Jenna—If you think that's bad…he could get worse. *sees you starting to go to the Google search engine, and breaks your computer* NO LOOKING UP MOVIE SPOILERS! This story…is going to be so suspenseful towards the end. And anyway, my favorite Koopaling is probably Wendy or Ludwig or Morton.

PrincessLaLaBlue—Here she is…one of my favorite reviewers! *applause* I'm glad you can read and catch up so quickly, and I hope that you love this chapter! (Also, when reviewing, try not to spoil too much of the movie. Jenna hasn't seen it yet!)

Ashurathehedgehog—Don't count on BEN showing up, because he doesn't connect to this story at all, nor does he have any relevance with our main characters. With Corrupted Sonic, he is torturing the love of Alicia's life. With MARIO, he has taken Jenna from her potential dream boyfriend. But if you can spot the reference to another gaming Creepypasta here, I'll give you a cookie.

KaylaKissesKangaroos—I was wondering where you were, but I'm glad that you caught up. And I hope that you keep reading and reviewing!

Dalek—I'm sorry that yesterday's chapter was a little late. A lot of stuff came up. I have a job dog-sitting for my neighbor. Anyway, I live in Georgia. And I'm sorry that today's chapter was a little late, too. My grandparents invited me to their house for a little bit of ice cream. How could I refuse that? And wow, you're eleven years old, but you still have recess? Lucky…

greatbigsealover44—Oh, there you are! I'm glad you liked that line. Thanks for reviewing!

KylaSoulSongAlchemist—I loved that line, as terrible as it was, LOL. And yeah, I think that's part of the reason why I love King Candy.

Chapter Twelve

"Is your friend over there a Trojan Horse, too?" Jenna demanded as soon as MARIO had returned his attention to her. He didn't answer, but Jenna assumed that this meant "yes". "What about King Candy? Is he one?" MARIO stiffened, and Jenna couldn't read what he was saying. "Well, virus or not, someone will come for me," she declared, folding her arms.

MARIO smiled. "The only one who has survived this game is me. Nobody else can navigate to the worlds that lie beyond the first stage. You're stuck here." His shoulders started shaking with silent laughter, and his prisoner got to her feet. She was taller than him, and this gave her a slight advantage…she thought.

"Who are you?" Jenna demanded. "And don't tell me that your name is anything like an Italian plumber I know, because you aren't him. Mario is a good guy that saves people. You're a villain. So you can't be Mario. So who are you?" The copy of the popular hero was shaking, his fists clenched with rage, and Jenna knew that she had struck a nerve. And this gave her the strength to continue. And from the corner of her eye, she saw that there was a door. Her escape opportunity was right there! She smirked at MARIO. "What are you going to do to me?" She taunted. "Are you going to use some of the REAL Mario's moves? How pathetic are you?" She now had her hand on the doorknob, and she truly believed that she could escape.

And then the door opened, and MARIO was standing there. He had learned the power of teleportation, something that the actual Mario never had (as far as Jenna knew, anyway). "This is what is going to happen to you if you dare set foot outside of this room." MARIO reached into the pocket of his overalls and pulled out a crumpled photograph. It was of Princess Peach, smiling and dainty, as she usually looked. But as Jenna watched, the expression turned to one of horror, and her skin began to peel away. Her hair fell out in clumps, and soon her eyeballs dangled from their sockets, falling down. She now looked like Victim Number One. "You're in worse hands than your friend is. I will kill you. You mean nothing to me, and you know nothing." Jenna slid down the wall, clutching her sides and biting her hand…


"That was close!" Black gasped when the gang was back inside of Vanellope's hideout. They had lost the king and his minions, but only by a little bit of luck. "Let's go ahead and practice!" She said, fanning herself with a hand and turning to Vanellope. With help from Ralph, they made a race track inside of the mountain, perfect for the three karts to drive around. After a good solid hour, they all felt one hundred percent sure that Vanellope could win the race with one hand tied behind her back. Ralph was excited, but he stepped outside of the hideout for a breath of air.

"I'm going to make him something special!" Vanellope announced, rummaging through her belongings until she found an old sugar cookie. She and Lulu covered it with frosting and sprinkles. On one side, they inscribed FOR STINKBRAIN. But on the other, Vanellope wrote in her neatest and best cursive: "You're my hero."

"I think that we should give up our jobs as racers and just become candy artists," Lulu suggested. She was joking, but even so…

"Nah, let's just keep our day job," Black decided, and the trio cracked up before running outside to catch up with Ralph. He was standing by the three karts, staring at the Candy Kart with an odd look in his eyes.

"Hey, we're back!" Vanellope chirped. "Did you miss us?" She didn't wait for his answer, and she had him kneel like a man about to be knighted when she presented him with his medal. "Now rise, my royal chump!" Vanellope commanded, rolling her "Rs". "We have a triple-date with destiny!" She high-fived her two best friends and hopped into the Candy Kart. "Ralph, c'mon! Move your molasses!"

"Um, I've been thinking—"

"That's dangerous," Black joked. Lulu giggled.

"Who cares about this stupid race, anyway? I'm being serious. And it was really fun to build a kart, but maybe you shouldn't do this!" Ralph was acting really weird, even for him, and Black and Lulu had noticed this. Something was wrong. What had happened during their brief time apart? Vanellope's eyes widened, and she reached into Ralph's shirt, removing a medal. It wasn't the one she had made for him. It was the one from Hero's Duty.

"Where did you get this?" She asked.

Ralph was busted. There was no way out of this predicament. "Look, I've been talking with King Candy, and—"

"You sold me out?"

"No, no, you don't understand—"

"Oh, I understand plenty, TRAITOR!" She yelled, throwing the medal in his face. "You're a RAT! And I don't need you to help me win this race. None of us do."

"I'm trying to save your skin, kid!" Ralph shouted, lifting Vanellope out of her kart.

"Put her down!" Lulu ordered, running at the much larger man. He ignored her.

"When the racers see you glitching, they're going to think that the game is broken, and then you'll be put out of order, and that'll kill you!"

"I DON'T CARE! YOU'RE A LIAR! I'm not listening! Get out of my way! I'm going to win that race." She was glitching so badly that her voice was coming out weird. But Ralph managed to suspend her, Lulu, and Black from one of the candy trees. And Vanellope screamed and glitched in horror as she watched Ralph destroy her brand-new kart. When it was all over, she fell from the branch and stared, heartbroken, at the man she once called her friend. "You really are a bad guy," she choked out, running to Lulu, who was holding out her arms, ready to embrace the weeping child. She cradled Vanellope in her arms, glaring at Ralph. Black stood beside the other two racers and just frowned. Her expression was unreadable as she watched Ralph walk away.

"I thought that he would never leave," a whimsical voice mused, and the three girls gasped and huddled closer together when King Candy stepped closer to them, sneering. "Sour Bill, throw them in the fungeon, but keep them in separate cells and as far away from Fix-It Felix as possible!" Lulu perked up. Felix was here? Perhaps there was hope, after all…


Alicia had not anticipated how terrible it would be to be alone with Corrupted Sonic. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked, shutting her eyes. She couldn't help asking, but she didn't want to look at that awful face anymore. She had to look for her answer, so she peeked through her fingers.

"What's the fun in killing you if I can only do it once?" She gulped. "Are you afraid of me?" Corrupted Sonic asked. He had somehow altered his face to make it look like the original Sonic the Hedgehog, and while this was a welcoming change and a pleasant sight, it didn't fool Alicia at all. "Do you want to see Knuckles now?" She didn't answer, and turned her head to avoid meeting his gaze. He grabbed her chin in his hands and made her look back at him. He had turned back into his true self. "ANSWER ME!" His text box boomed, and she nodded over and over again. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her through a labyrinth of halls and rooms until they reached a metal door. He entered a special code into a panel, which allowed the door to open. He shoved her inside, and Alicia heard the door lock behind her.

The room she was in was pitch black. The only source of light came from a collection of television screens, each one showing a different image, like security cameras at malls. She heard heavy breathing and whispers. "Is someone there?"

"Who are you?" As Alicia's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she made out the shape of the figure stepping closer to her tentatively. The long dreadlocks were there, as were the large hands. But what shone and stood out more than anything were the emerald green eyes that glistened with tears. It was Knuckles.

"I'm Alicia, and I'm here to rescue you," she told him, reaching a hand out to him. He touched it, but with great hesitation. The poor thing was scared to come in contact with anyone. "Where are the others?" She wondered. "Is everyone else still okay?"

"We're fine." Five characters stepped closer, and Alicia had seen two of them from the footage (Tails and Eggman). But the other three were new, but not strangers. How could she forget the adorable bunny with her lovable pet Chao? And everyone knew—and most hated—the sweet pink gerbil with a giant hammer. And finally, there was the princess and rival to Eggman. What were Sally Acorn, Amy Rose, and Cream doing in Sonic dot exe?

"In fifteen seconds, that door will open, and we will have approximately seventeen seconds to run for the game exit," Tails calculated, cutting off the train of thought. "I don't know why he's coming in here, and I don't think that we're going to find out if my plan works. None of us can escape. But you can," he told Alicia. "You need to get out of here while you still can."

"But I can't just leave you all!" She protested. Tails began the countdown, whispering each number to himself.

"We'll be fine," Amy promised, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Just go. If we never see you again, then we'll know that you're okay. Even if you're dead, you'll be okay." Tails was reaching the end of the countdown, and Cream and Sally dragged Alicia to the door.

"I'll come back for you!" She shouted, running as fast as her legs could take her. But she remembered the name of one of the stages of this game, and her blood turned ice-cold as she began to panic.

"You can't run."


The only good thing that had come from being taken back to the candy palace was that Lulu got to look at that portrait of Turbo again. He got more and more dashing each time she saw him, and now she was blushing at the thought of meeting him. She kept telling herself that this was impossible because he was dead, but still…it didn't hurt to dream. Inside of her prison cell, she had plenty of time to dream. But her train of thought crashed when the door to her room opened, and Sour Bill stood there. "His Majesty King Candy is willing to negotiate."

"I'm listening," she told him, sitting up. She had been lying on her crude excuse for a bed, staring at the ceiling and fantasizing about Turbo. "But I'll only talk with him if it means that Vanellope will get to race. Has he mentioned her at all with his 'terms'?" She asked, putting air-quotes around "terms". Bill paused and shook his head. "Then tell him to live long and suck it. I'm not going to talk."

"But I think you should listen," Bill insisted, raising his flat voice a little. "If you agree to his terms, then you and Black Licoricetwist will be released and allowed to participate in today's random roster race. Black's record will be cleared, and she'll be given a fresh start." He hesitated before mumbling, "All he wants in return is your hand in marriage."

If Lulu had been drinking a glass of water, she would have done a spit-take. "HE WANTS WHAT?" She screeched. "I haven't been a character in his game for a full week yet, and already he's putting the moves on me? Second…gross! I'm not going to marry that disgusting, pudgy, old twerp of a man! And THIRD…the number one rule about dating, forget about marriage, is this: if the guy does not like your friends, then you dump him like yesterday's garbage!"

"Hey, I am not pudgy!" The king's voice rang out, causing Bill and Lulu to jump. The ceiling was not that far away from the ground, so she bashed her head on it.

"Oh, my gum, have you been listening to me the whole time?" She asked in disgust. "Gosh, don't you have anything better to do? Don't answer that question," she interrupted when he started to speak.

"Let's cut to the chase, Smarties-Pants," the king growled, narrowing his eyes. Lulu lowered her head so that he wouldn't see her wry smile. He was not in the slightest bit romantic. "There are many pros to accepting my generous offer, such as the racing privileges. Who knows? If you keep racing, you might be as good as me one day." Lulu thought to Turbo, and something clicked in her mind.

"I know why you have that portrait of Turbo. It's a reminder that you'll never be as great as him. That's why you have it here—to remind you that you'll always be a runner-up." She flashed a smug grin at him. "You're never going to be him! And Vanellope and Black are better than you will ever be at playing a game fairly. They don't go out of their way to discriminate against the players and keep them from winning…" She was silenced when he delivered a slap to her face. It didn't hurt that badly, but the shock of the impact cut her off.

"How dare you speak to your king that way?" He hissed. "I refuse to listen to this!" He turned on his heel and began to march away, the bells on his shoes jingling.

But Lulu wasn't finished with him. "You may have won something, but that doesn't mean you're a winner. In fact, I think that you're a total loser." The king paused, but he continued to walk away. Once she was sure she was alone, Lulu pressed her ear against the wall of her prison. "Black? Vanellope? Are you two okay in there?" She heard feeble replies. "Don't you guys worry," Lulu called over, trying to be loud enough for them to hear her but quiet enough to not be overheard by any of the guards. "There's a way out of every video game prison. All we need to do is find that flawed code…" She began to walk around her room, pressing her hands against every solid surface. "I just hope I can find it in time…"


Black Licoricetwist belongs to Raccon Girl.

Sally, Amy, and Cream have appeared in a Creepypasta sequel to Sonic dot exe called Sally dot exe. It is not as disturbing as the original. But even so...

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