TheDisneyFan365: Mainly responding to your second review, yes, I'm finishing this story. I'm just focused on my other fanfictions.
Antha1: This isn't the climax.
Candlehead: Oh, he's fine. He's just knocked out.
Al Drin Hoshizora: Well, technically, she just did.
Burglar: Fine.
When Minis left Rancis' body after Vanellope agreed to the terms of her commands, she wasted no time establishing her authority. Immediately, she gave the order that all the Sugar Rush Racers had to leave Sugar Rush.
The Sugar Rush Racers, along with Ralph and Felix, found themselves forced out the game, literally. They could feel an invisible field of energy, dragging them towards the exit of the game.
"Vanellope, what do we do?" Candlehead asked as they were dragged out of the game by Minis' influence. Vanellope remained silent, however; she knew she had nothing to say at the moment.
As the racers were forced outside, Licorice ran up to them, unaffected by Minis' invisible field.
"Wait, you don't have to go!" She told them. Looking around to try and spot Minis, she said, "You don't have to do this!"
A voice, obviously Minis', responded with, "They had their chance to be racers. Now, it is your time to shine. Do not think this is a bad thing." Licorice was then suddenly flung away from the exit of the face and flown off into the air.
"Licorice!" Candlehead cried out, but she was unable to run after her. With a final force of energy, the Sugar Rush Racers, Ralph and Felix were all flung into the exit of the game. Instantly, the racers felt that they were in control of their bodies again.
Crumbelina rushed to the entrance of the game, shouting, "Hey, let us in!" However, the moment she dashed through the entrance of the game, she was sent flying back through the exit, landing with a heap on the floor.
Getting up, she was about to try again, but Vanellope said, "Give up, it's no use. She won't let us back in the game."
"But it's your game," Ralph pointed out. "This is your home!"
Vanellope sighed. "Unless Minis changes her mind, it's not anymore," She said bitterly.
The other racers started to grumble and complain, and Vanellope shouted, "Quit it! I'm still your president, and I decide what's best. Going back to Sugar Rush will only get you hurt, so we have to find a new home."
"But who'll accept racers in their game?" Taffyta asked.
That got Ralph thinking.
"Ralph!" Gene shouted when the two returned to Fix-It Felix, Jr. "Felix! What are they doing here?!"
The Nicelanders all stared in wonder as the Sugar Rush Racers all stood awkwardly in the middle of the Niceland town. None of them spoke a word, some hoping that their President would explain things properly.
Vanellope tapped her fingers together, and said, "Well, since we got. . . kicked out of our game, Ralph decided to let us stay here. At least, until we're allowed back in our game."
"Which will be never," Peterbelly added.
Gene stared at Peterbelly, and said, "Hey, I remember you. You're that schmuck that got stabbed by that crazy girl several years ago."
Peterbelly frowned. "Oh great, you had to bring that up," He said, blowing his hair out of his face. "Well, if you excuse me, I got to go and remember how painful it feels to be on the verge of death in another game." With that, he sulked off.
"Oh, now look what you did," Rancis said, his hands on his hips. He then walked off after his brother.
Vanellope waked up to Ralph. "So, what do we do now that we live here?" She asked, wringing her hands.
Ralph rubbed his hand. "You can do the same as those guys from Q*Bert," He said, pointing to the other outlandish characters now living in the game. "Yeah, it'll be so much fun!"
Vanellope smiled in gratitude; secretly, however, she was still somewhat dejected at having been kicked out of her home. She was a racer, so she knew this wasn't right for her.
However, she didn't want to disappoint Ralph. So, she said nothing.
In Vanellope's former castle, which had been magically repaired by Witchy, the scrapped racers were led into the palace by Minis Savers.
"How does it feel," Minis asked, a hand on Witchy and Licorice's shoulders. "How does it feel to live without the restrictions of President Vanellope von Schweetz limiting you."
"Eh," Licorice said with a shrug. "I still think you could've let them stay."
Licorice flinched when she felt Minis' hold on her shoulder tighten. "It's for your own good," Minis whispered to her. "I'll protect you as long as you remain here, with me." She then released both of them. The scrappies then watched as Minis vanished into thin air. However, they could still feel her presence radiating in the palace.
"We have to do something!" Licorice said. "We have to bring the Sugar Rush Racers back!"
However, the scrappies shook their heads.
"Minis is way too powerful," Witchy pointed out. "We can't go get Vanellope back even if we wanted to."
"But, you're the queen of the scrappies," Licorice said. "Don't you have the power to-"
"No!" Witchy unexpectedly shouted at her, silencing Licorice. Speaking quieter now, she said, "No, I don't. Not anymore." She looked down at the floor dejectedly. The scrappies stared at their former leader, feeling hopeless at the situation at hand.
The racers heard Minis say, "The arcade is opening soon. I suggest you get into your racing karts now and enjoy the game."
The scrapped racers immediately scattered out of the palace as the arcade opened, leaving Licorice inside to contemplate what had happened.
No matter what Witchy or Minis said, she knew that this couldn't stand.
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