Lol, hey, it's Qwer again. Just wanted to note that this is gonna have to be an AU in order to make this fic work. Be creative- I know Hero's duty was plugged in only a week before the movie, but in order to make this fic work I'm gonna have to change the movie up bit. I kinda feel bad about doing so but I have ideas for this fic besides the Mario Kart being involved~

Blissfully unaware of his old NPC's whereabouts, a king, with a large nose and bald head happily takes a walk around his castle. His castle was pink- no, salmon, and it being so large, he liked to just walk around and pace as he thought. After all- being an energetic king, he did not like to sit still. He was the best racer in this candy land game- quickness was in his code! So much that it rubbed off on his daily actions. He used his hands a lot as he talked- it was a habit of his he's had for years. Many years. He's done it for as long as he could remember- ever since he was plugged in back in 1982-

Wait, what was he thinking? Hoo-hoo~ Of course he didn't exist for thirty years! Sugar Rush didn't exist for thirty years- this old man was going off his rocker~ Hoo-hoo~

The king often reassured himself that he couldn't be thinking about the days when he was.. First plugged in. Just in case something came along that was coded to read minds. Silly paranoia, when he was alone like this his mind would make up quite ridiculous scenarios. He'd very much prefer his mind to stay personal- he had many lies that had came out of his mouth for as long as he held the throne. Hoo-hoo, even existing was a lie!

I have to stop that, the king thought, grimacing as his stride slowed down a bit, I am the greatest racer in this arcade and I must stay that way.

Looking around at his salmon walls, his mind wanders to the game he ruled, and grimaced.

Even if the game I rule over drives me insane in more ways than one… The king thought, shuddering. He was almost certain he'd be driven completely mad by the annoying theme song of Sugar Rush, candy everywhere, his all candy diet- with the occasional trip to Tapper's when he felt the need to get the heck out of this candy game- and the fact he was the king of fifteen nine year olds and a ton of candy npcs who did nothing but cheer on their personal character, and the fact that he had given up so much just to be the main character of a racing game again and get his attention back.

Sure, he got a lot of attention, he and his kart had the best stats of all of the racers, and had the best chance of winning compared to the others like Rancis or Taffyta, who were both pretty good, and the players often chose him, but he often asked himself was it really worth it.

He always told himself yes, of course, because he got what he wanted. The spotlight. Sugar Rush was one of the most popular games in the arcade, well matched only by Hero's Duty due to its modern technology involved and how impressive the game really was, but in consequence the monarch had to stay sane through so many years of a girly candy game in a mod-damn SALMON castle, act like a complete sugary and goofy king just to keep his act convincing, consider killing himself over his losses and how this game was barely any replacement at all. This game had no real action! If you fall off the track, you don't get seriously injured, you either fall safely on your wheels, or in something soft like a cupcake. The king gritted his teeth about how much a challenge this game WASN'T. He needed the threat of cracking his skull open to really give him a rush of adrenaline he can really enjoy, this game didn't have that. He really wanted to crash that annoying brat Taffyta into the wall of the tunnel whenever they raced, he was just so desperate for real action, he had to use all his willpower to control himself and suppress his sadistic side. But he couldn't, he HAD to keep these racers liking him, so he had to play "Fair". It was aggravating.

I mean what FUN was just racing and having to do it fairly 100 percent of the time? Getting hurt was a part of racing, and that was one thing the king missed from his old life. Ever since that stunt with RoadBlasters-

Wait. What's RoadBlasters? The king shouldn't know what RoadBlasters is… Hoo-hoo~

The king shook his head again. The more he thought about his old life, the more nostalgia would start to drown him, and his trusty assistant Sour Bill would notice, and swathe problem was, and the king would have to make up more ridiculous lies- Hoo-hoo~ Hopefully his lying tongue wouldn't get anyone suspicious. He's been safe for many years for ruling this place, but nobody should find out his secrets. But Sour Bill knows how he tore up the code of the… previous ruler…of this game, and locked up everyone's memories. But, he was reliable enough. Sour Bill knows if he says a word to anyone about that he'd be personally killed by the king himself, thrown in the fungeon if the king isn't found out- for drawing him that close. If Sour Bill couldn't be trusted, nobody could. The little green cough drop just feared about what the king would do to him if he told -considering his coding skills, and quite excellent ability to completely rip codes to shreds.

The king himself was quite proud of his ability to make it this far anyway. He lay in skilled hiding until Sugar Rush came out without being detected. Everyone thought he went down with RoadBlasters- hoo-hoo, boy they were wrong~

Mod, even the character model's tendency to do that ridiculous laugh was getting to his head. "Hoo-hoo", I mean really. He couldn't even laugh truthfully in this game. His laugh was somewhat "Maniac-like", the king's old NPC's often told him. Hah, a maniac laugh- as if! But, he had to admit, he did used to laugh a bit on the crazy side. It was in his coding, he guessed. But back then, he loved everything about himself. He was the proudest guy in the arcade-he ruled it, metaphorically speaking. Being the most popular game. At only around thirty years of age that man he once was, was a star. An arrogant one, at that. Oh, if only he could be himself and show off that lovely helmet of his with the red T on it again. But no, if he wanted the spotlight, he had to be a bald king with a huge nose and stupid clothes. He's gotten used to it, of course. But he always wished to be himself again. Not just to look down and see his old jumpsuit again, but to just show the world he was still alive and thriving, be proud of his own body, and purely for the nostalgia of his old looks that reminded of his real game.

But no- he's a goofy little king who rules a bunch of candy kids.

How pathetic was that? Everyone must think he was a complete wuss. Back in his old life, he wasn't considered as weak and completely stupid looking and stupid acting by his peers. He crashed his car about a hundred times a day, and more often than that bashed his face into the steering wheel or got thrown out of it when he rammed a tree and felt blood all over his face, gushing out of his nose. He loved that in a way, made him feel tough, and everyone knew he was tough because he did that on a daily basis.

Until RoadBlasters came charging in. That game was tougher because it had explosions and all that crap his game didn't have. And what did everyone expect him to do? Wait around while RoadBlasters gets all the love, and wait until Litwak put him out of his misery? Fat chance.

Now where was he? Ah, yes. Oh how much he wished he could just have a dangerous race again. Later today, he just has to make a car at the bakery just to crash it. But that would make his subjects question, oh, blast it! This game is making him insane!

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"King Candy?"

It was Sour Bill. Of course, Bill caught King Candy pacing back and forth as he was lost in his own thoughts. The monarch's expression was grim. Sour Bill noticed this, the king often did this when he was left alone. But whenever he asked what was wrong, King Candy gave him a short answer and completely dismissed the subject and moved onto something new. Bill knew better than to push his king any further than that.

"W-what is it, Sthour Bill?" the king replied, looking up from his pacing.

"I have news." The sour candy man replied.

"What kind of newsth?" King Candy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"About the games, but not in the arcade."

"Gamesth? Outsthide the arcade?" the ruler pressed on, stepping a bit closer eagerly.

"Yes, your highness, a player who lives close to the arcade got his hands on something called a Gamecube. He can play games on it. Like arcade games, but smaller, and portable. Meaning the game characters from the Gamecube could visit here and we could visit them if we wanted."

"R-really? Isth that all? Do you know what kindsth of gamesth they have?" King Candy asked again, looking a bit eager to see something new after awhile.

"The only thing we know so far is a racing game called Mario Kart: Double Dash." Bill replied flatly.

"A racing game…?" The monarch asked, trailing off as he thought of another racing game, perhaps one not as sugar-coated and sweet as this one was.

"Yes, sir, and even now as soon as we discovered them we saw two twins wearing blue jumpsuits and square helmets walk in the outlet that led to the wall to get to them."

King Candypaused, his eyes wide open.

"Two… twinsth?" he asked, raising his hands a tiny bit in front of him, starting to curl his fingers in as he thought about what his assistant had told him.

"Yes, your highness. Grey skin, yellow eyes, exactly alike. As alike as they can get, most likely their models copies of each other. Cant tell them apart at all."

"…Thosthe are the.. Turbo twinsth, aren't they?" the king asked, but already knowing he's right and is completely horrified. He used all his willpower not to show his complete horror. But his fingers twitched a little as he twiddled them.

"Turbo twins? Not sure I've ever heard of them, King Candy."

"They're the NPC'sth of that old racing game, TurboTime! They're sthtill alive? How can that be- I wasth sthure they died in the unplugging-"

King Candy cut himself off, realizing he's talking to himself out loud in front of somebody he could never tell. Sour Bill just stood there with an eyebrow raised.

"Nevermind!" The Sugar Rush ruler told his sour assistant, jerking his hands out in front of him, his palms facing Sour Bill causing the short candy man to flinch.

Twiddling his fingers and thumbs again, King Candy looked down and made a decision, looking back up at Sour Bill, then started to leave on foot. Before Sour Bill could ask, the monarch called back to him,

"Sthour Bill, you're in charge while I'm gone! I need to check this game out!"

The king hesitated in his words just slightly. He had lied again, he wasn't really going for the game. He was going for his old NPC's.