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Last Chapter's TL;DR :

Turbo helps Berri with her last two stressors - it was such a huge success that she fell into an involuntary, entirely stress-free sleep directly afterwards :P

*WARNING*

The beginning of this chapter has very brief nudity.


Song Listened To :

Gone by Harry Hudson


*Chapter 168*

As reality so slowly came back to him, the sound of his own ceiling fan could be heard tenderly clinking the speed switch in a dangle of the chain in the wind. A tinker of light metal, the airy, lovely sound of the flutter of his bedroom curtains, the warm snuggle of bare skin and the steady, rhythmic, thudding sound of Berri's heart beat in his ear, Turbo sagged amidst a long, hot breath through his nose. Although his mild hangover promised a touch of an eye headache, he almost smiled amidst the lovely feelings he was supplied, incredible memories of the night prior carefully pieced back to him in the kisses of glinted images of glowing pool water, the slosh of his and Berri's passionate writhing, the tender moan of his name from her mouth, he sagged in desire and snuggled into the bare skin he was supplied with. Although his brain promised that this situation was odd, the dim pink of his closed eyelids assured him that he should just remain in these conditions and to shut up and not worry about the logistics of it all.

Finally succumbing to his brains urgent bangings, Turbo wrinkled his nose, lifted his heavy head and just barely peered open his dim, golden eyes. In the blur of his dimly lit bedroom, the glint of Sugar Rush's clouded sunrise against the wall shared with his bedroom door, a swathe of Berri's lovely, vivid blue hair splashed his vision. Although loving the familiar sight, he furrowed his eyebrows in fully confused delight and quickly gathered that he hadn't seen Berri's blue hair in days, due to her short, brown haired disguise. Certain that a good night's sleep potentially reset her coding, Turbo opened his eyes a little bit wider and just barely sat up from his slumped sleeping position, only to find that he had been so cozily tucked into the gentle, warm, eternally soft and desirable nook of Berri's bare breasts. Clearly not recalling any shred of full nudity from the night prior, Turbo raised his eyebrows in a jolt of unmitigated shock, peered his eyes down to the glorious sight before him, relished in the view of Berri's gorgeous bare chest and finally reeled out of said delighted thoughts in a nosedive of now entire terror.

Trying his damndest to remain silent, Turbo inhaled a choke of a gasp and scoot away from Berri in a roll of continued fear. Although any other morning he definitely wouldn't question waking up to this fantasy of a reality, he furrowed his eyebrows in sharp terror and quickly scanned his brain for the memories of the night prior. He shoved his hand to his forehead and urgently wondered just when and why she became entirely naked in his bed, knowing full well she fell asleep and he wouldn't have dared to undress her like such. In the movement of shifting out of her presence as silently and carefully as he could, he jolted in continued, further amount of rising terror and lifted his covers, over himself, to find that he was also entirely nude. Turbo grit his teeth in a tight, flustered, horrified grimace, scoot out of his marvelous bed, urgently grappled for the pair of clean boxer briefs on the ground near his nightstand and very quickly slipped them onto his body. He clumsily stood and peered down to Berri in his bed, still fast asleep, he shook his head in now fully awake, unmitigated bewilderment, the raw sight of her glorious body, bare chested and daintily half-covered with his thick, grey blankets, her beautiful blue hair splayed in tossed about, organized chaos, any other morning he'd be absolutely floored this was real. Turbo grit his teeth, and although there was a shred of him that wanted to just sit and ogle the sight he had been dreaming of seeing for months now, he carefully leaned over and lightly laid a fold of his blanket over her bare chest so she wasn't exposed any longer.

"Holy shit," Turbo only mouthed to himself as he stood to correction and urgently fumbled for his phone, on his nightstand.

At a weak, fully depleted mere four percent phone battery, he angrily nudged his knuckles into his forehead, as if to berate himself. Certain that the two had partaken in a further wild night of sex and other escapades, he immediately began to shakily thumb through his phone's access to Sugar Rush's code room, in hopes of quickly navigating to his own terminal. A place where he could see his previous actions, words and intentions, he prayed and prayed that the night prior didn't include drunken, forgotten sex between him and the love of his entire life. Although not something he'd regret, he grit his teeth in horror over the fact that their first throw around was now simply lost to drunkenness. In the act of urgently cueing his own terminal, he largely flinched in raw shock the second Berri began to stir, though before he could quietly and sweetly cue her to the situation at hand, her bashful blue eyes fluttered open, noticed she was topless, wretched to a firm sit amidst the angry, grappled clutch of his blankets to her bare chest; both beings frozen and urgently peered into each other's eyes in whole entire delighted terror.

"... Turbo?" Berri questioned firmly, her voice was groggy and raspy from having just woken up, though Turbo urgently shook his head and almost couldn't get words out.

"I-I... I didn't see anything," He fibbed clumsily, though he grimaced himself a sharp, annoyed notion, firmly shook his head and gave Berri a pleading, sorrowful look of an apologetic smile, "O-Okay, I saw, BUT-"

"Hoo my GOD," Berri barked in a quiet mumble of cute, shy worry, Turbo shifted anxiously on his feet and gripped his phone in a waggle of urgency.

"No, no-no, I-I'm... I'm checking my terminal," Turbo rushed as he gestured his hand down to his screen, his shaking hands urgently began to scan through a few options in uneducated fumbles of immediate, terrified exhaustion.

"Turbo, did we... Did... Wh-what did we... I-I remember everything that happened while we were swimming, but..." Berri nervously staggered in girly horror, she quickly got out of Turbo's bed, faced away from him and began to grapple for her clothes placed on her nightstand. She clumsily fumbled to put her bra on whilst her back was to Turbo, she held her forehead in a riled swathe of all sorts of delighted and terrified emotions. She finally got all dressed, likely the quickest she had ever put on clothes, and once she was all zipped into her skinny jeans, the outfit she was wearing the night prior, she stood and peered to Turbo in an ironic twist of gleeful horror, "I-I... Don't remember ANYTHING after that, PLEASE tell me you do."

"I don't," Turbo choked nervously, he glossed his dim, almost entirely glow-less eyes for Berri, her beautiful blue hair now proved to him that although he didn't have entirely all his faculties the night prior, he was definitely reminded that this beautiful creature before him was, indeed, Arcade's biggest star, his hugest crush, the love of his life, somehow the stark pierce of her blue hair began to taunt him as she urgently peered to him with a zillion questions he had no idea how to begin answering, "I-I remember everything we did in the pool, but then you passed out, and... I-I..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Berri pressed in a nervous pitch of cute, continued worry as she covered her face and grimaced in the now pound of a hangover headache. Turbo largely frowned and began to feel terror course him, though he urgently peered to Berri and felt a twinge of relief the second she shook a trembling giggle from her ribcage, "Turbo, d-did we... Did we have sex?"

"User I surely hope not," Turbo muttered darkly, strictly for the fact that they wouldn't remember it, though Berri furrowed her eyebrows in a pang of hurt and was well aware they both were way too far frazzled to now continue on with a loving, productive conversation.

"... Wait, what's with that tone? What's that mean?" Berri prod nervously, though Turbo huffed a nervous noise and gestured down to his terminal.

"N-No, I mean like... I hope we didn't, because... Neither of us would've remembered it," Turbo mumbled sorrowfully, he looked entirely upset with himself, and although Berri was on the spectrum of feeling disappointment about it, as well, she sagged her shoulders and wondered maybe why she would be the only one, out of the two, feeling at least a little excited about said notion.

"Well... I-I... Would think, at least, it'd be something we could mentally and emotionally redo," Berri stated in a gentle sweep of nervous sorrow. She gently raised her hands and cued her magical coding, something that raised her skin in familiar, silver glitch lines. She softly peered to Turbo in a sag of becoming sad and warmly waggled her fingers to him, "Well, if we DID do anything, at least a swap wasn't a part of it."

"Thank God," Turbo stabbed in a rise of worry, though he perked up and motioned down to his phone as he finally found the timestamps of his own terminal.

"Yeah, you... Really dodged a bullet," Berri mumbled sadly, she furrowed her eyebrows in Turbo's direction and felt her heart begin to sag farther than what she'd expect, somehow she believed Turbo would bounce back faster than what he was, how squirrelly and odd he was acting in this raw instance.

"... No, wait, what?" Turbo staggered in a jolt of being brought back to the planet, he largely frowned and peered to Berri across the mess of his lovely bed, he clutched his bare chest and shook his head, "No, I-I didn't mean like... Like Thank God we didn't swap codes, I-I'm just saying, thank God, like..."

"It's okay, Bo, I understand," Berri pressed softly, she bobbed a nod, swiped her phone and materializer off of the nightstand and carefully cued said materializer's on-button.

"No, Berri, I didn't mean it like that," Turbo rushed nervously as he grappled and wrestled himself into a pair of strewn, nearby sweatpants. His clumsy, nervous footwork pressed about the bend of his bed in aim for finally getting into Berri's presence and ushering her some love, "I mean like... I-I'd SO much rather have sex with you if we're, y'know... Going to remember it."

"No, I get it, I agree," Berri assured in soft defeat, though much to Turbo's rise of terror, she slipped her phone into her materializer and brought up the heavy baton of her light cycle; Turbo could feel his pulse begin to shoot in a spike of terrified urgency.

"I was checking the terminal in case we maybe did some things we didn't remember," Turbo stated in soft, gentle worry, he continued to scroll.

"Yeah, User forbid any form of love making happened between us, no matter if we've knocked back a few drinks," Berri muttered in a climb of walled off irritation, she shook her head, looked at the clock on Turbo's nightstand across the room, and began to push out of Turbo's lovely bedroom in a worm about his still figure.

"... Berri, I'm not saying it would've been a BAD thing," Turbo now defended in a spike of frustration, he quickly began to follow her out of his bedroom, down his dim corridor and into his still, freshly tinted living quarters, splayed with the gloss of grey gloom due to an impending storm. He rushed on in an uneducated mess, the very vision and idea of Berri leaving suddenly, on such weird, rocky terms, had him beginning to panic in a spill of words he quickly didn't filter, "I just would hate to give you my coding, like that, I mean... It's been thirty years coming."

"Yeah, you're totally right," Berri snipped in now deathly delight as she firmly marched across Turbo's matte grey tiles, she didn't stop in the act of swiping up her heels, which were messily splayed at the edge of his kitchen's island, on the ground, "I would HATE to receive your coding on terms that I wasn't aware of. User forbid we, I don't know, love each other."

"Okay, I'm TRYING to explain this clearly, please stop walking away," Turbo pressed in a spike of rushing nervousness, his deep voice pressed on a little louder, a little bit more frustrated, it raised in the promises of a bellow, "Berri, stop, PLEASE stop walking away!"

"Turbo, I have to get back to Castle Run, so you're just going to have to walk and talk," Berri snipped in becoming further impatient, though Turbo huffed an annoyed breath, through all of his fumbling shortcomings, he was now strictly riding on the sheer fact that Berri was slipping out of his fingers, on such a time crunch, Turbo felt his heart race in terrified uncertainty.

"Berri, please listen to me, ALL I'm saying is that I wouldn't want to swap codes with you like that," Turbo rushed in an uneducated mess, word vomit he so desperately tried to get ahold of, and though he grasped at it all and desperately tried to continue in the chase of Berri's firm footsteps into his dark garage, he jolted in surprise as she cued his garage's holographic displays.

"I mean, I guess, this deep into it, if you had a solid time line and a GAME plan to surrendering coding and sexual acts, I wish you would've communicated it to me," Berri snipped in solid frustration and confusion, and though Turbo opened his mouth to rush to her aid, she easily teleported only herself away, via his garage's massive, single teleportation pad.

He flinched in large, terrified surprise, shook his head in the now still silence he was left in and felt the twinges of anger swarm his heart. He shook his head, quickly cued said teleportation coding and did everything he could to get his figure down to his tower's base teleportation pad without showing a shred of his angry, red glower. Even in this rile of their fighting, he promised himself he'd never ever show Berri his true, angry red gaze, it was something he concealed well. He tore from the teleportation pad, down at his tower's base, and pressed into the gloomy, grey alley way between his sky scraper and the neighboring one. Berri strut ahead, only by half a dozen feet, a gap he easily jogged and closed.

"Berri, Berri, come ON, I'm trying to solve this with you!" Turbo blurt loudly as he finally stepped next to her, though in skillful footwork, he pressed in front of her warpath and was successful in bringing her to a halt. She glowered up at him in full frustration and hurt, her beautiful blue hair had vanished into the short, brown style Turbo had picked out for her. In the strut from his teleportation pad to the middle of the lonely alley they now stood in, she had changed into her disguise in preparation to head back to Castle Run, unnoticed. Turbo heaved a shaky breath and laid a hand to his bare chest in a pleading show of nervous desperation, "I... I'm just scared, I... I woke up to a sight I wasn't anticipating, it's just all happening so fast."

"Oh, yeah, this is all SO fast, Turbo," Berri blurt in firm irritation, she gestured her arm out in a fling and shook her head, "It's been months of sexual tension, and finally, the ONE night you help me out and we finally fall onto the same page, it's just all for naught because maybe we weren't as sober as you would've preferred? You're the one that further supplied the alcohol!"

"HOW is my logic not lining up, here?" Turbo barked in now whole, unreserved frustration down to her figure, something she easily was prepared to match.

"It's not the fact that would've been fully remembered or not," Berri stated loudly just underneath full-on shouting, she urgently gestured to her chest and quickly became animated with rising anger, "It's not like that would've been the LAST time we ever did anything with each other! You ever stop to think that maybe I'm not just a one night stand, Turbo?"

"Forgive me for not wanting the past to repeat itself!" Turbo now fully shouted down to Berri's figure, she shook her head, daintily waved her hand at his figure, sidestepped him in confidence and began to continue walking with the wand of her light cycle in hand; Turbo whirled around and firmly continued to stride after her, "You think this is all just... EASY for me?"

"No, I don't, Turbo," Berri firmly muttered in now seething frustration, a huge problem that had been likely shoved under the rug for far too long, she furrowed her eyebrows in firm terror at the feel of hot tears threatening to sting her eyes.

"You think it's EASY for me to just willingly hand over coding and intimacy after the HELL I've been through?" Turbo firmly pressed to her, he quickly became riled with the idea that Berri's firm striding continued on without so much as stopping to look at him; said shred of a silent treatment had his panicked coding now ushering any shred of desperate words, no matter how hurtful, wrong or unfiltered, "You think I'd just... WILLINGLY do this all over again? Hand over my coding and then be STUCK with an un-revived swap for another thirty years?"

Turbo stabbed his nervous, crazed, terrified eye contact tight to the side of Berri's face, though after merely seconds of her continued, tight-lipped silence and firm march to the gape of his tower's back alley, he clenched his teeth and, although he gestured his hand towards her, he knew he wouldn't dare touch her in this instance, no matter how she frustrated him.

"Berri, STOP AND TALK TO ME!" Turbo shouted in sharp, angry panic, his deep, scary, bellowing voice firmly echoed through the alley way, though he flinched in unadulterated surprise the second Berri whirled her whole attention to him, halted her footwork and furiously peered up into his eyes; this caused him to cease all action, he huffed shaky pants of unmitigated uncertainty, his bare chest heaved, Berri could very easily see him begin to cave in on himself.

"I have somewhere I need to be," Berri stated in soft, Queenly dominance, her voice shook with the underlying, trembling tone of billowing anger, her eyes were cold and angry, she firmly peered into Turbo's eyes with a whole wash of something Turbo has never seen from his princess.

"Berri, please, look... I-I'm sorry, I just..." Turbo nervously staggered his words, though he flinched as Berri sharply pointed down to the ground, narrowed her gaze and took a threatening step closer to Turbo.

"Turbo, you know what I would've done if we would've had sex and swapped codes, and not remembered a second of it?" Berri hissed in seething frustration, her eyes began to billow with tears, "I-I would've skipped my HAPPY ASS into Castle Run, I would've... I would've been on cloud NINE."

Turbo sagged his shoulders and felt the grey clouds, above him, begin to angrily close in. He heavily panted through his nose and felt that raw, terrified feeling of genuine, heart broken sadness come inching into the walled off areas of his heart, the same feeling that previously nipped at his heels the second he saw Sweet Street's empty outlet, all those years ago, he urgently peered down into Berri's eyes and could feel every single inch of his being sag into a vat of curious regret as Berri's wavering voice firmly carried on through the huge threat of impending tears.

"I promised myself I wouldn't give myself to you until you've left this STUPID GAME," Berri loudly urged through the grit of her teeth, she heaved a few large, shaky breaths as tears finally spilled down her cheeks, "Last night changed EVERYTHING for me, Turbo, my initial thoughts were, yeah, hey, we drunkenly messed around and took it too far, but... GUESS WHAT. I would've had secured my BEST FRIEND'S coding!"

"Berri," Turbo staggered in a whole entire swathe of regret, he huffed a trembling exhale and desperately looked about her face, her collar bones, the ground, he long-blinked in horror at the raw, cold emotion becoming him, he firmly swallowed and tried to keep it all together, though he could see the bridge of his nose brimming the tender kiss of a promised, lonely blue glow.

"Sure, we wouldn't have remembered," Berri tearfully agreed, she long-blinked a spill of tears down her cheeks, grimaced a small cry and firmly peered up into Turbo's gaze, though she faltered at the raw sight before her. His dim eyes began to show a confident, powerful glow of a darker blue, a true cloak of genuine sorrow sapped his whole entire soul, a strange and rare sight she had never seen before, Berri staggered to continue. In the dark sag of whole entire dread that draped them, she looked about Turbo's face and shakily whispered him a further notion, "But... We would've come back for seconds, thirds, fourths... I-It still would've been... Beautiful."

Turbo panted through his nose and knew he was now too far gone to reverse this stuffed-deep emotion, his eyes firmly billowed with hot tears, his blue eyes glossed her skin with the familiar color that typically splayed her gorgeous hair, he shook his head and felt as if he had hope to keep her in his grasp, if for just a few more moments.

"Berri, I'm really... Sorry," Turbo staggered in a whimper, he grimaced a small noise and cleared his throat as tears successfully spilled his cheeks.

"Turbo, you have GOT to put your past behind you," Berri hissed in teary dread, she narrowed her gaze and gave him a pleading frown, "I w-would... Give up ANYTHING to see you in that front row, to see you even just in Game Central Station! Turbo I would give ANYTHING! I'll give you my coding RIGHT NOW! I'll do ANYTHING because you mean THAT much to me, Turbo!"

"Berri, I'll... I'll do it, I PROMISE," Turbo staggered deeply through his tears, a wave of exhaustion finally cloaked him, his glossy, beautiful blue eyes firmly hooked to hers in a show of last-hour desperation; Berri slowly shook her head and took a small step back, towards the gaping entrance of the alley they were close to being upon.

"That doesn't mean anything to me, anymore," Berri concluded, the depths of her soul felt the kick of entire sorrow and regret having to step away from Turbo's terrified, lonely figure, "If you'll do it then DO it. Sugar Rush, and EVERYONE in it, has sacrificed something for you at ONE point or another..."

"I-I'm... TRYING," Turbo pleaded as he clenched his teeth and hesitated to take a step closer to her, to fill the gap she was now adamant in creating. He inhaled a trembling breath as his voice grew nasally, something entirely foreign to Berri. Tears spilled his cheeks as his glassy, glowing blue eyes hovered into her soul in pure, sorrowful promise that he would never again be okay, "I-I KNOW I've come a long way, I know it's... Coming."

"Turbo, we've done a great deal of this legwork together," Berri sniffled, she wiped her jaw and shook her head, "You have to be the one to close this gap, it's... Entirely out of my hands, here. Now I'm GLAD no coding was swapped, or anything, because even STILL you wouldn't leave! Even WITH the incredible amount of evidence that you'd be JUST fine outside of Sugar Rush, you STILL won't. It's clear in your actions."

"I KNOW I would, I know," Turbo pleaded with a nod, he grit his teeth, looked about, felt the bottom dregs of desperation urgently plead him to keep trying to keep her from leaving, though with her second step backwards, he was well aware he had lost this battle. He huffed a shaky breath, narrowed his gaze and gave Berri a solemn, defeated look of the purest form of sorrow, "Please... Please, wait."

"... I'm done waiting, Bo," Berri crumpled as she looked down, hot tears streamed her cold cheeks as a gentle rumble of thunder clapped the sky, from far off. She softly shook her head and gave Turbo one last peer of dreaded, remorseful eye contact, "I'm done..."

Turbo held his breath and froze, his heart squeezed to one last beat of crinkling despair, and although Berri hovered for a second and gave him a nervous, promised look of maybe one day revisiting all of this mess, she slowly turned to adhere to the responsibilities she knew she absolutely could not abandon any longer. She finally turned heel in a slow turn of finalization, unwound the baton of her light cycle, skillfully hopped aboard and quietly eased out of the gape of the alley way, slipping out of Turbo's sight in the draw of her engine's cough of a hot puff of fogged air. Turbo froze and didn't dare take a breath. Such a raw, familiar feeling he had been previously kissed with, all that time ago, though in this instance, he felt the pain roll over him tenfold. Certain that the other side of this coin would be so much easier to endure, now having seen both aspects of this vicious heartbreak, he was very firmly assured that this shred of sorrow was eternally far worse. Unlike last time, Berri's vanished figure didn't leave him with a warm hug of her coding for him to forever hold, but instead left him empty without even a single pixel of her soul, a true, cold, lonely amount of sorrow he was uncertain was even real. Left alone and grey on the ground, the only ounce of blue he had left with him was the glow that splayed his cheeks, a haunting revisit of sadness he had endured all those years ago, a veil of despair that drove him to unspeakably dark places.


A/N : I made a colored sketch of this last scene, where Turbo's eyes go blue. It's on my Instagram username Vyntastic