Ralph: Hey, are you this pyscho I've been hearing about?
D: Yep. What do you want?
Ralph: I was wondering who taped Felix to the ceiling and druged him with vast amounts of sugar.
D: I did of course. But it was a dare.
Ralph: By who?
D: Vanellope.
Ralph: …Makes sense. Well, can you at least help me…wait, what's under your bed?
D: I don't know.
*Pulls out Rancis' dead body.
D: Oh yeah…that happened.
Ralph: What happened?
D: …Lean over.
Ralph: Bit worried now…
*Leans over.
D: Closet shooting…
*Looks at D.
Ralph: What the hub are you talking about?
D: I had to hide the body!
Ralph: …Okay then. Not weird at all.
D: I know right? Anyways…wanna drink some rootbeer?
Ralph: Sure. Can I grab Vanellope?
D: Of course.
{A/N: It's that month again, so I gotta work on this again. I'll probably just work on this until it's finished. Then I can start again on Sweet Fighter.}
Chap. 3: Dealing With Viruses (Part 1)
Vanellope sat down as Turbo began to tell his story.
Turbo sighed. "It all started the day before your game was plugged…" started Turbo.
I was still hiding in the shadows from the whole arcade, worried what would happen if I was caught. It was so bad, I scavenging for food and shelter while everyone was working.
"Just like me?" Vanellope asked, smirking.
"Yes. Now be quiet. I'm not done yet," Turbo demanded in an annoyed tone.
It started out like a usual day.
"Darn it! Doesn't anyone leave any food out here for people like me?" thought Turbo as he looked around the station, sneaking around due to Q*Bert and his gang being asleep, before noticing part of a hamburger lying on the ground near him, "Bingo!" Turbo licked his lips. "Come to me little burger, I won't bite," Turbo said quietly to himself. Before Turbo could grab it, a black hand came out of Turbo's blindspot before grabbing the leftover food and taking it. "Hey, give that back!" yelled Turbo as he chased the retracting arm into the port of a nearby gate.
Q*Bert woke up and looked around. "#$!# *%#?" said Q*Bert before going back to sleep.
"Where are you, you little burger thief?!" demanded Turbo as he looked around.
"Why, I'm right behind you Mister Turbo," said an unknown voice.
Turbo's eyes quickly turned around, only to face a 9-year-old girl taking bites out of [bold]his burger. "What the-How did a little girl do that?" thought Turbo as looked at the girl. She wore a black hoodie, black boots, a black skirt, and black and red leggings. Her skin was very pale, her hair was jet black, but her eyes were completely black with red pupils. Her hair had a ponytail and bangs, but they had red highlights. She also seemed to have dark purple scar on her nose. "Wait a second! She's eating my hamburger!" thought Turbo as his expression became one of anger. "Hey!" shouted Turbo as the girl stopped eating the hamburger.
"Yes?" asked the girl.
"Give me back my hamburger you little thief!" demanded Turbo.
"Okay," the girl said in an uncaring voice as she tossed Turbo the hamburger.
Turbo tried to grab it before finally catching it in his hands after almost failing a few times. "What is wrong with you, you little brat?" Turbo asked angrily.
The little girl furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't think you know who you're talking to Mister Turbo," the girl said seriously as noticed one of Turbo's eyebrows being raised, "But since I'm in a forgiving mood, I'll ignore your little comment."
Turbo went up to the little girl's face and said, "And I think that you don't know who you're talking to. I'm Turbo, the greatest racer ever!"
The little girl's fist became black with purple veins and grew a little bit bigger. She then slugged Turbo in the jaw, causing him to drop the burger (ruining it) and slam into the nearby wall. "Learn your place mortal, you stand before an arcade god," the little girl said darkly.
Turbo got and stared at the girl, scared. "W-Wh-Who are you?" asked Turbo as he backed up a little, "What are you?"
"You may call me Necron and I am the Viral King," said Necron.
Turbo's eyes widened in realization at what he just heard. "You're the king of Viruses? But you're a little girl!" Turbo said confused.
"Looks aren't everything, Mister Turbo," said Necron.
Turbo fell on his hands & knees. "Please don't screw up my code," Turbo begged as tears fell from his eyes, "I'm already alone and gameless. My brothers are dead because of me. The whole arcade is ticked at me now!"
"Don't worry Mister Turbo, I'm here to help you," said Necron as it lifted up Turbo's head with his fingers to look at him, loving his frightened expression, "You see, I've already heard about your 'incident' with Road Blasters and I want to help get you another game."
Turbo's tears immediately stopped. "You do?" asked Turbo.
Necron grinned and nodded.
"Wait!" exclaimed Turbo as he jumped to his feet, "What do you mean 'get me a game'?"
"Meet me in the Socket and we'll discuss it there. Oh, and here's a little something to make up for all I did," said Necron as he pulled out a box from his hoodie pocket and tossed it to Turbo, "If you do come, they'll be more where that came from."
Turbo caught the box & opened it. He almost cried when he saw what was in it. "Two hotdogs, Turbo-styled. I missed these things," thought Turbo. "How did you-?" asked Turbo before noticing that Necron was gone and a bottle was left in his place. Turbo raised an eyebrow at the bottle before grabbing it and taking a sip. Turbo's eyes widened as he realized at what he was drinking. "That son of a glitch, he got me some of Tapper's rootbeer," Turbo said in amazement before starting to eat his delicious meal.
Later…
Turbo arrived at the exit of Grand Central Station but stopped after realizing something. "Wait a second! The Surge Protector will detect me once I step through that gate. I need a plan. Maybe I could try to find some sort of weak spot on him. Or I could try to beat him up. Heck, I could even try to just ignore him and run past him. Maybe I could-" thought Turbo before Ground Central Station's lights all shut off, "What the-? You know what? Not my problem." Turbo took this chance to run through the exit. Right as Turbo ran through the exit gate, the Surge Protector appeared. "Na-?" asked Surge Protector before looking who was leaving. "Tur…bo?" said the Surge Protector before Turbo disappeared into the darkness.
In the Socket…
"Okay I'm here Necron. Now where are you?" Turbo said nervously.
"We were expecting you," said Necron as he walked out from behind Turbo's back, causing Turbo to jump and almost scream.
"Swear to Mod girl, you're going to give me a heart attack someday," said Turbo as he clutched his heart.
"I'm a boy," said Necron in an annoyed tone.
Turbo stared wide-eyed at Necron, inspecting every inch of his body. "Are you a drag queen or something?" asked Turbo.
Necron rolled his eyes at the question. "No. I may look like a girl now, but I was originally a boy," explained Necron.
"Aha! So you are a girl!" said Turbo.
Necron sighed angrily & clenched his fists (which Turbo didn't notice) before as motioned for Turbo to follow him, "Come on, we can't keep them waiting, can we?"
"Keep who waiting?" asked Turbo.
"My loyal subjects," answered Necron as they entered a pitch-black hole that led to the world beyond the arcade.
"And they are…?" asked Turbo as a small twinkle of light appeared at the end of tunnel.
"The rest of the viruses," said Necron as they exited the tunnel, revealing a billion of red mutated eyes immediately opened and stared at them.
"What the heck?" asked Turbo as they were immediately swarmed by the viruses.
"Turbo! It's the great Turbo! He's cooler looking than any of those boring video game characters by a long shot," said some of the viruses.
Turbo wasn't sure if he should be confused, scared, creeped out, or greatly amused.
A lone virus came towards Turbo. Unlike the others, it had red lines and a butler-like attitude. "So this iz the famed Turbo?" said the virus as it reached out its claw…hand…thing towards Turbo, "Pleazure to make your acquaintance."
Turbo stared at the 'hand' before grabbing it and shaking it weakly. "Um, please to make yours too, uh…what's your name?" said Turbo.
"You may call me Zort," replied Zort.
"Okay, hey Necron, what's the point of bringing me here?" asked Turbo.
"We're going to discuss our deal over dinner Mr. Turbo," said Necron as he started walking down the pitch-black environment, "Oh, and don't worry about my minions Mister Turbo, they won't bite."
Turbo followed him quickly so he wouldn't be left behind as the rest of the viruses followed them.
"Here we are, at our humble abode," said Necron as it grinned.
Turbo followed Necron, but his mouth gaped in amazement. The viruses' village was unexpectedly beautiful. Their house glowing white while blue lines covered their homes. "It's so…beautiful," Turbo aid in amazement. "I never would've thought viruses' actually lived in something like this," thought Turbo.
"This is nothing, wait until you see my home," said Necron as Zort walked up to it, "Zort, can you go ahead and alert the staff of our presence?"
Zort nodded and said, "Az you wizh, Lord Necron." Zort then disappeared a flash of purple light.
"Whoa, how did he do that?" asked Turbo.
Necron's head turned toward Turbo's direction. "It's quite easy for a virus or anything in the videogame world that has their code…modified," explained Necron before turning its head to the sight in front of it, "Here we are, home sweet home."
If Turbo thought the other houses were stunning, he was very wrong. In front of him and Necron was a golden house with white, blue, and red lines covering it and part of the ground around it. "Oh my Mod, a golden house," Turbo said quietly.
"Yes, quite impressive, isn't it?" said Necron as they walked through the door, "Enough talking, let us eat and discuss our deal."
"Sure, I'm starving anyway," said Turbo as they walked into the dining hall and sat down.
Necron sat between Turbo and Zort. The rest of the viruses sat down around the gigantic golden table. "Bring in the food!" demanded Necron. As soon as those words left Necron's mouth, servants entered the dining room and placed everyone's dinners down in front of them. The servant wore waiter and waitresses outfits & black helmets. The helmet had a visor that blocked off their eyes.
Turbo stared at each of the servants with great interest as he ate some of his popcorn chicken. "Something's very familiar about these servants," Turbo said quietly to himself.
"Well of course they are Mister Turbo," said Necron as Turbo turned his head towards Necron, questioningly, "You seriously don't recognize them?"
"I don't think so," answered Turbo.
"Alright then servants, since our guest seems to have some kind of brain damage, reveal yourselves to him so he can realize who you are!" demanded Necron. The servants took off their helmets, causing Turbo to gasp.
They were mostly characters from unplugged games that he knew, but the one character group that Turbo noticed the most…the characters from RoadBlasters. "What the-How are still alive?" said Turbo.
"They aren't alive, I just control their souls and let them be free to do my bidding," explained Necron.
"Oh, zombie slaves," though Turbo. "How did you do that?" asked Turbo.
"A simple secret that doesn't need to be told yet. For now, let us discuss our deal Mister Turbo," said Necron.
"Oh yeah, you were saying something about getting me a game or something," said Turbo.
"Yes. Let me explain. As you probably know, Mr. Litwack plugged in a new game called Sugar Rush, a racing game," said Necron.
Turbo's interest in the subject piqued once Necron said 'a racing game'. "I'm listening," said Turbo.
"There is a racer named Princess Vanellope Von Schweetz. I need you to abduct her and bring her back here," explained Necron as he ate some food.
"Wait, if this is a princess, won't she one be very very important to the game and two have people protecting her?" asked Turbo.
"Yes, but Zort here will take care of that," answered Necron.
"I will zneak into the code room and infect it so the game will freeze," said Zort, catching everyone's intention "That way, we can take the princess without causing any trouble or commotion."
"What are do you want with her?" asked Turbo.
"Nothing much. I just want to pay her back for all she's done to me," answered Necron.
"But you can't just go get revenge on someone you don't know that's brand new in the arcade," argued Turbo.
"But isn't that what you did, Mister Turbo," said Necron as it looked at Turbo with a crazy, wicked grin.
"Bu-Bu-But I-" said Turbo.
"It doesn't matter either way, I already know her. You see I was part of her game but was thrown out because I was very…sick," explained Necron.
"Sick?" asked Turbo.
"I haven't enough time to explain. You're already 2 minutes behind schedule. If you are going to take this deal you need to do it now," said Necron.
"Why should I? Your deal doesn't make any sense. What do I get out of it?" demanded Turbo.
"You're asking something out of me?" Necron asked angrily as he stared into Turbo's eyes for a moment before laughing and patting Turbo on the back, "I like you Mister Turbo, I really do. You have a defiant attitude that I like. Look I'll tell you rest of the deal after you steal the princess alright. But I will tell you this, by doing this, you get a spot on my good side, and trust me, that's a side you'll never want leave." Necron then turned Turbo towards Zort and said, "Now grab onto Zort and don't let go. He'll take you back to Grand Central Station and then help you in your first part of the deal. After that, he'll take you back to me, got it?"
Turbo nodded and got on the virus' back.
"Don't worry Zir Turbo, az long az you hold on, you won't be harmed. Are you ready?" asked Zort.
"Y-Y-Yes," said Turbo.
Zort laughed before saying, "Hold on then zire, thizzz iz going to be, what you would call, a bumpy ride."
"What do you me-" was all Turbo could say before Zort started running at unnatural speeds.
"Good luck Mister Turbo," said Necron right before its voice was out of earshot.
{A/N: Necron's originally a boy, but now he's a girl. So yeah…that happened.}