Turbo walked along the chocolate fudge ground of his new home. He had managed to build himself a little shack out of wafers. It looked pretty dingy, but he knew he wouldn't be there forever. After a couple of days living in sugar rush, Turbo came to realise that Vanellope was by far the most popular racer. She had a regal, white go-kart with royal emblems on it, and girl gamers seemed to pick her the most due to her frilly pink dress and tiara. This sickened Turbo to his stomach. She was nothing but a nine year old, how could a little girl get more attention in one day than he ever got in a lifetime? He was furious at the world for forgetting him, for replacing him, for unplugging him. But he would get his vengeance out on the brat soon enough.
One day, he knew the time had come. Vanellope was down at the racetracks and Turbo was left alone. Creeping up to the pearly white doors, he pushed them open and was pleased to see that Sour Bill wasn't there. He decided to do some poking around. He knew that in each game, the code room was kept in a place of some sort of importance, so it must be somewhere in the castle. In Turbo-Time, the code room was kept underneath the winners podium, behind a tiny door and down a staircase. Symbolic, as it was Turbo who won every race he entered who only tampered with the vast arrays of code beneath the first place stand. He had been there countless times in his own game, manipulating the game's framework so that he won every time. Even when the other two racers crossed the finish line before him, Turbo would still win. No one noticed, though. They had assumed that the pixelated game was just so old, the mechanics were off. This allowed him to become more and more obsessed with himself, as only he could ever win. It was his game.
Turbo paced the floor of the throne-room, where he noticed for the first time two curtains behind the throne. He walked up to the one on the left, pulled it aside, and found nothing but empty space. "This would be a great space for a dungeon…" he thought. He made his way to the other curtain, where he found an elevator door. There was only one button so he pushed it and was transported into a corridor with wires and flashes of binary along the walls. He followed the corridor down to a vault door with a Nintendo game controller. He recognised this. This was the lock to access all the code rooms in games. Would the konami code work? It was worth a try. "Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Start…" He entered, hoping the code was the same as in his own game. It was.
The vault door slid open, revealing boxes upon boxes of sweet, delicious code. "Success!" He cried, stepping into the seemingly black void, only to scramble back to the doorway as he found himself floating in mid-air. Spying some liquorice rope nearby, he tied one end of it around his waist and the other end around one of the tubes on the wall. He stepped out into the void again, and began searching through the code boxes. It felt so nostalgic to be amongst the sweet lifeblood of the game again. Turbo had dedicated years to understanding the science of code, changing every little thing he could to update his game for the better. Well, for his better.
He came across a box titled "CHARACTERS" and opened it up, scrolling through all the names. "Taffyta Muttonfudge, Snowanna Rainbeau, Rancis Fluggerbutter… Aha!" He cried as he came to the end of the options. "Create new!" He double-tapped the box and entered his own code into the game, creating a new avatar and character skin. "Let's see, if I am to be the ruler of Sugar Rush, I need to be some sort of monarch…" he entered "0011KING 1100 Candy0011 10", and instantly his body transformed to that of a cartoonish king, with a huge nose, tufts of grey hair and a candy-wrapper bowtie. "Yes!" He cried. He looked a little stupid, but, at least he looked at home. Now he could replace Vanellope. There was only room for one true leader in this game, after all.
"Now, to take care of that little-" "Turbo?" Came a tiny voice from the doorway. It was Vanellope, back from the races. Turbo, or, King Candy, jumped in surprise. "Oh, uh, Vanellope, haha, wasn't expecting you…" Vanellope looked at him in confusion. "W-what are you doing?" She asked. "Is that you?"
"What do you think?" He asked, doing a little twirl. Vanellope's brow knotted in confusion. It was at this moment that Turbo's true evil colours were revealed. "Why, I'm simply taking what's mine, my dear!" He now spoke with a cartoonish lisp since his re-programming. He glided over to Vanellope's code box, pulsing in the centre of the entire array. He placed his hands around the wires that connected Vanellope to the game itself. "Do you know what it's like having to live without your most favourite thing in the world?" He yelled. Vanellope was still confused. "To have to live like an outcast for ten stinkin' years!" Vanellope's face turned white as she saw who's box he had his hands on. "You'll know soon enough you brat!" Vanellope concluded what he was about to do.
"NO!" She screamed, dropping to her knees. "Please! Don't do this! I never did anything to you! Please, don't delete my code!" She cried. But King Candy just cackled hideously. "Enjoy your time being a GLITCH!" And with that, he ripped and tore apart Vanellope's very lifeblood.
The tiny girl began to glitch violently, uncontrollably. It was painful. Horrendously painful. Her body disappeared and reappeared in blue flashes of 1's and 0's, and when the very last wire was plucked, she fell to the ground, unconscious. King Candy smiled, as his hard work was now complete. Of course she would need a different outfit, now that she was no longer a Princess. So he opened the "COSTUMES" Box, and hastily threw together a baggy sweater and mismatching striped stockings, black boots and a rumpled peanut-butter-cup wrapper as a skirt. For her hair, he threw a bunch of random candies into it and closed the box.
He then opened his own code box and programmed a large chest to materialise, which he then led towards two other code boxes, titled "CITIZENS MEMORY" and "RACERS MEMORY". With one fowl swoop, the boxes were locked inside the chest, so the world of Sugar Rush would forget they ever had a princess. Turbo saw a white flash of light dash across Vanellope's forehead, wiping her memory. Satisfied with his work, King Candy pulled himself back into the corridor, and shut the vault door behind him. He looked down at the girl who was glitching every two seconds, barely staying in one piece for very long. He wondered what he would do with her. He decided not to touch her until she woke up.
In the meantime, King Candy decided to see if his subjects believed him to be their king. "Thour Bill?" He called. The green sour ball came scuttling up to him. "Yeeeees, your majesty?" He said. Good. Thought King Candy. It worked. "Thour bill, call a meeting for every citizen and racer in sugar rush. I want everyone at my castle in the next 15 minutes!" He commanded. Sour bill nodded and rushed off to organise a town meeting. "Oh, and one more thing" He said "Build a dungeon behind that curtain!" He commanded. King Candy was overjoyed. This game was finally his! The re-programming had worked! Now he was the one true king, and that little degenerate would be cast out by everyone.
King Candy went back down to the code room corridor and found that Vanellope was awake, cowering in a corner and shivering with fear. When she saw the king, she plucked up the courage to speak. "W-where am I?" She asked. King Candy knelt down so that he was at her eye level. "You're in an arcade game, my dear. Welcome to Sugar Rush." He said, and held out his hand. Vanellope took it and stood up. The king found that her glitching had stabilised and calmed down just a bit, to where she was glitching every ten seconds instead of every two.
He led her into the castle and began to explain everything. Vanellope's eyes lit up when she heard about the racing part, and couldn't wait to start. "I really get to race? What's my candy theme? Do I have a kart? Where is it? Sweet mother of monkey milk, I'm so exited!" She cried, jumping up and down, glitching like crazy. But King Candy was having none of it. "Now, now, settle down my dear. Haven't you noticed what's been happening to you?" He gestured to her flashes of blue. "I'm afraid, Vanellope, that you're what we call in the gaming world, a glitch." He said. "If you participate in a race, and someone chooses you as their avatar, they'll see you glitching, and uh, twitching and just being yourself, and they'll think our game is broken. We'll be put out of order. Everyone here will be gameless and you can't leave this game. Glitches can't leave their games. I'm sorry little one."
Vanellope's face drained of any colour. "So I can't race?" She asked. King Candy shook his head. "No my dear. In fact, if I ever see you near the racetracks, I'll have to force you to stay put in a way I don't want to do." He said. Vanellope let a small tear drip down her face. "Then what am I supposed to do all day?" She asked. "Stay out of everyone's way." said King Candy, and he pushed her towards the door. "There's a good little girl. Run along now." And King Candy closed the door on Vanellope.