A/N: Gah... Got loads of homework to do. Easter is over so maybe you'll expect updates from me once a week at most. Still, this is nearing its' end, so... Yeah. Read on!

As soon as I entered the Volcano, I was too busy concentrating on Vanellope's condition to think that someone else might be nearby.

"Hello, fart-feathers? You there?!" I shouted, shaking her as hard as I could to try to wake her up, but she remained unconscious.

After a small while of constant shaking, I figured that it was no use and put her on the bed, sitting next to her. "What do I have to do to wake her up?" I sighed.

"You could use some kind of candy to wake her up."

I perked up at the noise and turned backwards, seeing a racer. She had dark-blue hair put into pigtails, wore a purple jacket with white stripes on top of a white shirt with a blueberry imprinted on it, had bluish-purple eyes and the most notable feature about her was that she wore a blueberry hat on her head. At first, I thought it was Jubileena Bing-Bing, but then realised from the lack of red that she was actually another racer and was just a palette swap of her. I didn't really know what her name was, as she wasn't featured on the Roster so often, but if I remember correctly, it was something to do with Citruses.

Eyeing her suspiciously to see if there was anyone else near her or if she was going to spread the secret, I asked her, frowning slightly, "Who are you and how did you get here?" Now, I know I should've pinned her down or something and shouted at her face to not tell the secret or otherwise I would tear her pixel-by-pixel, but I remember not seeing her when she was bullied, and violence doesn't always solve a problem, especially when you're trying to persuade them to do something.

She stepped back slightly, and I saw a slight bit of fear in her eyes. "P-please don't hurt me, I just was passing by when I saw you go through a wall."

"Why am I so dumb?" I thought to myself. "I knew I should've looked around before going near the hideout! I knew it!"

"It's fine. Just don't tell anyone about it, because she'll..." I paused, trying to think of a word. It's hard to say this in a reassuring tone, as the thought of Vanellope being homeless and having nowhere to go made me feel pretty angry. It was bad enough that she was excluded from all the other activities, and if she was then forced out of her own home where she wouldn't even bother anyone, that was just unfair and evil.

"She'll... What?" She asked, still slightly scared.

I suddenly became furious at how ignorant they were being. "You people have been ruining her life by tormenting her every SINGLE day, pushing her into mud, destroying her karts she had to build by HERSELF using scrap material, and if she even gets NEAR any race, she'll get put in the fungeon! Now, you don't even understand what you're doing when you're forcing her out of this... Place, that she calls home!"

She stumbled backwards, and I was about to go on and rant about how much she'd been suffering when both of us heard a groaning sound come from Vanellope, and we rushed over to her.

"Vanellope! You alright?" I asked, full of concern. I didn't even notice that the blueberry girl had followed me and watched her from the other side of the bed until she put her hand over her forehead. "What are you doing?!" I shouted at her, glaring.

She returned the glare. "I'm just seeing whether she has a fever or not! Geez!"

"Why do you even care?"

The girl looked somewhat offended by this comment, and then, to my surprise, shouted at me, "Just because I'm a racer doesn't mean I'm a stuck-up or self-centred person like Taffyta! I have feelings too, you know!"

I looked down towards Vanellope, feeling slightly ashamed. She had a point there, and in retrospect, I probably did overreact to that gesture, so I scratched my head and said to her, "I'm sorry, uh... What was your name? I don't think I've seen you that often on the roster."

"Citrusella Flugpucker." She wasn't really that angry now. "I'm sorry."

"You should be." I said, a smirk forming on my face.

"Hey! You're supposed to say that you were also sorry for what you did!" We both giggled a little. "Also, you haven't told me who you are! Which game did you come from, anyway?"

"Citrusella, I didn't come from any game."

"Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes but then she realised I wasn't joking. "But how'd you come here then?

"I was trying to help you guys start up the backup generator so when lightning struck, your game wouldn't lose electricity. But then somehow as I was connecting the wires, I guess that something happened which got me sucked in."

"Why'd you do that?"

"The owner of the arcade, Mr. Litwak, let me be in charge of the arcade for two weeks or so, and since I'm here, that's the reason why you or any other game has been played."

"So that's why we didn't get played! Sticky and Torvald were going crazy and thought that the arcade was going to be closed!" We both laughed.

I was about to ask how the others were reacting to it when we were interrupted by another groan, louder and clearer this time.

"I don't r-r-really feel s-so well..." She moaned, glitching while she spoke.

"Vanellope! Are you okay? Citrusella, you said that there was some kind of candy to help her, right?"

"Well..." She hesitated for a moment, trying to remember the answer. "There should be, but it's pretty rare."

"Where can you find it?!" I shouted.

Citrusella flinched a bit. "Well... To be honest, I don't really know. But she's going to wake up soon. Look!" She pointed at Vanellope, who was starting to get up.

She seemed slightly dizzy at first, but when she saw Citrusella, all her dizziness turned into fear and she dived under the blankets (or candy wrappers, whatever).

"W-what's she d-d-doing here?" I noticed that she glitched a lot more while scared or nervous.

"Don't worry, Vanellope. She's okay, unlike the other racers." Citrusella seemed slightly miffed at the comment, so I added, "No offense. I know there are probably some other racers like you as well."

A small smile appeared on her face. "None taken."

Vanellope poked her head out from the bedsheets. "Y-you sure you won't hurt me?"

"I promise. Pinkies?"

Vanellope smiled weakly.

"You're not going to be alone, Vanellope. Not anymore."

A/N: I hate Chinese homework. Aside from that, sorry this took such a long time. I had to rewrite quite a lot of parts again and again, and there was loads of homework I needed to do (and also a Science project, two Trinity examinations and a Beta-Read request which I still haven't fully done. Sorry, SnappleT!).

Oh, and there should be a poll about what character you like most on my profile, which might affect the future chapters.

Vanellope: 'Might?'

Me: I'm not so sure where this story is heading, but that'll give me a bit of an idea.

Vanellope: Am I in it?

Me: *facepalms and sighs* Obviously, dumbo.

Vanellope: Vote for me, people! I order you to!