Reviews :

faolan1230 : Oh yeah for SURE, Turbo's absolutely in no position to make ultimatums. But he's never played by the rules, y'all know that :P

MisterTheX : Turbo for sure took a gamble with it, but hey! He gets his way lmao.

Nikki Firesong : Thank you! Chester most definitely gets ALL of this from the one and only Lickity Split - the meanest cat in the whole entire Arcade ;)


A/N : Phew, sorry I missed an upload day, there. I'm still 20 chapters ahead of you guys, I'm just in the process of packing to move and it's messed with me. I'm also on day like... 50 of quarantine so time isn't real any longer LMAO. I have enough chapters to get me half way through June, so if I miss a day of uploading it's well... Because I have an asinine amount of things going on right now. GOOD NEWS though... I'll be officially living in Sarasota next week and I could CRY I'm so fucking excited like wow. We'll be living 5 minutes from the beach! AMAZING. Anyways, sorry for the delay. I hope you guys are enjoying thus far!


*Chapter 180*

"You suck, man, you SUCK," Chester firmly barked as he suddenly began to angrily pace. With firm movements, he tucked his wings tight to his body and still held his ears flat. Turbo still heavily panted, though a wide, mean, knowing smile continued to crown his humble face, "You can't do that to me."

"You want me to leave the game? You want me to go to Arcadia and see Berri so bad? Fly me there," Turbo loudly and clumsily staggered through panting that began to slow down, he firmly gestured to his chest, cocked an eyebrow and glanced to the tv. Although lazy news coverage continued to go on, he was well aware time was running out, "Their show is in an hour and a half, what's it gunna be?"

"I can't fly, I CAN'T FLY," Chester loudly urged, "This isn't a matter of me WANTING to or not!"

"You CAN fly, I've seen you do it!" Turbo loudly pressed with now smiling fervor, he urgently gestured to Chester and dared to approach him; Chester stood tall and poised, though as Chester faltered a breath and looked about in a very flustered manner, Turbo cocked an eyebrow and gave Chester a wide, grinning, anticipatory side-eye of brotherly dominance, "WELL? What's it gunna be, y'gunna take my sorry ass to Sugar Rush's entrance or not?"

"Fine, FINE," Chester snapped, though Lash urgently grappled his hair and gave both guys a crazed look of terrified uncertainty.

"WAIT, a-are you SERIOUS?" Lash shrieked, though Turbo inhaled a revived breath, pat his pockets and firmly began to cross his living room.

"You guys are right, I've been... The hugest asshole, Berri needs me, she needs me NOW," Turbo staggered firmly, though he, too, grappled his hair and huffed a shaky conclusion of further, delightful terror, "Holy SHIT I can't believe I'm doing this... I can't do this?!"

"Yes you can, come on," Chester urged adamantly, he began to quickly cross the living room with now whole urgency that everyone fell into, "We have to do this together, c'mon, she's waiting."

"You guys expect me to have to stay here and watch the show ALONE?" Lash whined as all three boys now quickly scrambled into the kitchen with alive, riled fervor; Turbo urgently began to scrounge for his keys and phone, his eyes glowed a brighter gold than they have in a long while.

"YES, the game is on auto-pilot, Zed told me if there was a shred of a chance I decided to go to Arcadia, to just LEAVE the game in auto-pilot," Turbo stated, though he firmly whirled around, froze and pointed a stern finger in Lash's direction, "I'm NOT going to bubble you, but if you say ONE word of this to Zed, I WILL kill you. I WILL."

"Okay, okay!" Lash worried as he put his hands up, "It's not like I have rights or can go anywhere or DO anything."

"You're to sit and watch the show," Turbo growled as he got closer to Chester, he bugged his eyes and firmly grappled his hair, once more, "I-I can't do this, Holy User, I CAN'T DO THIS."

"Dude, NEITHER CAN I, we're running out of time," Chester whined in a hurried manner as he jostled his wings for emphasis, "We don't have TIME to sit and wonder if we can or can't do this, we have to hurry and get there before the show starts."

"Wait why?" Turbo wondered in riled, desperately concealed terror.

"You want to catch her before everything starts so she knows you're there, don't you?" Chester rushed, everyone lightly panted with the electricity set upon the place, "Even Wren said that she ALWAYS tells security to keep you whitelisted. Just go backstage and surprise the CRAP out of her!"

"I WANT TO GO WITH," Lash now loudly begged, though Turbo shook his head, opened his palms, inhaled a deep, shaky breath and gave Lash an apologetic smirk of terror.

"Sorry man, maybe next time, I'll tell you everything when we get back," Turbo pressed confidently, though before Lash could argue, Turbo easily warped his and Chester's bouncing, electrified pixels away in a pop of now thin, crystalized air.

"User-dammit," Lash muttered in hot, annoyed, sulking defeat.

"Yeah, you think you're REAL SLICK pulling checkmate on me, like that, don't you!" Chester now hollered over the wind after him and Turbo assessed Orion Tower's sunny roof. Turbo furrowed his eyebrows, grappled the hair on the side of his head, once more, and huffed himself a few cooing notions of self-soothe, though Chester flattened his ears and held a strict, hunched position of dire urgency, "This is either going to be the best or worst decision ever made."

"I can't think too hard on it, I can't, or else I'll go back on my word and I'll just go back downstairs," Turbo rushed clumsily and nervously, his hands began to shake, he could swear his vision was going to fish-eye as he shakily pulled out his phone and tabbed to his shared, remote shred of the code room. With as much ease as his trembling hands could afford, he cued Chester's coding, prod at a few accessories he usually donned, and with as much care as he could, Turbo outfitted Chester with his typical riding saddle. Although not something typically used for flying, Turbo knew that, in such a short notice, he had no choice. Chester perked up, adjusted his wings and finally sagged with the same terrified fervor Turbo was delivering, "Alright, bud, we gotta... We gotta do this."

"Turbo," Chester huffed in equal terror, they both peered to each other, though Chester's gaze now looked lost and aimlessly worried. Turbo shook his head at Chester and huffed him an incredulous laugh, though Chester urgently shook his head and began to look sorrowfully sheepish, "Look, I'm SORRY I got all up in your face, man, I just care about Berri, I CAN'T do this."

"Yes you can, if I can leave the game, you can fly me to the entrance," Turbo firmly demanded, though before he closed out the code room options, he sneakily cued to his own private stash of coding, and with ease, he successfully materialized the gorgeous, cross-striped engagement ring he had very proudly hand crafted for Berri. Tucked in a sleek grey box, he snatched it and securely tucked it into his pocket for immediate future use. With urgency, he now approached Chester and felt as if his brain was about to turn to goo at all the rushing new experiences quickly nipping at his heels, "C'mon, bud, I won't let you fall. I'll be right here to steer and instruct you... And then when we get to the entrance, you can steer and instruct me."

"Turbo," Chester now firmly worried, though with the thick lead that gently dangled from the collar of Chester's sleek saddle, Turbo hurried to grapple it and gave it a tug.

"HEY, this is for Berri," Turbo now loudly snapped as Chester's ears sagged, "You got in my face and now it's time for me to get in yours. Are you WITH me or NOT?"

Chester panted firmly through his nose as Sugar Rush's lovely, warm breeze whisked about Chester's beautiful fur, Turbo's dusty grey hair, Turbo heaved a shaky exhale of anticipatory wait and felt his veins wiggle in a spiking soar of terror, he was very much aware that they both desperately needed each other here. Turbo raised his eyebrows in limited patience and huffed Chester a small notion of question, to which Chester bobbed a wary nod and gently popped his wings open, with a great amount of hesitancy.

"I-I'm with you," Chester murmured, his blind eyes peered about the tower's incredible sixty-four floor drop off, though as Turbo did what he could to firmly mount Chester's spine, Chester stood up a bit straighter and very nervous awaited Turbo's instruction.

Turbo shakily panted and peered across Sugar Rush's sunny, beckoning creation. With the palace tight in his vision, Sugar Rush's entrance could be seen farther beyond the palace, very quietly begging Turbo to come forth, the rush of destiny now urgently shining down upon him, he inhaled a shaky breath and did what he could to get settled on Chester's spine. He furrowed his grey eyebrows, silently promised Berri his rushing presence and felt purpose so quickly flood his ancient, red-hot coding. He shook his head and steadied his thoughts, he was well aware this was going to be the hardest thing he had ever done, though with Chester's urgent words in his head, he knew that blue-haired beauty, of his, was beyond worth it. In an attempt to not be so insanely frustrated with himself, he shook his negative thoughts and now directed his heightened energy to Chester's in a much-needed show of brotherly camaraderie.

"Alright, bud... Just start by taking a running glide off of the tower," Turbo stated firmly through nervous breaths, he shook his head and now nervously peered about his terrifyingly far away city, the drop was otherworldly, simply as if they were viewing it from outer space, "Don't chaotically flap your wings, just focus on gliding and we'll go from there. Just... Let the wind fill your wings, remember everything I've taught you."

"Okay," Chester mumbled nervously, he tilted his ears back and hooked them in Turbo's direction, so he could hear his voice a little better, "T-Turbo, what do I do about landing?"

"I'll be your eyes, look... I know I can't exterior swap with you, like what Berri does, but you're going to have to trust me," Turbo pressed, he hunched a little tighter to Chester's spine and nervously braced himself, "I'm ready when you are... I got your back."

"Literally," Chester murmured, though as he finally inhaled a deep breath and froze in a brace for action, he finally bolted forward in a pop of energy, sprawled his beautiful wings as wide as he could, and in a final leap of faith, he dove off of Turbo's incredible sky scraper, once and for all.

With a sudden glint of a shadow that crossed the living room, Lash perked up, urgently peered out Turbo's lovely loft windows and held his breath in unadulterated surprise. Chester's gorgeous pop of creamy orange wings could be seen quickly and confidently carrying Turbo across the whole span of the city in a soft flutter towards the rising sun. Lash huffed an incredulous chuckle, shook his head and long-blinked in unadulterated, surprised relief.

"Go get her, dude," Lash mumbled to himself in quiet, cute solitude.

Turbo huffed a trembling breath as the wind hit them head on, and as Chester remained tight in a glide for a few moments, Turbo bravely did something he immediately regret by looking down. With nothing but a sheer almost one thousand foot drop into his twinkling city, Turbo choked a sharp inhale, stiffened and peered his urgent, terrified golden gaze to the palace tight on the horizon. Chester's confident glide began to gently sag, something that cued Turbo and snapped him out of his own little bubble of selfish, terrified thoughts. Turbo cleared his throat, leaned into Chester's spine and warmly pat the side of his neck.

"You're doing GREAT, now just... Carefully flap once or twice," Turbo gently instructed, and with care, Chester's body lifted, though his speed slowed.

"PLEASE tell me if I'm going to hit a building," Chester worried in boyish terror, though Turbo firmly cocked an eyebrow and looked about at all the potential buildings Chester could fly into, though none of which were anywhere close to being at the staggering height they remained.

"Trust me, you're NO WHERE near any buildings," Turbo rushed in concealed terror, he swallowed hard and felt beads of sweat dot his forehead as the rushing wind did everything to quell it all, "You're so lucky you can't see, holy... User..."

"Don't say stuff like that! HELP ME," Chester shrieked in worry, though he confidently began to flap on his own, something that Turbo cued to.

"Chester, you'll only need my help landing, it seems as if you've got the hang of it," Turbo chuckled, "The hard part, for you, is over... Now it's my turn."

"Am I in the direction of the entrance?" Chester nervously wondered, though Turbo grappled the reigns of Chester's saddle and tilted his head down in an eagle eyed hone to Sugar Rush's beckoning entrance on Sugar Rush's shining horizon.

"Dead ahead, my guy," Turbo assured, and with Turbo's gentle, physical instructions, Chester fell into rhythm with the familiarity of it all.

With a gentle dip of a bevel into the coded blue atmosphere, Chester inhaled a steady breath, tucked his wings in a small nose dive, gained an awesome amount of speed and finally took off like the confident rocket he was born to be. With a harder whip of wind, their conversation dutifully died. Turbo glowered down the entrance and urgently promised it that he wasn't going to dare back down now, every single firm, sharp flap Chester took, the amount of speed gained, the easy soar the two took right on past Sugar Rush's palace, how desperately Turbo wanted to look back. His golden eyes urgently held forward, he knew this was his time to really prove his worth, to go above and beyond and finally give back like he had promised, and although his heart raced with terror, he knew that his loved ones would very easily receive him with an insane amount of gratitude. For the insane amount of an adventure his life had been up until this quiet, brooding year, he felt purpose rush his ancient red coding, as if promising him that this was the next wind he needed, this was his time to finally arrive in the Arcade and remain to return triumphant and make a positive impact this time around.

Although Chester spontaneously would worry about hitting something, along their fifteen minute flight to Sugar Rush's entrance, Turbo did everything he could to adamantly promise Chester he wouldn't hit anything. Finally and fully trusting Turbo's word, the two now adamantly fell into rhythm with each other. Although the entrance very quickly came upon the two, Turbo kept quiet about it. He bit his lip and felt his heart race, he knew that if he were to make clear to Chester that they were about to dive into a smaller tuck of an alcove deep in the waffle cone mountains of Sugar Rush's entrance, that he would lose that confident soar and things wouldn't go nearly as smoothly as they had been. Instead, Turbo leaned into each bank and turn, utilizing his knees and body weight, he successfully steered Chester and was thrilled to have Chester's full trust, though the second the two were submerged in the hollow, dark tunnel of Sugar Rush's winding, long entrance and exit, Turbo inhaled a shaky breath and felt reality hit him dead between the eyes. The farthest he had gone in nearly two years, he desperately tried to stay gripped to reality. The second Chester's rapid speed rounded the final corner, and Game Central Station's golden light could be seen, Turbo felt every ounce of confidence immediately leave him.

"Alright, brace for landing," Turbo Stated in a blurt of nervousness, though his heart began to race in a frantic frenzy of billowing terror as Game Central Station's glistening tiles got closer and closer.

Turbo grit his teeth, sat up a bit straighter and cued Chester to pop his wings to catch the wind and slow down. With greater ease than Turbo anticipated, Chester slowed to a soft, gliding float, and as his outstretched claws and paws finally skimmed the ground underneath, his legs urgently jolted to correction as he plopped to the ground and easily readjusted himself to an easy, quick trot, wings sprawled. Chester panted and finally drew his gentle jog to a stop, every scale and feather on his body was alive with glimmering, becoming purpose, and although Turbo eased a proud smile and firmly pat the side of Chester's neck in a full show of pride, appreciation and support, Turbo finally slid off of Chester's back and knew this was now his moment to shine. The second Turbo's feet hit the ground, he looked about Sugar Rush's dim, inner outlet and inhaled a trembling breath. Although the outlet usually was bustling, Turbo eagerly took note of everything happening about him. A few gamers came and went, Turbo and Chester remained firmly stood on Sugar Rush's entrance platform, a winding ride into the wire that lead to Sugar Rush's proper cabinet. Turbo felt his shoulders grow tense as a few Sugar Rush citizens, passing by, double-took on Turbo's figure and nothing more. Curious gazes that lingered, though Turbo swallowed hard as Chester's gentle voice popped his rushing thoughts.

"Bo," Chester eased with grumbling, knowing love; Turbo shook his head and gingerly grappled the two foot lead that dangled from the collar of Chester's saddle, down his broad, fluffy chest.

"Chester, I... I..." Turbo's weak breath faltered in soft, sorrowful hesitation. His golden eyes met with the equally as golden station through the outlet's corridor, a gateway to his destiny, Turbo felt his heart pound faster than ever before.

"You CAN do this," Chester encouraged, and although blind and in entirely unfamiliar territory, Chester inhaled a readied breath and confidently began to step his paws out in groping, searching determination. Turbo raised his eyebrows in prickled surprise, and although he was now due to being Chester's guide, he gripped Chester's lead and allowed Chester to lead the way from here. Chester's blind eyes gravitated towards the light beckoning from Game Central Station, and as the two finally eased down the corridor, Chester softened and pressed on with sweet certainty, "If I can fly us all the way here, with your help... You can step out into the station with my help."

"Thanks, bud," Turbo murmured in rising terror, as if the massive Arcade was due to beveling in on him, he tried to inhale air into his lungs, but he was certain they were shriveled down to nothing.

"Now, why don't we make a promise to each other," Chester started, quietly and quickly, "I'm dead-blind, out here... You let me go and I have absolutely no way of finding my way back home. Turbo, I won't let you down if you don't let me down. We HAVE to stick together... You can't let go of my lead or else I will... Be screwed."

"Okay, promise," Turbo huffed shakily, he tried to get words out, the station very slowly began to press within a dozen feet of their moving figures; he grappled Chester's lead and felt his palms begin to sweat in whole terror.

"I promise, too," Chester gently encouraged as his confident paws pressed forward, though Turbo remained tucked to his side, like a child hiding behind his mother, Turbo's terrified eyes began to see gamers of all sorts moseying in the stations, getting to their own destinations, he shook his head and desperately wanted to do everything he could to hide back in Sugar Rush. As light glinted their eyes, Chester greatly softened and eased Turbo a warm, concluding inquiry, "Just breathe, Turbo, you're fine. Close your eyes... I'll press forward. We'll go at this blind, together."

Turbo bobbed a nervous nod, and as if gifted clearance to at least pretend to hide away, he urgently scrunched his eyes tight and allowed Chester to lead him blind into the station. With caution, both boys pressed out into the beaming sunlight that crept its way into Game Central, though as Turbo's shoes scuffed to a heftier feel of unfamiliar tiles under his feet, he felt his breath catch in terrified delight. As Game Central Station's bustling noise now surrounded both boys in clarity, Chester softly eased to a slow the second he felt as if both boys had pressed out far enough. Turbo shakily panted through his nose, every single brand new sense to him soaked his ears, his skin raised in goosebumps, all sorts of different game noises softly echoed down the glorious, massive station, and although Turbo had only just barely entered Game Central a year or so back, he felt his shivering heart do a dance of unadulterated glee, whole, ironic, joyful terror, he soaked in the only familiar thing next to him; Chester's gentle, deep voice.

"Open your eyes," Chester warmly encouraged, and although Turbo didn't dare to even want to, the scrunch of his face eventually began to soften.

Turbo held his breath and allowed his golden eyes to meet the dead center of the station, where they were planted, and in a sag of his shoulders, Turbo exhaled, once and for all, and allowed his eyes to truly believe just where his feet were planted. Outside of Sugar Rush, once and for all, Turbo dared to let a shy, apprehensive smile grace his face as he finally met his eyes with the glorious station before him. In a gentle turn over his shoulder, his eyes glossed along the dozens of twinkling outlets, homes of so many games he now had the raw opportunity to explore, though as his eyes finally returned back to Sugar Rush's outlet, he raised his eyebrows in poised surprise and felt his heart thud with brand new purpose, everything that he had suddenly set out to do was now a hot reality, right in front of his eyes. He sagged his shoulders and knew that gamers passing by were softly eyeing him in curiosity, though with their passing glances and nonchalant fervors, Turbo felt his face get hot with almost embarrassed realization; everyone in his life had been correct, all along. A wash of humility came over him, he was well aware he had a lot of people to urgently apologize to, though before he could get lost in his thoughts Chester's gentle voice popped the air.

"So? What do you think? What does the station look like?" Chester wondered cutely, to which Turbo flinched and got a hearty look around, once more.

"It's... Incredible," Turbo's voice crackled with understanding, he shook his head and finally peered to Chester. Although he had just been thrown around by this incredible beast, his heart grew sore for Berri's lovable companion. A strong teddybear-like beast that urgently looked out for the ones he loved, Turbo so warmly sagged his hand to Chester's wolf-snout and gave him some physical attention, "Thanks, bud... I'd... Be nowhere without you."

"You're not wrong," Chester muttered with a snarky smile, though just as Turbo let go of the lead and seemed as if he was now eager to take a few steps about, Chester perked his ears and tensed, "Aht-aht, the LEAD, do NOT let go of the lead!"

"OH sorry, sorry," Turbo staggered in nervousness as he quickly grappled the lead, once more, though Chester sagged his ears and gave Turbo a sorrowful, terrified look.

"Let go of me and I'm screwed, remember?" Chester worried, though Turbo eased tight to Chester's presence, rubbed his snout in love, once more, and quietly mumbled him a tender conclusion.

"I promise I won't leave you behind," Turbo assured with great warmth, "You've gotten me this far... Now, let's go. We got a stadium to crash. Arcadia awaits."

"Something I NEVER thought I'd hear you say," Chester proudly pressed as Turbo tugged the lead, both boys quickly head in the direction of Game Central's train station.

Although confidence hit him in small waves of short certainty that would sag back to apprehensive terror, Turbo still did everything he could to lead him and Chester to the train station, into the unfamiliar train cab and to a secluded spot where him and Chester could comfortably remain for the trek to Arcadia. Although Chester fumbled to a sit and finally eased to his hind quarters, Turbo firmly sat next to Chester's much bigger body and gripped his lead as tight as he could. Although unfazed by the gentle tug Turbo had on his much huger, stronger body, Chester still cutely adhered to Turbo's silent requests. As Turbo's shivering eyes peered to the extra swathes of bodies that joined him in the cab, he felt his heart shudder in mistimed heartbeats, full terror that plagued his soul. He inhaled shallow breaths through his nose and knew the golden glow in his gaze was entirely muted to grey. In desperately concealed terror that began to eke out of his pores, Turbo remained glued to Chester's side and sat as still as he could, anything to prove to the crowd of public he was with that he was dutifully minding his own business.

After a few moments, Turbo was thrilled to feel Chester lovingly tuck a little bit of his wing about Turbo's body and shoulder, and with the same paw that was thrusting him to his loft windows, not twenty minutes prior, said paw softly sagged to Turbo's right shoulder and kindly tucked him a little deeper into his fluffy, saddled side. Turbo eased a small, nervous smile down to his lap and very anxiously twiddled the thick, rope fabric of Chester's lead in his trembling hands. Vulnerable, nearly all alone, he could feel the curious eyes of his fellow passengers loft his way, and as the train picked up speed and began to soar on to their destination, Turbo lulled his eyes in a long-blink of rest, he so desperately tried to get his heartbeat under control. Although trying to mind his business, he could see a woman, to his right diagonal, sitting on the train's longer bench that hugged the wall of the inner cab, urgently keep her eyes glued to Turbo in dire, searching curiosity. Turbo did everything to ignore her, though after a whopping five minutes of full, bewildered staring, Turbo inhaled a shaky breath and knew he needed to assess and potentially stand his ground.

"Are you..." The woman started, the second her and Turbo finally caught eyes, and with such a gentle press of words, Turbo held his breath and felt terror plague him, the raw fact that he was discovered. Turbo remained silent as she gently continued on, "Are you Turbo? THE Turbo?"

Turbo froze and could feel Chester's gentle, winged grip get a bit tighter about Turbo's shoulder in a show of tender protection. Although Chester's blind eyes were aimless in a gaze down the cab, Turbo could feel every single last one of Chester's fur follicles honed in the direction of this unassuming woman to their right. Turbo finally peered into this woman's eyes and assessed; an elegant, older, elf-looking woman from a video game he was entirely uncertain of, though she wore a beautiful robe-like garb, tied in thick fabric on her small waist, she was tall, ethereal, beautiful and fair in skin and hair. Her vivid green eyes peered to Turbo in patient curiosity, Turbo was now well aware that if any kind of being were to notice him, and call him out for it, there was likely no one better than this woman. Turbo cleared his throat and hesitantly bobbed a nod.

"Yes, ma'am," Turbo's deep voice pressed nervously, the grey, muted matte of his eyes remained.

"Manners, too," She smiled in aged sweetness, smile lines that wrinkled into a show of a true, charming past, she looked deeper into Turbo's eyes and shook her head, "You've done some terrible things."

"I-I... I have," Turbo admitted, he began to feel scared, onlookers now began to steal nervous glances over their shoulders, though in this shivering train cab, something immediately made Turbo halt in realization; everyone was just trying to survive and look out for themselves. Turbo shakily pressed on, "But, I've... I've earned my keep, in Sugar Rush. I don't leave often."

"I don't blame you, a track history like yours," She eased a warm chuckle, bobbed a nod and looked down, "I haven't been in Litwak's for nearly as long as you, but I was around for the whole fiasco inside Sugar Rush. We heard all about it."

"Oh, the..." Turbo tenderly trailed on, she nodded and smiled in nervousness.

"You seemingly were deleted in that... Hot soda spray," She grinned a bit wider, almost as if the past was now a fond, tender memory to look back on, Turbo huffed a shaky chuckle and looked down to the lead he now was due to twiddling into ten thousand knots.

"Yeah, it... Seems like forever ago, but," Turbo shrugged; he knew that was simply Lash, who was merged with said cybub, he lulled his eyes closed and kept quiet, though he somehow prayed nearby passengers could hear him, "I know what I did was really wrong. I'm prepared to own up to it. I'm on my way to see my girlfriend, right now. Hopefully... To further make up for everything I'm made of."

"Everything your PAST is made of," She kindly corrected, her twinkling green eyes peered to him in sweet wisdom, "You're not defined by your actions. You've done some terrible things, but... I'm honored to have bumped into you, today. Puts a lot of fear to rest, what with the deleter mess happening, lately."

"I'm aiding to help fight against that, actually," Turbo bobbed a nod and felt his confidence come back to him, the bridge of his nose began to show gold, once more, "The King of Sugar Rush, and I, have come up with a technology that could curb the tragedies taking place."

"User-speed," She eased with a confident bob of a nod and a smile, she wrinkled her nose and gave Turbo a curious smile, "Whose your girlfriend?"

"O-Oh, uh... Berri Kalivar," Turbo staggered in sheepish, smiling terror, though he flinched the second a few nearby passengers finally flung their attention to Turbo, now making clear they were eavesdropping.

"You know BERRI?" One of them blurt, he shifted in his seat, his boyish tone made clear he was likely a younger, self-programmed gamer en-route to the same concert Turbo was headed to; Turbo beamed a sweet smile and bobbed a nod.

"Yeah, she's my best friend," Turbo encouraged softly, he gestured to Chester and glanced up at him, "This is Chester, her companion."

"Wow, what's she like? I'm on my way to their concert," He hissed in delight, his two friends eagerly peered to Turbo from the seats nearby, and it was here that everyone within a fifteen foot radius was now honed to Turbo like he was here to give a speech; Turbo felt his heart race in terror he did whatever he could to conceal.

"She's..." Turbo shook his head, huffed a shaky chuckle, looked down to the lead in his hands and silently took a moment to grasp at just what right words to describe Berri, though he faltered. He grinned and shook his head, "Where to even begin, she... She's incredible. She means the world to me."

"I thought she was dating Gunner?" One boy curiously asked, his voice crackled in uncertainty, though his friends gave him a knowing look.

"No, she dumped him like a month ago," The other grumbled as he eyed Turbo, though he blurt a chuckle and gestured to Turbo with soft glee, "I don't think I blame her. Gunner? A pretty boy with a good voice? Or an Arcade LEGEND?"

"Yeah, it's a no brainer," One of the girls, they were with, cutely mumbled.

Turbo huffed a shaky breath and was well aware he likely shouldn't let these comments go to his head, though he most definitely relished in the positivity being thrown his way. Turbo scoffed an annoyed noise and looked down as he shook his head.

"Legend, please," Turbo murmured, though the woman next to him eased a cute laugh and shook her head.

"You're more relevant than you think," The woman sweetly chimed, she eyed Turbo in curiosity, the train jostled with the quick speed it had reached, "Where have you been hiding, all this time?"

"Yeah, now that you're Berri Kalivar's boyfriend, get ready for paparazzi," One of the more boisterous boys blurt, everyone eased into soft laughter.

"I've been helping out in Sugar Rush, I'm the King's right hand man," Turbo proudly stated, though he kept his tone swathed in humility.

"The King... Isn't Berri his daughter?" The woman wondered, and it was here did Turbo finally realize just how quick information about statures and game hierarchies were public knowledge outside of said home game.

"Yep," Turbo quipped, everyone began to coo notions of nervous delight.

"Brave man," The woman mumbled cutely, to which Turbo beamed a sweet smile and looked down to the lead in his hands, he could feel Chester lovingly tuck his wing about his shoulders a bit tighter.

"Thank you, it's... It's taken a lot," Turbo stated sweetly as he bobbed a conclusory nod, he smiled about the individuals that were kind enough to chat with him, he knew, full well, he'd need these boosts to carry out this massive, emotional and physical journey, "I don't have any other choice now, but to be brave."