A/N: Oh gosh, Witch Knight Daisy! I love your fics so much. Felix and the Cursed Pie is my favorite of yours! Hey, how do I get reviews? I mean I know I've had this posted for like 24 hours, but...I wanna know your secret! Hahaha!
Cli-click-sshh. Calhoun opened her eyes to the sound of her armor disengaging and removing itself from her body. The little girl who was her cellmate had long since disappeared, and there was darkness in the room as the red lights on her Space Marine bodysuit went out, their function no longer needed since it had vacated.
She'd been asleep. That meant she felt safe, her biometrics were normal – or was the virus acting up?
Strange, to say the least.
"I hadn't expected that." She heard King Candy's voice ad the purple bug entered the room. "Put it back on," he hissed.
He wasn't talking to her, she knew. He was talking to the virus. At the sound of his words, Calhoun felt more fear than she had ever felt (and that included the time she had nearly been eaten headfirst by a cybug while sleeping, the very first night her game was plugged in), and the armor did it job. It reattached itself to her body with such force that her body was shoved back against the wall, away from the candy monster.
"Sour Bill," the king called to his lackey on the other side of the door. "Bring the bug in."
"B-bug?" She asked. "A cybug?"
"Yes, my dear," he said. "Don't play stupid. You know where cybrids came from."
She strayed from thoughts of Brad – who knew if the cybrid king could see her memories. She wouldn't chance it.
Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of the cybug. If she weren't infected, Calhoun would have frozen. Instead there was a natural propensity to go toward the predator.
"The virus is making it too easy," Candy said coolly. "Why don't you fight back a little? You have so much time to be a predator yourself. Why not enjoy your time as prey?"
Calhoun shook.
"Sarge!" Vanellope yelled.
The cybug advanced toward her, launching itself at her. She saw the sickly green glowing light of the cybug's maw, and screamed. She heard her armor crack and felt the rotor blades as they spun and cut into her skin. Her blood clouded her vision. She looked at her skin. Blue patches – where her code was being disrupted and expropriated – appeared. She couldn't move.
So this was what it was like to be dead.
When she came to, it felt like she'd been hit with one of Wreck-it's punches. God, how she wished he was here now, to kill the cybug and then kill her for not doing it herself. But she had to admit, there were advantages to whatever the hell had happened to her. Her vision was sharper, albeit covered in a neon yellow glow. "Sarge?" She heard the voice of a little girl. Calhoun stared at her. The girl had candy covering her hair, and big green-brown eyes. Calhoun's mouth began to water.
"Food," she rasped.