Sorry this came so late, I took a bit of time away from this. Some time away from working on it would help me keep it fresh in my mind when I got back, since I feel I constantly want new things to do.

Vanellope sat alone in the floor of her expansive room. Night had fallen, and she had gotten out some paper and a wide array of crayons to doodle with in boredom. The day had been rather exciting; Vanellope now found herself in a new relationship with Candlehead. Less excitingly, Crumbelina- working with Taffyta- had tried to spoil their fun. The joke was on them; Vanellope wouldn't let those two cavities screw around with the president.

On her stomach and kicking her legs back, the raven haired girl drew a pink circle and began to color it in. She sighed, taking a dark blue and making a swirl inside the big pink circle. After, she promptly crumpled the paper, and tossed it out into the hallway where she knew Sour Bill would find it later. Making trouble for him was always amusing.

"I'm gonna diiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee-" she took a deep breath "-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." It was around nine at night, and the castle was deathly silent. Her slumber party had long past since yesterday, and now she would be alone in her big boring palace again. The last contact with her peers was when Candlehead came by for the cake she promised earlier today.

She was getting extremely antsy, rolling onto her back and pretty much flinging the crayons away with an arm. It was time to find something else to do.

"BILLLL." she whined, wondering if he was anywhere close enough to hear her. Probably not. She slowly stood up and waltzed into the hallway, swaying and looking back and forth. Where would he be? She took a right, but before she reached the corner she stopped, backed up, and grabbed the wadded up paper she had tossed into the hall.

After skipping through the halls, taking many different turns and checking rooms, she found him shoving junk into one of the more vacant ones. Vanellope had ordered that toys be made for her some time ago, and perhaps some of the other junk rooms had began to be too full. Vanellope grinned. "Billll, whatcha' doin'?"

Sour Bill grimaced, turning from his chore and looking up at her. "I'm moving your crap."

Vanellope rocked on her heels, hands behind her back with an innocent smile. "Why?"

"You have too much stuff."

"Why?"

"Because you're the president."

"Why?"

He rolled his eyes."Vanellope, is there a reason for the questions?"

"Nope." Sour Bill stood there another moment, before he moved through the doorway to go collect more of her toys from another room. As he turned, Vanellope lunged and forcefully threw the paper wad at him, a direct hit! Sour Bill jumped and glared, looking back at her but kept going. That was no fun! Vanellope trotted and began to follow him.

"Sooooo." she said, starting to walk backwards.

"Do you need anything? How about one of the numerous toys you never touch?"

"Nah. Why do I need toys when I can just mess with you?"

"You know, if you walk like that you'll run into something."

"No I won't! I bet I could even drive an entire race course backwards!" with that, she found herself flailing and off balance, before falling onto her bottom painfully. "Oof!"

"Told you." Vanellope could almost swear she heard him faintly laugh at her misery.

"I didn't trip over nothin', I just got ahead of myself is all. Hmph!" she quickly got back up and walked normally. Sour Bill stopped and got a whole armful of licorice jumping ropes from one of the various rooms, then headed back to the one Vanellope had found him in. "So like, if I licked you you would be all sour n'stuff wouldn't you?"

What sort of question was that? "Of course I would. But I'd prefer it if you didn't lick me. I've been nearly eaten once already by your big friend."

"Hahahaha! Ralph? Oh man I wish I could'a seen that!"

"It wasn't very pleasant." Sour Bill shuddered at the memory as he hobbled into the slightly empty room to toss the jump ropes into. Work was boring- where were the other servants when you needed them?

"I bet he spit you out right away, didn't he?"

Sour Bill sighed and gave her a look. She had a stupidly big grin, like the kind when she was about to start poking fun at you until she slowly grew bored.

"Okayokay I'll stop, I promise. After you let me lick you!"

"Oh gosh, don't you-" Vanellope took a step forward, making an evil face and grabby hands.

"Vanellope!" he yelled, backing up. She took another few steps, laughing like a maniac.

"Mawahahahaaa! I'm the president, you can't say no!"

"I'll- I'll- oh you're right." Sour Bill reverted back to his more bland state, the shock draining from him. Vanellope dropped her arms and gave a annoyed look. She was only playing, and he just ruined it.

"Why can't you be more fun? I wasn't actually gonna lick you!"

"What does it matter?" he droned.

"Uggghhh."

"Is that all you need?"

Vanellope paused, backing up and standing on one foot in the door way. "I guess. You're such a stick in the fudge." as she stepped out and started back for her room sadly, she suddenly remembered something. She reversed into the room in excitement. "Wait wait!"

"Yes?"

"I do need something!"

"Are there monsters under your bed again?"

Vanellope's face went red, she clenched her fist. "No! I need some advice."

"Advice? My oh my." his tone was sarcastic.

"Shut up! It's really important."

"Go on, then."

"Say I gotta. . boyfriend. Right?"

"Hypothetical, or did the president finally stop blowing off the peanut butter fellow?"

"Ew no! Hypothetical! So, I gotta boyfriend and like, it's a secret m'kay? And then two other people find out and say they're gonna tell everyone. And if they tell everyone everything will go all BOOM! And then we'll be laughed at and the whole manner of government will collapse!"

Sour Bill didn't seem to find her claim very believable. "Wait- why would it do that?"

"I- hm. I don't know. It just will! But that's not all. The people who where gonna tell everyone said that if we want to keep it a secret, we have to stop winning races. BUT. I'm the president, so I don't gotta listen to some no-gooder's blackmail."

"This 'hypothetical' story is getting long." he made sure to put out air quotes at the word hypothetical.

"Shh! I'm almost done. So, if I wanted to punish them for being mean to the president and her boyfriend, which do you think is better? Throwing them into the dungeon, or taking away their karts?"

Sour Bill was giving her a funny look by now. She couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expression, but finally he gave an answer, however slow it came."Karts."

Vanellope tapped a finger on her chin and nodded. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Where did all of this come from?" he asked in disbelief.

"Hm? Oh no where! It was just hypothetical like you said. Uh-duuuhhh!"

"Why would you need to fabricate a-"

"It doesn't matter!"

Sour Bill tapped his foot expectantly, obviously he was becoming irritated with her responses. He waved her off and moved to gather more of the overflow from the other room. "Sometimes I wonder how you ever became the ruler at all, Vanellope."

Vanellope stepped out to watch him walk away, deciding she was through with him. "And I wonder why you were made such a sourpuss!" Vanellope crossed her arms and grumbled. With that, she started back to her room.

It would be another hour or so before she would finally begin to nod off.

Vanellope stood alone in a great space that she somehow knew was the center of the castle. There was no furniture, but behind her were tall sugar columns. She turned and watched as rain poured down outside, puddles forming where the spaces between the columns were. She sighed.

"Princess!" came a voice. It was familiar, yet slightly distorted. As if she had heard the voice before, but there was something off about it. From around one of the columns hobbled a teddy gram. Vanellope recalled this particular servant; one of the more fragile of them, with one ear bitten off. However, he looked much worse than before. Rather than his ear being eaten, half of his face had been eaten. There were large bite marks and crumbs falling off around the area.

"Why would you be in the rain?" questioned Vanellope, hands in pockets as he came towards her, sticky multicolored blobs dripped off of him. "You might get soft and fall apart."

The bear seemed fidgety, looking around and refusing to answer. As if he were scared of something.

"Hello?" Vanellope asked sarcastically, a little angry. She didn't know why she felt angry, she just suddenly was.

"Yes? Do you need something?" asked the bear, looking down at her with a deep frown. He rubbed his sticky cookie paws together.

"Why were you in the rain?"

"Rain?" he seemed confused. Vanellope rose an eyebrow and looked past the bear. The rain had stopped, and there didn't seem to be any evidence that there ever had been any rain at all.

"Oh."

"I almost forgot to tell you something." suddenly came the teddy gram, who was still dripping despite there not being a single drop outside anymore. Vanellope waited for him to continue, but he did not.

"Go on then. Spit it out!"

"I think the other bears are angry!" he exclaimed, a little louder than needed.

"Other bears?" asked Vanellope, tilting her head. The teddy gram nodded vigorously and leaned over so their faces would be at equal height. There was concern on his face.

"You need to leave."

Vanellope scrunched up her face, looking behind her feeling that she heard a commotion through the walls. When she turned back, the teddy gram had become rather- to her dismay- lifelike. "What are-?"

He had dropped onto four stumpy arms, paws equipped with sharp claws. His body was large and covered in shaggy, messy brown fur. What scared her the most, however, was his face. It was half eaten, just as before, not sparing the blood and brains. The beast was inches from her and she began to panic, backing up. It roared and stomped forward on it's massive claws.

Vanellope was backed against the wall, her head filled with exploding noise. She was about to begin hyperventilating; there was no escape, she would die. The bear continued its tromp, and soon her entire field of vision was nothing but blood, teeth, and the fiery eyes of a savage beast foreign to Sugar Rush.

"LEAVE!" it screamed, and there came a pain in Vanellope's chest as if being shot.

There you have it; a nice short, cliff hanger ending chapter. I intend to make a sequel, and I should begin on it either Monday or Tuesday I expect the sequel to have less chapters, but more intensity.

EDIT: The first bit of the sequel is up, under the title "Phase Three."