I sat waiting for my next patient as I looked up upon hearing the door open. In walked what was probably one of the creepiest looking patients I've ever had; he was literally half my height wearing a red and white tracksuit and helmet, with grey skin and yellow eyes. "Turbo," I said as I went up to greet him, putting my hand out. "I'm Dr. Russell."

Turbo just looked up and down at me, seemingly unimpressed, before reluctantly accepting my handshake. "Pleasure," he replied showing zero interest before making his way to the couch.

"If you don't mind, I just have a few questions to ask you."

"Ask whatever you want."

It was so weird because normally I ask my patients to describe their childhood and family, but this was a strange case considering that he was made and programmed into existence. "So, Turbo, let's talk about the Road Blasters incident, shall we? Tell me, what exactly were you thinking when you left your game to destroy Road Blasters? Did you even think about the consequences of your own game?"

"Of course I did! But as soon as that game came along, it was obvious that my time had finished. I knew that with that game's increasing popularity, it was only a matter of time before Litwak unplugged us. Since I knew the end was coming for us, I refused to go down without bringing the competition with me."

"And how exactly did you manage to escape?"

"Right before he pulled the plug, I managed to speed out of there. After all, I am the fastest racer who ever lived. Once I was out, I stayed there in the shadows, living in hovels on the streets for years until I found another game I could properly call home."

"Sugar Rush."

"Exactly!"

"So why exactly did you take over Sugar Rush? I mean I understand why you would change your appearance and insert yourself into the game, but why make yourself king?"

"Because being an ordinary racer wasn't enough, especially when all those racers were kids. I needed to be in charge, to have all the power and control over all those little brats."

"But what did you have against Vanellope? I mean, given your goals I understand why you tried to get rid of her, but since you were wiping everyone's memories anyway, why didn't you just try to reprogram her as just another regular racer?"

"Because she was different. She had more ambition and drive, pun unintended, than all the other racers."

"Even more so than Taffyta? She seemed pretty driven."

"Part of that was because she was ruthless. But Vanellope was talented; she was programmed to be the best because she was their princess. Even without any memory of being ruler she was still my biggest competition. I tried to get rid of her, but I couldn't; the best thing I could do was turn her into a glitch. And after that I tried to get rid of her by banishing her from the game, but because she was now a glitch, she couldn't leave. Since we were stuck with her, I enforced anti-glitch propaganda to everyone in Sugar Rush, so that if they were to see her, they would either be afraid of her or make her afraid of them. Because she was so emotionally abused, she pretty much disappeared from our lives for the next fifteen years."

"How exactly did you do it though? How were able to sneak in without getting caught?"

"I snuck in one day during opening hours and since everyone was busy racing I snuck into the control room of the castle and waited for closing time. Once the arcade was closed, I made my attack."

"So why did you pick the persona of King Candy? How much of it was an act?"

"Considering that I was to be the leader of a land that's obnoxiously bright and cheerful, I had to be the brightest and cheeriest person of all. I will admit, it was fun being able to play him, but it was all an act, at least in public."

"And why did you keep the castle pink?"

"Because it came that way and it would be too much of a hassle to change it. Besides, pink isn't that girly; it's just the combination of white and red."

"What about Sour Bill? How did you meet him?"

"He already worked in the palace before I took over. Once I did, I figured it would be nice to have a loyal sidekick around."

"Since you were in charge for so long, did you ever grow attached to the game or anyone else there?

"Of course not. As far as I'm concerned they're all nothing but filthy peasants. Sugar Rush was nothing more than a track to call home and trophies to keep me happy."

"What about when you became part cybug? What was that like?"

"Honestly it was painful getting eaten and during the transformation, but once it happened it was the greatest feeling ever! Never in my life had I felt more powerful! With all of that power, I could've taken over the entire arcade! I could've gained everyone's respect by fear, watching them suffer as I tear their homes apart. If I was to be left gameless, then so would everyone else. And with every game in the arcade broken, everything would be unplugged, and everyone would be left for dead. Yes I would've died too, but it would've been worth it."

"So you have zero remorse for any of your actions, whether it's for Road Blasters or Vanellope or whatnot?"

"None."

"And if you were ever to go back to Sugar Rush?"

"I wouldn't even bother with Sugar Rush. My identity has been blown and I don't think I would be able to get away with it again. I would probably find a way to get eaten by a cybug again so I could turn back into the monster I was before I died and carry out my plan. Or maybe if not, then at least find some way to kill both Ralph and Vanellope; after all, it's their fault that my life was ruined and I ended up here."

"Thank you Turbo, I think I have everything I need."

"So I could go now?"

"Sure." With that he got up and left without a word. "Wow," I whispered to myself as I made my way back to my desk. Turbo has got to be without a doubt the most heartless, sociopathic patient I had ever had to interview. How he has so many fans and sympathizers is beyond me.

I opened up my email to see who was next. "Prince Hans."