Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing! This story features TCKing12's OC, Candi Di Caramello Owens. Hope you like it!
Also, I just updated Sugar Rush Circus! So when you've finished this, head over to that and read the latest upload!
Everything seemed to be happening in sugar rush at the moment, as the game's ever growing popularity meant they got another upgrade, within weeks of the previous one! As they waited outside, in GCS, Gloyd rubbed his hands together with malice. Recently, none of the racers had been falling for his pranks, and he was getting bored. He was going to get this new person...
The only problem was, she never seemed to be alone! Thought Gloyd to himself as he glanced out of the window once more to see the newest racer standing outside with a group of others.
Here name was Candi, and she looked an awful lot like Crumbelina, but with better hair - in Gloyd's humble opinion. It was loose instead of in buns, with made her look a little less haughty than Crumbs; and to be fair, she was. She seemed to be nice to everyone she met, and Gloyd just couldn't figure out how to prank her.
"So I'll see you guys on Friday, right? Lemonade Lake at twelve?" Came the girl in question's voice. Gloyd grinned. He had an idea. And when Gloyd has an idea, you know it's trouble.
The door creaked slightly as he pushed it open, but his lock picking skills had served him well. He tiptoed gently along the corridor, taking little time to admire the decor of the house. Instead, he entered the first room he found - the lounge.
Carefully, he plugged in his computer to the smallish television. He waited patiently as it loaded slowly, and then the real work came. For the thousandth time, Gloyd thanked his mother once more for teaching him these computer skills - although he was pretty sure she wouldn't want him using them for this.
When he had finally hacked into the system, he left his computer running as he dashed to the bookcase and began pulling off the books. By the time the program had finished running, he had swapped the covers on every single book.
He moved on to the bathroom, and carefully swapped the shampoo with blue hair dye. Giggling to himself, he lifted the toilet and stuck some firecrackers underneath - a classic of his. Then, he glued the soap to the soap dish, but not before coating the floor in the slippery stuff. He slid out into the hallway, and started on the rest of the house.
He entered the bedroom silently, like a ghost. By the time he'd left it, as silently as he'd came in, there were holes in all available pieces of clothing, rocks in the pillows, and gruesome face painted onto Candi's hat model using the girl's minimal makeup.
The kitchen was a minefield of pranks. Firstly, there was the pie that sprung out at you as soon as you opened the fridge. Secondly, the small, unnoticeable attachments that made it impossible to close the blender - though it looked fine. Thirdly, there was the various food stock, which had been pranked as much as possible: the toothpaste Oreos, the baking powder instead of sugar, the spoonful of chilli dumped in every other spice. For good measure, he even added a bucket of cold porridge above the door.
He was ready to move on and do more, when he heard a flock of karts pull up outside. Crepe! Was it already time? He checked his watch, noting that time had gotten away with him again, and ran to the lounge. He grabbed his laptop and various other bits and bobs and ran out the back door, over to his house as fast as his little legs could carry him.
Sighing with relief, he jumped into his garden and placed his belongings on the patio before fumbling with his keys. When he'd finally managed to unlock the door, he pushed it wide open – and was covered in cold water.
"Ack!" He spluttered, shaking. He shook his head. "I must have forgotten that I put my intruder system on?"
He walked into the corridor, taking off his hat to shake the water out of his head. He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and went flying backwards into the table as the high speed cream pie hit him in the chest. "What the fudge?" He exclaimed, wiping the cream off his shirt. He was sure he hadn't set his Swizzle alarm (long story - don't ask).
He proceeded to climb the stairs, with more caution now. He managed to dodge the volley of paint cans, and step nimbly over the string tied in the doorway, but couldn't understand what was happening. He hadn't pranked himself – and no one else could come up with such great pranks!
He walked into the bathroom, slid across the slippery floor, and then stuck his dirty clothes in the laundry basket. He climbed in the shower, and grabbed his shampoo. He rubbed it in as he pondered how this could have happened. Then, he got out of the shower, grabbed his towel, looked in the mirror and screamed.
The next morning, when the racers gathered at the track before the opening of the arcade, everyone was amused by the sight their saw in front of them.
Candi, electric blue hair hidden carefully under her hat, was laughing with her friends, pulling at the rim of her torn skirt. Her face looked slightly different – she didn't have the slightest touch of makeup. She was miming out her face when she saw the hacking on her television – when she started watching, after a few minutes the screen would crackle and buzz unexpectedly and a haunting voice would whisper her name.
All eyes turned to the Kernel as Gloyd pulled up. His hat was pulled over his ears, and there was roaring laughter as he got out of his kart, wearing a ridiculous outfit – his t-shirt had been cut, so it showed his midriff, and his trousers had been stitched up to three inches shorter. His jacket ha cream pie stains on it, and his face was a sulky, angry pout.
"Alright, I know it was one of you guys – so how did you do it? And how did you get the ideas?" He asked them, glaring at the gaggle of kids in front of him.
"Simple Gloyd!" Laughed Snowanna. "We all did it! Together! Honestly, I've never seen us work together so well!"
"And as for how we got the ideas," giggled Citrusella, "we copied the pranks you'd used on us all these years!"
"Which to be fair, were brilliant." Said Swizzle, grinning at his best friend. Gloyd felt an unwanted smile creep onto his face. "I'm honoured!"
"So go on Gloyd, show us your hair!" Said Vanellope, smirking. The pumpkin oy pouted again, this time jokingly, and raised his hat. The racers nearly cried with laughter at the small afro now growing on Gloyd's head. He pulled his hat back down. "You guys are… annoying. But also geniuses. But how did you know I was going to prank Candi?"
Taffyta rolled her eyes. "She's the new girl! Of course you were going to prank her, dum dum!"
Finally, Candi grinned at him, twisting a strand of her brightly coloured hair around her finger. "And by the way, you did a first rate job."
Let it never be said that the racers of Sugar Rush cannot take a joke.
They're all good sports, mostly. Thanks to TCKing12 for the OC loan! Next up will be W. R. Winters VanillaPumpkin idea! I know you suggested it ages ago, but I promise it will be the next chapter!
In fact, I made a little list of the next chapters plan:
W. R. Winters VanillaPumpkin idea
A-Plus Cassiopeia's hero's duty idea
Heartseeker16's OC, Jet Valentine chapter
Guest's idea of pranking Ghostface
And W. R. Winters most recent idea, about Christmas!
I plan on getting these uploaded regularly, but isn't that always the case.
Hoping I can update soon, this is Sticky (a.k.a Miss Wipplesnit) singing out for the night! Goodnight!