Chapter 4 – Lock And Key

I know who you really are.

Ha, I knew I'd catch his attention! He stared blankly at me for a second, probably stunned that I knew his identity. "My child, whath makeths you think that?"

"Cut the act King Candy….oh wait I meant to say Turbo." He was taken aback by this. Now time to reel him in, "Look, I know it's you. The only way I could know this is if I watched you. And I did."

He had a disgusted look on his face….he seemed a bit paranoid.

He calmed down a bit, "Come with me pleasthe," he said. NOW I was worried….

King Candy opened the door and led me out of the room. He gestured to the guards to stay behind. We walked down the long corridor and passed by a huge mirror. 'Bout five times my size. Oh my god. My character's resemblance to Turbo was….uncanny. I sort of looked like a fangirl (which I am) that has pink stripes instead of red.

No wonder he was a bit startled when he met me…..but it's not MY fault the outfit came like this!

ANYHOW…

Yeah, so we headed to this room that required a pass code to get in. It was made of hard candy (basically like steel). We stepped through the door to only be encountered with a large white room with a small white sofa.

I hope that I don't "meet my doom" in here, 'cause if I did there would be a nice touch of red added to the room…

He told me to sit down and get comfy, so I plopped down onto the white couch. It was really hard to sit on sense I take no one has the need to come in here.

King Candy went over to a panel on the wall (same color as everything else) and typed in some sort of complicated code. I tried my best to keep track.

4390281

Okay, got that down. Ugh, what are we doing in this crappy excuse for a cell anyways? Probably discussing my death terms….

Instantly, small bars clasped around my wrists; and they were TIGHT. "Ow!"I exclaimed "What's the big idea?!"

Let me tell you, I did NOT like being held captive. Who does? I clenched my fists and tried as hard as I could to get out.

"I have been RIGHTFUL RULER of this kingdom for FIFTEEN YEARS and you think I'm just going to let you screw that all up?!" Jeez he was mad, "You've got that all wrong, bub!" He narrowed his eyes at me, which was very frightening. Though I was glad he stopped speaking with that annoying lisp.

He got closer to my face, "How do you know this information?" he asked with an intimidating look in his eyes.

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you," gross, I could smell his breath, "but first, have you ever heard of personal space? I think I might pass out on account of your horrible breath."

The King backed up a little, glaring at me, "Explain yourself,"

"Gladly," I replied, "Well, you see, I'm from the real world, as I have mentioned, and in the real world we watch these things called movies on a screen."

"Movies?" he asked, obviously having no clue as to what it is.

I honestly didn't feel like going through the whole explanation of a movie again, "Yeah, a movie. But back to the point." I replied coolly. Surprising I was freaking out or anything like that. "There is a movie that I love called Wreck-It-Ralph which you are in, of course. It tells of the events that go on in the characters life and some of the major – and minor – problems they face."

"Backstories are included as well," I added with a slight smile. "I also know that you die by boiling cola at the end."

He sat down, looking a bit agitated. I guess it was a little too much for him to handle. Thoughts racing, deciding whether to kill me or not, his fate to come…

Hey, now don't get me wrong; I was worried, too. What was supposed to happen next? I dunno. Not the person to ask in this situation.

Pillow Pants finally looked up at me, "So you know everything, hm?" I tensed up. He was going to quiz me. Do you have ANY IDEA just how TERRIBLE I do on quizzes?!

Okay, got to calm down. "Seems so, doesn't it?" I asked, daringly. All I was thinking was Come on, Alex! Get all of this right and you can get out of this place for good! Just remember your strategy. Who am I kidding; I don't even have a strategy!

King Candy narrowed his eyes at me, a wide grin on his face, "Then, if you really do know everything, what are the names of the two twin racers in my game?"

I'm going to be stuck here forever!

I cleared my throat, "Jet and Set?" I answered nervously. I heard a chuckle, "Ha! No, their names weren't Jet and Set! Their names were Boost and Blaze."

Crap. "Well how was I supposed to know that? They never mentioned their names in the movie!" Anyone that knows me knows I have to fight back. It's in my nature.

My question wasn't answered, but instead kicked off the table with a murderous glare. I sunk back into the couch. Turbo: one, Alex: none.

We sat there for a moment, me thinking of my future (if I even HAD one by now), him most likely thinking of ways to deal with me.

Looking up at me he stated "Um, Lexis, Anya, lady….whatever your name is, I'm going to need you to stay in here for a while… I'll be right back" Uh-oh. He gave me one of those villainous smirks. You know; the ones you get when someone really isn't going to come back. Or when they come back with somethin' that you don't necessarily like. Yeah, that kind of smirk.

King Pillow-Pants punched in the number to get out of the white room I was trapped in, trying to cover it up with his hands. Ha! Too bad I already knew the code from earlier! He gave a quick wave and let the door shut behind him.

Alright, I know the code, I sort of know my way around the castle, and I know I can escape Wynchel and Dunkin (if they see me, of course). The only thing standing in my way was the stupid cuffs around my wrists. They were made up of a jaw breaker like material with small key holes on the side in case anybody wanted to unlatch me manually. Idiots, any prisoner could escape if they had the right tools!

Speaking of tools, I'm going to need some if I'm ever going to get out of these cuffs. Wait…DUH! I have a belt for these kinds of situations! I looked down and noticed I had some candy carrots (don't ask me what they taste like, please) loosely tucked into the belt.

YES! My first real reason to act like a spy!

I shifted my left leg to get the candy-coated carrot to slip out. Slowly letting it roll down my thigh, and to my (cute) pink sneakers. This was going to take some real good skills...

Biting my lip, I kicked the carrot up in the air, towards my mouth. The moment of truth; can Alex catch a carrot with her mouth? Stay tuned for more on this breaking news.

Just kidding, no time passed or anything. Turns out I actually can catch a carrot in my mouth!

I leaned downwards to the cuff on my right and attempted to unlock it with the sweet vegetable. It took me about a minute or two, but it finally opened! I took the carrot in my right hand and unlocked the other one (this time within a few seconds).

Rubbing my wrists, I stood carefully and proceeded to the panel on the wall. What was the code again? 490281? No…maybe 421098? Heh, nope.

Oh, come on, Alex! Your life depends on this!

4390281….success! The door opened slowly, to reveal the glimmering sunshine coming through the windows of the beautiful castle. I walked through the small entrance and into the halls of the building. The slight click of the door closing bounced off the bright pink walls.

I could almost grasp freedom…all I needed was a plan…

Oh, you thought I had a plan? Who do you think I am? Einstein? There's no way I would think this far ahead. I know, I know; I'm stupid for not having one, but I was still baffled that someone was even trying to keep me captive. Well, given that he's a villain, but whatever. I'll just wing it.

I retraced my steps, passing by the large mirror and by the "chambers". I even did that thing that actual spies do on the walls. I pressed my back closer against the wall when I heard the low voices of the two cops. Anxiously, I slipped through a small chocolate door in a way so I wouldn't get caught.

The room was completely dark; just a pitch black space. I fumbled around in attempt to find the switch. No luck. I took a step forward, only to get my shoe dirty with some kind of gooey substance lying on the floor. Ew. Not to mention this place had a sickening smell of carnival funnel cakes.

I pressed my ear on the wall and listened for any footsteps. Good, there were none. Back in the hallway, I silently snuck around aware of the slightest little sounds. And yes, I was paranoid. I mean, my life was at stake here! But I – I was paranoid in a really BAD way. Kind of like when you're sitting at home and you find some giant daddy long leg on your back and get someone to get it off. Then about 3 minutes later you find out it was still on you entangled in your hair…well never mind that might not have ever happened to you guys, but it SURE has happened to ME.

Ahem…back to the story? Yeah…

Woo-hoo! I made it to the throne room! I started to do a happy dance ( not kidding, I actually danced.) when I heard the jingle of little bells coming from the main hallway. Got to find somewhere to hide, and quick! Think…the curtains!

I slid under the curtains and sat on the huge windowsill. Unfortunately, the window was open so of course that further added to my anxiety. Man, was that a long drop. I hope I don't have to go down there anytime soon.

The jingling of bells got louder as they approached the throne room. Three other sets of footsteps followed the sound. "We need to find that girl!" King Candy said in his 'public' voice. Should've known he would find out. "Vanellope cannot racth!" Oh, whoops. He was talking about Vanellope. My bad.

Oh my gawsh! It actually slipped my mind that I'm still inside the MOVIE so all the events and scenes are most likely still going to happen! Problem is; I can't tell if this is after they find out Ralph and Vanellope broke in, or later on than that. Well that sucks!

I heard the roar of an engine, and the rough sound it left behind on its way to find the little girl. Poor thing; she didn't do anything wrong! I feel bad knowing that there is a chaotic, power-driven, criminal after her.

I listened carefully to the sounds going on throughout the room. It seems there is only one pair of footsteps remaining. I peeked out of the pink curtains to observe who was there. Turned out to be none other than Sour Bill. He caught my eye, "Guards!" he yelled out. Frick. I didn't think he would see me!

The guards came tumbling into the room (all of them pastries), stopping to marvel at me. They must have thought that it was kind of weird for a Sugar Rush racer (or even criminal, if you must) to look so much older…and a bit taller.

My only two choices of escape were to either try running past the guards or to jump out of the window, with a slim chance of surviving. Running past the guards would get me caught for sure, but jumping out of the window was a huge – and not to mention deadly – risk to take…

Ahem, well, you should have a better clue about my personality by now. I hate getting caught.

So, I sucked in my breath, mentally wrote a list of stuff I wanted people to have, and…

Jumped.