Chapter 2 : The mystery behind it ?

Both Shank and Vanellope were at the edge of a forest cliff, sitting on top of Shank's car, when a person from behind was walking towards them and stopped a few feet away.

"Ahem!" He audibly cleared his throat. Both Shank and Vanellope were startled and looked back at the same time saying "huh?"

"Hi" The stranger said with a short, nervous wave and tone.

He was wearing dark old school shoes, brown jeans, an emerald green fitting hoodie with two red strings tied to a knot at the end, with a single pocket and a red t-shirt underneath. He had childlike facial features, with bright yellow eyes and medium black spiky hair.

"Hey!" Shank said in a commanding voice as she got off her car and started walking towards him "You're not supposed to be here! Who are you?!" She demanded to know, putting her hands on her hips and hovering over him.

With a solid two inches on him, he was a little frightened "Well I'm not sure…exactly" He shrunk as Shank towered him, Vanellope glitched her way next to Shank in a single swipe, this startled him and he fell back.

"Are you okay slick?" She said as she put her hands in her pockets "and why are you wearing clothes like mine? You're not one of those creepy fan stalkers are you?"

"What! NO! Just, listen...I don't even know how I got here, this is what happened" He started explaining as he got up.

Inside a garage, a person was laying down on a motorcycle, he got up rather effortlessly and said "What...what is this place? Where am I?" He could see a large expanse of a room, filled with yellow light coming from the row of windows up top and luminescent white light from the headlights on top, there were cars and mechanical parts everywhere, he was right in the middle of the room with no recollection on anything on how he got here or who he was. He noticed he was wearing rather colorful clothes, and noticed what he was laying on, a motorcycle, it was a light burlywood color, it had a hook on the back, two headlights in front, a tank in the middle with a seat on the back, kevlar tyres with a red stoplight at the back but no "Indicators" He surprised himself, what was all this and how did know so much.

He couldn't explain it, but he felt a strange attraction to this vehicle, he sat up straight on it and stayed like that for about two minutes gripping the handles, he was lost, he knew what it was but had no idea how it worked or raced.

"Okay, relax…(breathes in...breathes out)...first, I gotta get out of here" He searched for a door and found a big gate, after a hussle he opened it and stepped outside.

Mayhem, Carnage, Catastrophe, beautiful were the first words on his mind, from tall buildings to underground sewers, from the gasoline smoke in the air to a dog becoming lunch to a shark, from appliances being stolen to random street brawls, it was all so wildly amazing to him, all illuminated under a radiant yellow sunset, or was it sunrise, it was hard to tell when it wasn't moving.

He realised he had been walking for 10 minutes just admiring the scenery, he remembered what he had come out here for and had to ask someone for answers, making up his mind standing near an intersection, he realised a clown was headed towards him on a mini bicycle and stopped right in front of him "Hey there fella, I'm Bozo the creepy clown" He said in a raspy voice " You look like you're looking for something? How about I help you!" The brutality around him seemed fun, but this clown was just levels of creepy, our protagonist had the instinctive to run but didn't want to be chased around by this clown "Oh, I'm just...visiting, from out of town" He said. "Out of town eh, well how about you come with me, I'll make all your dreams come true!" That was the last straw, he booked it out of there.

He must have been running for about 15 minutes until he lost sight of the clown, and hid himself on the back of a pick up truck, he noticed someone was inside of it, and tried to talk to them but had to catch his breath first, and that's when two vehicles from behind roared their way towards him, the person inside the truck formally designated as "KorgBush456" hit the race gear so hard it sent our protagonist falling on his back, "KorgBush456" had no idea who this guy was or why he got on, but he wasn't about to let some stranger come in between him and victory so he swerved left and right to try to get him off and focus on the two that are after him.

On the back of the truck our protagonist tried to hold on to the corners as hard as he could, (A clown would have been better than this) He thought, the truck swerved left and right hard but he kept holding on for dear life until it stopped, he paused for a second before getting up and noticed it was going very fast, and was headed right for a forest, the truck swerved right so hard it knocked him right off of it and onto the soft grass, it still hurt when he landed with a "THUD" He lay there in agony for a few seconds before getting up and escaping into the forest.

"What is wrong with these people" He said as he ran past the trees, and stopped near one to catch his breath, that's when he heard laughter coming from up ahead, his curiosity outstriped his caution.

What he saw left him frozen, it was two girls sitting on a car, one was a little girl with similar looking clothes to his, only more feminine, she seemed adorable with her candy coated hair and miniature size, but the other one is who left him frozen, she was tall, beautiful -he thought- gorgeous even, with her light brown wide eyes and silky brown hair, oops, he caught himself staring.

"And that's how I got here" He said

Both Shank and Vanellope were skeptically confused "And you expect us to just believe that?" Shank said

"Well...yeah, honestly i'm just as surprised as you are, but if you don't believe me then I can show you the bike" He said

"That won't really prove you're telling the truth" Vanellope said

"I'm not lying!" He screamed

Shank grabbed him by the shoulders and put her face closer to his, this made his heart beat a little faster.

"He's not lying" She finally said "His eyes aren't"

"So he actually just appeared out of nowhere" Vanellope said

"Yeah" Shank replied

"COOL" Vanellope said as she glitched her way into the air and hung there for a second "What kind of racer are you? What kind of car do you have? What is your top speed? Can you drift on two wheels?" She started asking all these questions one after the other.

"WOW there, calm down butterscotch, first of all, what is your name?" Shank asked

He replies with " My name...well, it's the one thing I do remember, it's Nitro"

The Dark Net, an eerie, dangerous place full of twisted, back-stabbing individuals who won't think twice about illegal actions or collateral damage. And yet, no place felt closer to home for the Internet's second best detective, the Bright Net was amazing sure, but this place was just as big, well, if you excluded the code (otherwise known as the Deep Web) defended by the strongest anti-virus, the "BitDefenders".

This place isn't easy to find as well, it takes a special pass for you to access it and even then if you're caught doing some shady stuff it won't end well for you. It wasn't always like this, The Dark Net was initially used for the greater good, to allow communication between two parties without alerting any of the authorities, but humanity's dark side seemed to always be lurking in the shades of glory.

Walking along towards his destination, detective Jericho was in all black, shoes, baggy pants, and a hoodie, only he didn't feel the need to cover his face, everybody knew who he was, and felt sorry for whoever was on his radar, plus the black contrasted his white complexion.

Every marketplace that he passed by usually had the same thing, drugs, hackers, trafficking, and Hitmen (the detective paused in front of this place) it wasn't here the last time, but he moved on, he didn't want to bring up any bad memories, and shatter already broken friendships, nor lose any new ones.

Inside his lair, Double Dan was polishing his collection of organ parts, when a loud "BANG" was heard, he quickly turned to see who it was.

The detective had broken open the gate "DeeDee, it's been a while" He said

"You" Double Dan replied comforting his frightened little brother "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, i'm just here to ask a few...questions" The detective said

Double Dan looked at his door and then back to the detective "You know, the last person who broke my door, had to donate to my collection"

"Look slug, I haven't got all day, what's it gonna be" the detective interjected.

"...fine" Double Dan said, and slid behind his desk. "What do you want to know...Jerry"

The detective was struck for a second (He couldn't possibly have known about that, could he?) He thought, he tried to ignore it as nonchalantly as possible, he went right to his desk and jumped on it, he leaned in closer to Double Dan and said "I wanna know about a little insecurity virus that was released into Slaughter Race by a 9-foot hairless gorilla, I know you made it, but what I don't know is how you tampered with it"

"You're as intuitive as ever, but I don't know anything abou-DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME!" He interjected Double Dan, and pointed a finger at him "A virus like that is very rare! Even around these parts! Nor are they easy to make! Though, I'm pretty sure you know what it takes to make one...now unless you want your little brother to be added to your collection! I suggest you tell me the truth!"

Double Dan felt his teeth grit at the mention of his little brother and glared at the detective, he knew he wasn't going to be let off easy if he spilled the beans about the virus's backdoor, but fighting the detective wasn't going to be easy since he's clearly strong, considering he broke his door down with a heavy kick.

Both go a little back in history, Double Dan was always envious of his intelligence and instinct, considering he jumped on his desk to avoid the weapon under it, and to keep an eye on his movements.

Double Dan took a deep breath and said "Alright Det-tec-tive, here's the truth about the virus"

The elevator came up and Carson was standing there anticipated but then shocked at who came out, it was the detective, but battered and bruised, somehow still standing.

"What happened?!" He said

"Relax, occupational hazard" Jericho said, blood was dripped out of his nose, his hoodie had tears all over it, one of his shoes was missing, his pants seemed eroded, one from the knee down and the other his knee was exposed(He remember the detective mentioning these as his favorite pants) he had a bruise on his forehead, one of his wrists were handcuffed and there was slime all around him.

Carson just stood there staring.

"C'mon, we need to hurry" the detective said.

"Where to?" replied Carson, snapping back to reality.

"...Slaughter Race" Detective Jericho said.

END OF CH. 2

Author's notes:

So here it is, my second chapter, I wanted to make it more descriptive but alas was just writing these fanfictions for fun and nothing serious.

Hope you guys enjoy this one and please leave a comment if you want to see more.