? She simply didn't know. He seemed to know what he was doing. Besides, what could Vanellope possibly do? She couldn't bear the thought of being left on her own. As she was thinking, Vanellope noticed a bigTon his uniform. She was tempted to ask what it stood for, but she had so many questions that she forgot that one.

"You still haven't told me your name," Vanellope pointed out cheekily.

The man mumbled. He spoke so low that Vanellope had to strain to hear him, it was as if it hurt him to say that word. "What was that?" Vanellope questioned.

"TURBO." He repeated louder this time.

So what did you think? Please tell me if I should go to Ralph next! Please review! It is greatly appreciated!