Jerry Berry belongs to me. All other characters do not belong to me.

Chapter 2: The New Guy

It was but a few hours old, but had already increased in size several times over. It was greedily gobbling up mouthfuls of the rich chocolate ground. It slowly munched it's way toward the racetrack...

As Taffyta turned to head back home, she accidentally bumped into someone. She quickly turned to apologize. "I'm so sorry. I should be looking where I'm going!"

She turned to look into a pair of deep blue eyes. She had bumped into a good-looking boy slightly taller than her. He was dressed in a yellow T-shirt and ragged jeans. He gently said, "It's all right. Hey, are you a Sugar Rush racer?"

She brightened up and said," Yeah, I am. I'm Taffyta. What's your name?"

He smiled and said, "Just call me Jerry. Could you direct me to the leader or whoever's in charge of your game?"

Taffyta's mood sank again as she said, "President Vanellope von Schweetz. Just follow the road up the mountain to the castle. It's so big, you can't miss it."

Jerry replied, "Thank you very much. See you later!" as he jogged away.

Taffyta thought to herself," He's gorgeous. I wonder why he's looking for Vanellope?"

Meanwhile, at the castle, Vanellope had quickly changed out of her dress back into her usual hoodie and leggings. She sighed in relief as she put away her princess dress. "Now, what was I going to do?" she thought. "Oh yeah, the code vault." She called out for Sour Bill and strode quickly towards the code vault. Sour Bill asked her in alarm," What are you trying to do, President?"

She remarked," Oh, nothing in particular. I just wanted to find out how Turbo could have reprogrammed the game so easily."

Sour Bill replied in his usual monotonous voice," I can tell you that without your going in there. He just disconnected the links to your code, locked up our memories, and attached his code to the central link."

Vanellope thought to herself," If I wanted to, I could reprogram Taffyta so that she would be a glitch! Then, she would finally know how I felt." With a grim smile, she asked Sour Bill for the combination to the lock. He firmly replied," No. There's no need to touch the codes."

Vanellope's eyes narrowed as she said," Sour Bill, I'm the President of Sugar Rush now. I have a right to go in there. Now, tell me the combination!"

Sour Bill quickly rushed away but Vanellope noticed that he was holding something tightly. She started after him but Wynnchel and Duncan, the royal donut guards entered the room saying," President, you have a visitor. Someone is requesting to meet you."

Vanellope answered, "Fine. Oh, and get me Sour Bill. I want to see him after I meet my guest. Who is it, anyway?"

Wynnchel replied," He's a stranger to this world, President."

Vanellope commanded, "Bring him in, then."

Her eyes opened wide as the boy, Jerry, walked in. She thought to herself, "Wow! He's really good-looking!" With a coy smile on her lips, she walked towards him. "How may I help you, young man?"

He started slightly and said, "Whoa, I wasn't expecting a little girl to be in charge of a game! But, I guess it makes sense after seeing your scenery." "Oh yes, my name is Jerry," he said with a bow.

Vanellope replied, "Well, Jerry, how can I help you?"

He looked at the floor and said, "I…well…I was, um, wondering if…um, I could become a racer in this game?"

Vanellope looked quizzically at him. "You mean, you're not a character anygame else?"

Jerry said,"Yeah. I'm just a reject racer. I was never accepted into any other racing game cause of my size and age. I've been wandering around, hoping to get accepted into a game, any game, and Sugar Rush is my last hope."

Vanellope's mind worked quickly. She said with a thoughtful expression," Well, Jerry, we have quite a full and competitive roster…" Jerry's heart sank further. "But, I know how it feels to be rejected, so, I'll let you join, IF you can match my racers."

Jerry's face lit up with a bright smile as he exclaimed," Thank you so much, Miss President! I will earn my place, I promise!"

Vanellope smiled amusedly and said, "No problem. Now, to business. Do you have a race name and cart?"

Jerry shook his head. "I was never accepted as a racer."

Vanellope thought quickly and called out,"Wynnchel, my scepter, please." The guard handed her the scepter and she tapped Jerry twice on the head. Golden light shone from his body and when it faded, he was dressed in a blue and gold jumpsuit and sitting in a freshly baked cart. Vanellope said with a lofty air, "I dub thee, JERRY BERRY!"

Inwardly she was thinking excitedly,"I am so going to get this guy!"

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