A/N: Alright. Ok. So it's Sunday; time for the next chapter. But since I love you all so much for all the support you have given me over these tiresome months, I'm giving you two chapters! Mainly because this one is a tad short. Oh well. Not all of them have to be long. Next one will be up in a few hours.
The following characters does not belong to me. All characters belong to the creators of Wreck-It Ralph; Walt Disney.
The young glitching girl didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to face the likely fact that the racer she laid by was still unconscious; still recovering from the reset mode. Hesitantly, Vanellope fluttered open her eyes that were rather blood shot for another night had ended in tears which was the only way to send her to sleep at the present time.
Vanellope was also on high alert to even the sound of the racer's breathing. But now, as she looked down at Turbo, her racing heart began to beat softly as a pinch of relief washed over the young girl.
Although, she couldn't help but worry about Turbo. He had after all been unconscious for an up-coming three days. Not only had he woken up once before Vanellope's presence, it was the very thought of him to regain consciousness and remain vigilant any time sooner or later was now looking grim. It was haggling Vanellope's mind which she raked at constantly to hopefully pull out an idea to boost his reset. Sadly this meant that Vanellope would have to leave Turbo temporarily.
Then a sudden realization dawned upon her. "I have to tell the others about what has happened!" She said aloud to herself. Vanellope was quick to jump off the bed as well as to turn around and look at Turbo. "But I just can't leave him."
Vanellope then hurried over to the curtains which she drew aside to peek a look outside. High in the duck-egg coloured sky was a candy styled clock. "It's still early; twenty-five to seven." Vanellope then drew back the curtains and padded back over to Turbo's bedside. "It is Sunday so Litwak won't open the arcade until twelve o'clock." this washed relief over the young girl that she had time to spare.
A sudden knock at the door which then creaked open ajar pulled Vanellope off of her train of thoughts.
"S'cuse me, Miss Vanellope?" an unforgettable monotone voice spoke aloud.
"Sour Bill?" Vanellope quizzed the cough drop who approached his fair young lead girl.
"Miss, many of the racers want to see you at the Royal Raceway." Sour Bill continued.
"Oh? About what?" Vanellope asked.
"Well, since they haven't yet been told, they would like to know the solution of the aftermath seeing as it has been two days of the mountain erupting." Sour Bill answered.
"Stupid!" Vanellope slapped the flat of her palm over her face. "Sorry, Sour Bill. Could you please tell them to be at the Royal Raceway at eleven o'clock so I can make an announcement?"
"Of course." Sour Bill bowed lightly. "Is there anything else you need?"
"No. That's all, Bill. Thank you for coming here though. I couldn't pull myself to leave him alone."
"Understood. Good-bye, Miss Vanellope." Sour Bill spun round on his jelly bean feet and left Vanellope to sigh softly as she looked at Turbo once more.
"I'm staying here until then." Vanellope told herself as she pushed her small chibi-self up to sit on the edge of the bed.
As the hours drifted on, Vanellope arrived at the Royal Raceway where all the racers and their sweet assortment supporters had long awaited for their appointed lead character to begin the start of the new day.
Vanellope made her way up on to the royal box stand and waited behind the curtains.
"Citizens of Sugar Rush..." Sour Bill began the announcement for the arrival of the young girl. "...All hail our rightful ruler; Princess Vanellope." that was her cue and she stepped forth, brushing the curtains aside as she approached the end of the stand.
The sweet assortments cheered with glee only to then fall in to silence. The entrance Vanellope had made appeared unusual for them and even for the other racers who noticed a difference of Vanellope's presence that was emitting with despair.
Vanellope knew she couldn't back out now. She had to keep her fellow racers notified on anything that involved her as well as the game. The young girl raised the microphone to her lips. "Hello everyone. I... I'm just going to make this short and simple since Litwak will unlock the arcade doors soon. But first if the assistants could put on the jumbo-tron please."
A Marsh-mellow arose from the stand holding a remote which it aimed at the jumbo-tron as it pressed a single button. The screen came to life. All the names of the racers were there except for one.
"I am not attending any races for a few days." Vanellope continued. The crowd all gasped in shock.
"But why?" one of the racers called out.
"Well, if you remember the freak disaster we had with the lava from Diet Cola mountain, it was settled by two people." Vanellope answered down the microphone. "One is in reset mode and he's gone through a virus scare in his system. And I've made it be up to me to watch over and make sure he progresses well. So with that, I'm sorry. I will still host the Random Roster Races. But now I have to go. Good-bye and have a good day of racing."
Vanellope then set the microphone down and looked at Sour Bill. "Please send one of the assistants to tell me if something goes wrong both in and out of the game."
"Yes, Miss Vanellope." Sour Bill answered as he gave a soft bow.
Vanellope then glitch-teleported herself down to the ground and used the ability to hurry herself to her cart that was parked on the far end of the Royal Raceway. She immediately started up the cart and egged on the vehicle to pick up the pace as she switched to the highest gear. Darting forth to her destination; the castle.
As soon as she parked her cart on the platform deep within the castle. Vanellope began to run as fast as her legs could carry her. She even glitched to make herself head further and faster along the many corridors of the castle. Her boots squeaked as she came to a halt by ginger-bread doors that had a topping of blue icing upon the frames of the structure.
Vanellope pushed the door handle down and edged it open. The room she entered was dark thanks to a pair of curtains that were a black-out type to spare the never changing midday sun of Sugar Rush when it came to sleeping. After all the room she had entered was a bedroom where Turbo had remained for two days.
The young girl pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed and looked down at the racer. He looked ever so peaceful to say he had been unconscious for an entire day, nearing two as the hours fly by, excluding his only minute of being awake which was caused by his fit of the cloaking virus and a Cy-Bug that attacked his code.
Vanellope began to hum softly to herself to stop the silence being the third guest in the bedroom. So as she continued to do so she kept her unblinking gaze down at Turbo. 'I only hope the reset is working.' She thought to herself. 'I should really take a look. The others can't since the arcade is open.'
This meant of course leaving Turbo yet again which she didn't fancy on doing so any time sooner. Vanellope wanted to stay with Turbo until he would wake up. But when that would happen was to remain unknown. How long could the racer possibly remain under? Two days had gone by and the hope for him to awake was drifting away in to dashed hopes that had rotted away from the lack of confidence, expectation, and above all as many would state to see a light at the end of the tunnel in certain situations was still nothing but darkness.
Sadly, Vanellope could not gain access to either to feel even slightly better against her worries towards the racer.
But it was enough for Vanellope to now find herself standing before the entrance to the chamber of codes. A stubby finger pressed away at the Nintendo controls. As the cheat was confirmed, Vanellope then tied the licorice line around her waist and tied the other end on one of the neon-blue wires among the wall.
Finally the door swung open, Vanellope immediately stepped forth and dived in to the zero-gravity chamber, and using a swimming motion she drifted forth to the outer set of files. Vanellope immediately spotted the steel-blue file that remained open. Displayed on the file was a bar that was slowly gaining access to the far end with the number "50%..." Vanellope looked closely and spotted the words "Reset Initializing" answered the reason to the activity of the file.
"He's only half-way there with the reset." Vanellope spoke to herself. It was true. The percentage had only risen to the next digit. Only the units and tenths slowly continued on. The hundredth was not ready to appear to confirm Turbo was properly complete to be once again a part of the system.
Vanellope sighed softly as she turned around and swam her way back to the entrance. She pulled in the licorice line and the door finally closed.
"So if it's a slow progress then it's likely to be seventy-five percent soon then hopefully a hundred later." Vanellope muttered to herself as she set the licorice line down. "I only hope so. The change I just wish for now is seeing him waking up."
She then entered the lift that took her back up to the far end of the throne room. "I really hope it will work. Even if it does finish ok, it could still - No! Don't think about that, Vanellope. Just be positive. He will wake up! Right...?"
Only time could answer Vanellope, but now it could not do so. The young girl had to wait. But for how long?
See you in a few hours. About... 1900 (7:00pm GMT) minus or plus depending where you live.