A/N: Ok, here's the final one for tonight. My hands are freezing, I'm tired, and my eyes are sore. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Hopefully the next one will be up before the weekend. No promises. Have fun.
The following characters does not belong to me. All characters belong to the creators of Wreck-It Ralph; Walt Disney.
Dreams. At times they were something that Turbo had always dread to face once sleep took over and dragged him in to the unconscious world where memories deep within his code were eager to escape and either torture him with hate or joy; to wake up from both but be full of regret or anger, the same for the joy that he had to leave that peaceful visionary of memories.
Now this dream that Turbo was forced to endure was the one thing he did not want to relive especially when his relationship with Vanellope that was still becoming quite a bond, and the thought of this one memory to come back to life was bound to be distressing when the racer would stir.
'Another year has gone.' Turbo sighed as he sat in the far corner again avoiding the characters of the arcade which had just closed and now Game Central Station was a swarming crowd of the entire arcade.
'Any others that arrived on the last or first day of the new year will be celebrating. Just like the Humans as they celebrate the start of a new year to begin.'
And as Turbo was busy settling away in his own little world the sound of two familiar characters passed by with an interesting conversation that interfered his thoughts.
"Did you hear of the new game that has arrived?"
"Yep. Isn't it a racing game? I could barely make out the console."
"That's right! It's called Sugar Rush. The extras it has are seats, pedals and quite a steering wheel on the console, it's really impressive. The last racing game I remember was Turbo-Time when it only had a small steering wheel on the console."
"Yeah. Well, games are changing alot now and the new year has only just begun."
'A racing game?' Turbo questioned himself inwardly. 'Sugar Rush? Hmm. I wonder which outlet it is in. Hopefully I can get back in to the very thing I was programmed to do for the rest of my life and that is racing!'
As the new day arrived and all the characters had woken up ready for another day of work, taking their positions and awaiting for the quarter alert to indicate a gamer was at the controls eagerly waiting to play their favourite game.
The only ones left in Game Central Station was Turbo who began to skulk around looking for the new title of the game that went by Sugar Rush.
"Burger Time, Tapper's..." Turbo muttered as he eyed each board above the outlets. "...Street Fight, S - " Turbo faltered as his eyes blinked once then again to make sure he was reading the right title. "Sugar Rush. Found it!" He cheered lightly before he hurried on over to the other side of the station.
Before he stepped a foot through the suspected barrier that would alert the Surge Protector, he looked to see there was no train carriage to take him in to the game. "Looks like I'll be walking for awhile."
"Hey!" Turbo felt his moving muscles freeze to that all too familiar voice. "Don't move!"
"More like running!" Turbo exclaimed as he managed to gain control of himself and made a mad dash through the barrier, hurrying up the few steps and finally came in contact with the live wire of the outlet. "New life here I come!" Turbo cheered as he ran along down the wire.
Back in Sugar Rush's plug, the Surge Protector sighed hopelessly as he idly picked his pen out of the pocket of his shirt and brought a pocket notepad from the back of his trousers. "Mental note," He spoke aloud as he began to write down his uttered words, "Do not announce self until you're face to face with the character." He then disappeared back in to the station with a sudden flash of white and blue with a crackling spurt of electricity.
Meanwhile, back in the wire of Sugar Rush, Turbo, now panting to catch his breath back, walked on in staggering steps. "That... was... close," He spoke through each breath he earned in a painful slow pace. His back and legs ached. He hadn't used those muscles to make a desperate escape like that for years now. As he walked along, he groaned as a sudden itch that came out of the blue and decided to attack him at the soles of his feet.
"Stupid things!" Turbo grumbled as he tried to walk the nagging sensation off. "Why now of - Wait," Turbo froze for a moment as a little voice appeared to whisper in his ear, "You're about to walk on strange ground." "I'm not even - " Turbo froze again as the feel of several humps of the innards of wire had now changed to a new terrain. Turbo looked down at the ground to see he was now on a path that was a rainbow texture with many tiny crystals of sugar making the path shine perfectly.
Turbo was slightly confused at first. But as he continued on further, no longer within the lines of the extension path, the racer gawked at the scenery that was set before his very eyes. The entire landscape was decorated out with the usage of such sweets alike that Turbo was mesmerised by.
"So many kinds! How could the programmers think of all this and create such memory to hold all of this?!" Turbo exclaimed with such shock and awe as he could not help but remain standing on the rainbow road, gazing at the size of the vast land that varied with all kinds of sweets to create one spot of land to another. Turbo then heard a echo of engines roaring away within the distance. He squinted as he saw small figures tear along down the track. Turbo felt his heart soar with joy.
"Ya-tah!" Turbo cheered as he jumped as high as he could whilst throwing a clenched fist in the air. "With a track that is much more than a simple oval I'll be able to race here for the rest of my life!"
"Oh, really now?" Turbo cringed as an extra voice spoke aloud. He looked to his right to see an elder looking man standing by him. He had tufts of grey hair flow along to the back of his head above his ears, the rest of him was bold. The only other thing accompanying it was a golden crown that sat atop slanted upon his head.
The man was also wearing a red bow-tie that resembled a sweet wrapper that held up a lace collar. He wore a purple tailcoat with a white vest that was covered in glitter underneath and cuff-links at the wrists, and lastly he wore poofy golden pants that settled before his thighs with the rest of his legs embraced in golden tights and his feet within purple slippers with a red gumdrop at the toes.
"I don't know who you are, but what I would mainly like to know is why do you mention you will be racing here in Sugar Rush?" the monarch asked Turbo who straightened himself up. He couldn't help but chuckle at the monarchs lisp impediment that sadly reminded him that he also had that little bother as well.
"Well, I don't see how it's your concern, old man." said Turbo as he raised his head high and crossed his arms.
"Oh, but it is. You're in mine and my daughters kingdom, mister." said the King as he furrowed his brow in disappointment. "I am King Candy, and it is my duty to keep this game pure and free of mass mayhem."
"Yeah, yeah. Good luck with that, Candy." Turbo scoffed. "Now, I'm off to - "
"Of to what?" King Candy asked as he grasped Turbo by his arm. The racer turned his head to stare menacingly at the King. "What is your name?"
"I am Turbo. The greatest racer ever!" Turbo exclaimed as he managed to pry his arm free from the King's grip. "And, since you'll be the first to know, I will be within the eyes of all gamers again for I shall be racing once and for all!"
"You're far too over confident about yourself, aren't you? Using ore-sama to express yourself as the best racer of all racing games."
"Ore what?" Turbo echoed in question. "What the heck are you talking about?"
"It means you are just definitely over the top. Or for you, a big ego with your programmed racing."
"Why don't you just leave off already?" Turbo sneered at the king.
"Hey Dad!" Turbo groaned to an extra voice that belonged to a young girl who skipped up along the road. She came to a halt in-front of Turbo. "Who is this weirdo?" She then asked, gesturing to the racer in-front of her who scowled to the girl's remark.
"If this is your so-called daughter then you ought to teach her not to be rude to others." said Turbo as he tried to move aside from both monarch and girl.
"It's called freedom of speech," the girl piped up, "So I'll say what I like."
"Vanellope," King Candy sighed softly, "not right now, my gum-drop. I need to escort this rather demented racer out of the game."
"You won't be doing anything at all." Turbo sneered as he managed to shinny out of the little surrounding circle of the girl, Vanellope and King Candy kept the racer in. "I'll be off now to do some improvements that will bring more gamers to me and only me! Later!" Turbo then kicked up his feet to make a mad dash down the road.
"Hey! Get back here!" King Candy exclaimed.
"I'll get him!" Vanellope cried out determinedly as her small chibi body distorted in to pale blue pixels which she vanished in to and transported herself closer to the racer who carried on his getaway.
As the road appeared steeper, Turbo felt himself unable to control his own speed. So, before he could attempt to gain proper control within his legs and ease his pace to slow down for the brief run on the road, a sudden weight was thrown on to his upper back which sent him toppling close to the ground. And in that instant impact on his back, Turbo felt a sickening pain strike him at his brow before everything went black.
Turbo's limp body came to a halt at the bottom of the road. Next to the unconscious racer was Vanellope who also laid still until two loud beeps along with her contour blinking in a haze of blue pixels, the young girl was suddenly standing up on her own two feet. She gingerly rubbed at her left upper arm as she looked down to see her target now laid still and unresponsive. Even the nudge she gave Turbo with the toe of her boot did not rouse him.
"Such a weirdo," She chuckled, softly, "You can't out run me."
"Vanellope!"
The said girl looked up to see King Candy hurrying down the road. He skidded to a halt, almost tripping over Turbo's unconscious form. The monarch knelt down and slowly took hold of the racer's wrist where he felt for a pulse. It was there. Weak, but still there.
"He's still alive." King Candy murmured as he released his grip and rose to his feet. "Of course he would no longer be a single pixel, but your glitching, my dear," He went on as he now stood by Vanellope, laying a hand on her shoulder, "it really did take a toll on him."
"But what do we do with him now?" Vanellope asked.
"Well, we'll have to detain him for awhile," King Candy answered, "just before we send him back to his game." He then looked at Vanellope hopefully. "My sugar-plum, you're fast with your power. Please, go find Wynnchel and Duncan so that they can take this racer to the castle." and with that, Vanellope vanished in a sudden flash of pale blue pixels.
King Candy sighed softly as he turned his gaze down to Turbo's unconscious form. "Why are you really here?" He whispered in question as he kept his cold stare on the racer.
Turbo wasn't sure how long it had took for him to find himself regaining consciousness. All he knew was that his head was pounding, he could feel a harsh grip at both his under arms while he also felt his toes were trailing along the ground beneath him.
'What... What happened to me?' Turbo questioned himself, mentally.
"Thank you, Wynnchel, Duncan," an unforgettable voice echoed within Turbo's hearing.
"You're welcome, Your Majesty." said one of the suspected characters Turbo assumed were the ones that still had hold of him.
"Come on, Dad!" another hard to not recognise voice bellowed away. "Let's sort him out and get rid of him."
'That... girl!' Turbo growled as quietly as he could under his breath. 'She'll pay, and her so-called father shall be the price.'
"Now, now, Vanellope, that is not how we settle such situations." said King Candy. "We need to wait until he regains consciousness before we can send him back to his game."
'The heck you are!' Turbo seethed softly. He had to await for that perfect moment to make a break for it and follow out his scheme he had planned for this game. 'This game will be mine forever!'
"Vanellope!" King Candy suddenly exclaimed which made Turbo jump. Luckily the suspected characters that still held him did not notice the shock of a sudden yell. "Don't go in the chamber."
'Chamber?' Turbo peeked an eye open and strained his luminescent ocular to spot King Candy gesturing for Vanellope to move away from a pair of tall, silk maroon curtains. 'That may just be it.' Turbo then closed his eye, remaining to appear unconscious.
"Duncan, Wynnchel, just lay him on the floor. He can't do anything while he's out cold." King Candy ordered. Turbo immediately felt the grip at his under arms disappear as the Doughnut Policemen set him down to lay on his side almost too gently to say he was now considered a danger to the game. "You're dismissed, you two." King Candy continued.
Turbo heard the sound of boots clacking away while the sound of jingling bells approached him. 'Great.' Turbo groaned mentally. 'If that's the King then this may take some time.'
"Hmm. He seems to have been out for a good while." the King murmured.
"He's probably faking it." said Vanellope. "He must have some idea to catch us off guard."
"You could be right, Vanellope, but let's not jump to conclusions right now." King Candy then turned on his heel and paced along around Turbo's form. "If he doesn't come round soon then we'll just have to send for the C.L.A.W Team to take him in to Game Central Station."
'It's now or never.' Turbo told himself. He strained an eye open again to get a view of who was near. Luckily both King Candy and Vanellope were by the grand Gothic-like windows. Turbo decided to watch the duo closely before deciding to take action.
Turbo slowly ushered himself up to be on his hands and knees and stealthy crawled along the floor, making his way to the grand curtains while also continuously glancing over his shoulder at Vanellope and King Candy who kept on chattering away.
Fate seemed to adore Turbo right now for he soon arrived in-front of the curtains to the 'Oh how he hoped' code vault of Sugar Rush. Turbo was now on his feet and hurrying down a dim-lit corridor that led him down to a pair of elevator doors.
Once he pressed the call button and entered the carriage, back in the Throne room, King Candy had made his decision to get the C.L.A.W team to take Turbo away. That was if Turbo was there when the monarch looked over his shoulder.
"He's gone!" King Candy gasped.
"What? Where?!" Vanellope exclaimed as she glitched herself here and there, covering the entire gargantuan room.
King Candy looked around nervously as he raked through his mind to try and figure out where Turbo could be. Then it hit him.
"I'll be off now to do some improvements!" Turbo's words echoed through his mind. "The code vault! Vanellope! To the code vault, that's where he'll be. Hurry!"
Meanwhile, deep in the depths of Sugar Rush, Turbo had arrived before the door to the suspected chamber. The racer furrowed his brow as he gawked at the door that was styled as a Nintendo control.
"Strange," Turbo murmured to himself, "and it looks like it has a certain code to get in." the racer brushed his pale white fingers over the button pads. "Let's see if this will do it; Left, right, up, down, A, B, Start." Turbo waited, but the door did not open.
Turbo raised his hand to the buttons again and pressed them in a different order. "Right, left, right, left, down, up, B, A, Start." He muttered under his breath. Once again, that attempt did not work. "Oh, come on!" He exclaimed as he slammed his fist against the door.
Before Turbo could try again, the sound of the elevators motor sent a shiver down the racer's spine as he glanced over his shoulder, staring at the elevator doors. "Damn! They must know I'm here!" Turbo then turned his attention back to the Nintendo door. "Come on, think! Maybe if I press the directional buttons more than the others. After all third time is always a charm."
Turbo continued with another code he had hope that would open the door for him. "Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Start!" the sound of a buzzer as well as a green light shone confirmed the code for the door swung round before the door parted open.
The racer looked behind him and spotted a long rope that was made of licorice. He quickly grasped the end and tied it tightly around his waist. He then scrambled to find the next end which he hurriedly tied to one of the neon-blue wires that decorated the walls and ceilings.
Turbo dived in to the ebony zero-gravity chamber just as the elevator doors opened, revealing King Candy and Vanellope who hurried over to the entrance of the vault.
"Get out of there this instant!" King Candy exclaimed in to the void.
"Oh, I'll come out once I've updated a few things!" Turbo snapped as he swerved around several different coloured files that were suspended by wires fed by spontaneous electrons. The racer then came to a halt as he spotted a single file with a familiar name on it.
Turbo grinned wickedly as he grabbed the file by its only wire and yanked it free from the file. The damage was already done among the monarch who keeled over in agony. His body began to sputter in numerous pixels, deforming his contour which made him appear no longer as a character.
Vanellope wrapped an arm around the King as his coding began to spark and hiss as it tried to regenerate itself. The monarch could only howl in pain as Turbo tore away at the bottom of the wire within the chamber.
"No... What have you done to him?!" Vanellope barked at the racer.
"The very same thing that shall befall you too, little girl!" Turbo snapped back. He swayed along and flowed on towards the exit and stared down at the monarch whose body was nothing but minuscules of pixels that pulled away from his form but refused to be independent of the King.
Turbo began to chuckle softly as he watched the dying King and the young girl offer hopeless comfort to the deteriorating monarch. The racer's chuckles then turned in to laughter; manic laughter as his first goal was complete; a success in to gaining what he wanted from this game. What he needed to become a part of Sugar Rush.
"Good-bye, Your Majesty!" Turbo spat in that same hysteria that consumed him. "And now, little girl," Turbo focused his gaze on Vanellope who looked up at the racer with tears glistening her hazel eyes. "It's time for more updates!"
Turbo shot up straight in bed, gasping for breath. Sweat dripping down from his brow and also wincing through gritted teeth for his sudden movement had disturbed his ankle that he had sprained.
"Damn it." Turbo hissed as he laid the flat of his palm over his weary eyes whilst his free hand move down to touch his right ankle and gingerly rubbed the still bruised area. The racer then allowed his hand over his face to go limp, dropping down to his side.
"That memory... Why did I dream that?" Turbo quizzed the dark stillness of the room. "I thought that one was long gone. I can't let it plague my mind especially when I'm stuck with the glitch and..." Turbo faltered his talking to himself. It was getting no-where; no open ears nor minds were with Turbo who definitely did not fancy overlooking the reason why a certain memory from fifteen years decided to make itself known during his sleep.
The racer sighed softly. He then positioned his ankle that yearned for comfort after been disturbed during the painfully slow paced healing capability his code was forced to endure what with it still been a foreign coding in an advanced system.
Turbo then laid back to rest his head against the plush marsh-mellow pillow. "Please don't let any others come back to haunt me in my sleep." the racer whispered to himself as he lastly pulled the rice-paper sheets up to his neck, laid his arms against his sides, and slowly closed his weary luminescent eyes.
I'm done! Now, good-night!