So much Nougetsia torture… I'm so sorry, Nougetsia. Really, I am.
Turbo now seems to have a habit of fudging up some of the racers' names. First Cakesmear, now Yogurtsia and Bluesella? Any suggestions for future name fudge-ups, guys? Lol
Turbo, you evil thing! Stealing the Lucky Charms' catchphrase and twisting it to your own selfish usage… How dare you?
Victims 11 and 12: Berries and Cream and Taffy
Since Turbo said he was heading to check the pits next, I doubled back to the candy barf pit that Nougetsia and Sticky were stuck in. From what I could tell, nobody else had fallen into it yet. But who do I happen to find there, trying to rescue the pair of trapped recolor racers?
The last of the recolor racers—Citrusella Flugpucker.
How ironic considering Jubileena's fate only a short time ago…
.o.o.o.o.
"Come on! Grab it!" Citrusella cried.
"I…can't! It's still too high!" Nougetsia complained, straining to reach a length of licorice rope.
Citrusella was perched on the edge of the pit on her hands and knees, cotton candy cover torn on one end, clutching the end of a long piece of licorice she had found hanging from the nearby candy cane trees. Nougetsia had one arm wrapped around Sticky while her other arm stretched and struggled to snag the other end of the candy rope. It was just too far away, though.
"Find another one!" Nougetsia said, lowering her aching arm.
"There are no more! None that I can reach, at least!" the blueberry-themed racer barked. "Just grab it!"
"I can't, Citrusella! It's too far away! I can't even touch it!" Nougetsia yelled, growing annoyed.
"We're gonna die!" Sticky sobbed, head in her hands.
"Shut it, Sticky! You'll draw bug-butt to us!" Citrusella snapped, glaring at the turquoise recolor.
"Enough fighting," Nougetsia sighed, staring at the melted sugar that kept her feet prisoner. "Citrusella, just…go, okay?"
"No way! I'm not leaving you two down there!" Citrusella cried, horrified by the suggestion. "I'm getting you out!"
"Forget it, Citrusella! You'll just get caught, too!" the pink recolor shouted, glaring up at the other recolor.
Citrusella backed up a step, shocked and afraid. Nougetsia wasn't known to shout, let alone get so angry about something. It was frightening to see her acting like this. Even Sticky stopped crying, terrified of setting her friend off.
"We already lost Torvald," Nougetsia said softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Vanellope and who knows how many others, too. Don't you get it? We can't get away. There's no chance of us getting away from him. Not now, not ever. We're all going to die here, eaten by a psychotic cybrid racer who already unplugged two games and tried to take over a third—ours."
"…But I—"
"No 'but's, Citrusella! Go on! Get out of here!" Nougetsia demanded, looking up at her fiercely. "If you can survive until the end, there might be a chance. We haven't seen Vanellope, so she must've regenerated outside of the forest. The longer we can keep Turbo occupied, the more likely Ralph or Sgt. Calhoun or SOMEBODY…will come rescue us. Okay?"
"But Nougetsi—"
"JUST GO!" Nougetsia screamed tearfully.
Citrusella froze, caught between doing as she was told or continuing to try and get the too-short licorice rope to reach her trapped friends. Tears welling in her eyes, she staggered to her feet and let the rope plummet into the pit. She stifled her sobs as she turned, leaving her best friends behind.
Too bad she didn't get even four steps from the pit…
"Awww! How sweet! Best friends, wanting to stick together to the bitter end but are unable to due to horrible circumstances! What a lovely tear-filled drama…"
Citrusella jumped, head snapping up to see the gigantic cybrid standing in front of her. She had never heard him coming. He stood there, hands clasped together with an adoration-filled look on his face. That look suddenly changed, becoming one of disgust.
"Ugh! I hate teary dramas," Turbo said, tongue stuck out to further display his disgust. "Too mushy for me. I prefer turbo-tastic action and speedy stuff, like races. Races where I win!"
He abruptly snatched Citrusella up by the collar of her jacket, dangling her at eye-level with him. The violet-haired racer screamed, kicking her feet in desperation. Turbo reared his head back, dodging the struggling.
"Nope! I already learned that lesson, brat face," Turbo chuckled, grinning triumphantly.
"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" Citrusella cried, kicking and thrashing wildly.
"Let you go? Okay!" Turbo said, opening his mouth and dangling her over it.
"No! Wait! Don't!" Citrusella screamed, clinging to one clawed finger in terror. "Don't drop me! Please, don't!"
"But you said to let go," Turbo reminded tauntingly.
"Please, don't! I don't wanna die!" the blueberry-themed racer cried, tears falling anew down her cheeks.
"…Meh," Turbo licked her, resulting in her screeching in disgust. "You taste too bland by yourself. Needs a little something extra…"
"Turbo! Let her go!" Nougetsia shouted from in the pit.
"Pipe down, Yogurtsia!" Turbo barked, glaring at the pair. "I'll be back for you in a minute. Be patient. I'm not full yet. You'll all get your turn, don't worry."
"Nougetsia!" she corrected angrily.
"Who cares? You're not that important," Turbo said, waving a hand dismissively. "Stick around, okay? I'll be back!"
The cybrid turned, heading away from the pit and deeper into the forest of candy canes. Nougetsia was still shouting, but Turbo tuned her out. He also tuned out Citrusella's begging. He had a more important task at the moment.
To find something to make eating a blueberry a better experience.
It didn't take long to find something. Turbo flashed a fanged grin at Citrusella, heading toward a large mound of whipped cream. He made a mental note to remember the location. Berries and pancakes tasted better with whipped cream, after all.
"What are you doing? Don't!" Citrusella pleaded, realizing what was going to happen.
"Less talk, brat. I'm not listening, anyway," Turbo commented lightly.
He promptly plunged the blueberry-themed racer into the mound. Turbo was up to his elbow in whipped cream. That would make a lovely after-snack. After a few seconds, he withdrew his arm and grinned at his tasty prize.
"Now you look turbo-tastically delicious!" Turbo snickered cruelly.
"You're not a leprechaun," Citrusella coughed, completely coated in a thick layer of whipped cream.
Turbo glared at her. "You're right. I'm not. I'm far worse," he hissed.
Citrusella fell silent, terrified. Turbo grinned, satisfied he'd gotten his point across. He gave the creamy racer a small lick, purring at the increased flavor.
"Yep! Now you're good enough to eat," Turbo decided.
Citrusella gave a scream when she was tossed up. Razor-sharp teeth crashed shut on her, trapping her in a stinky, dark place. Seconds before she was attacked by a slimy tongue, she realized where she was.
She screamed one final time…
.o.o.o.o.
Sticky looked up, hearing a scream. "Nougetsia…?"
The pink recolor hugged her close. "It's okay. Just ignore it, Sticky. We'll be okay."
"But Citrusella!" Sticky sobbed. "Is she…?"
"It's okay," Nougetsia said softly, rubbing the other's back. "It'll all be okay."
The ground rumbled slightly. Nougetsia glared up at the pit's torn cotton candy top, the rip still there from Citrusella finding them. Turbo soon appeared, leering down at them. He had some white cream at one corner of his mouth.
"Told you I'd be back," he sang merrily, tongue swiping at the cream on his cheek
"Citrusella!" Sticky cried tearfully.
"Oh, her? I decided to have some berries and cream," Turbo replied lightly. "Only…I'm still a bit hungry for blueberries."
"No blueberries here. Go somewhere else!" Nougetsia snarled.
"Oh, how harsh! But, as I recall, there is blueberry taffy," Turbo pointed out. "And how convenient that it's right in front of me. Blueberry taffy seems like it'd be a good compliment to blueberries and cream…"
Nougetsia had no chance to retaliate or try to protect Sticky. A single clawed finger flicked her in the face, snapping her head back painfully. Falling back on her butt, the pink recolor yelped and clutched her aching forehead. Her ankles cried in protest, still painfully stuck in the melted sugar of the pit's bottom.
"NOUGETSIA!"
"Sticky!" Nougetsia cried.
She looked up to see Sticky easily plucked from the pit's bottom, melted sugar coating her feet. She was hauled up to Turbo's face, where he abruptly licked her. Sticky cried amidst Turbo's pleased purr. Then she was dropped into his mouth, all within Nougetsia's line of sight.
"STICKY!" she screamed.
"Mmmmm! Now that was turbo-tastically delicious," Turbo said, smiling pleasantly. He looked down at the crying Nougetsia. "Now, I know I said I'd be back to have you but Bluesella put me in the mood for blueberries. I guess you'll be saved for later…again."
Nougetsia didn't respond, face in her hands as she cried. Turbo ignored her, repairing the torn cotton candy concealing his trap and then heading off into the forest to pursue his next meal. He crossed off taffy on his list of stored snacks.
Frozen yogurt and revenge were very similar dishes. Both were best served cold.
Turbo wondered which one tasted better…
.o.o.o.o.
Now we're down to our final recolor racer. Poor Nougetsia… She just can't seem to catch a break, huh?
Two rules this time around. The second one should've been obvious but since Citrusella made that mistake, I may as well include it. Don't ignore it…
Rules of Survival #10: While rescuing trapped friends can be a good idea, never forget to keep an eye on your surroundings. Losing track of what's around you or not registering something approaching you from behind can lead to lethal consequences.
Rules of Survival #11: Don't argue with Turbo if he steals catchphrases. You will lose. And be eaten. In that order.
This is Pepper Swirlminta, signing off!
