And we're back! Last time, I introduced a home console room and a back-up team of Codebusters that aren't the focus of this story but are important for later stuff and stuff. Also, I finally watched the stuff from E3—even though it's been like what, a month?—and WTF NEW SMASH BROS WII U 3DS WII FIT TRAINER CLASSIC MEGA MAN WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS?

But I digress. We're heading into more familiar territory, but not necessarily well-known territory. Or maybe everyone knows all about this game, idk, I'm just trying to write a good fanfic here.

This chapter has less action and more Vanellope than I planned, but I really need to start getting this story rolling. After all, if chapters 10 and 15 were important, then chapter 20 is the show stopper :P

Disclaimer: I'm not these people: Disney (Sugar Rush, Xtreme E-Z Livin' 2), SEGA (Sonic the Fighters) or Activision (DJ Hero 2)

Choko's POV

Yawning to the cotton candy heavens, Choko relaxed in the seat of her upgraded Codemobile. After the Star Wars mess she'd been plotting to completely redesign her mode of code busting transport, but training the new Codebuster team had taken up quite a bit of her after work hours. And while it was fun being a kickin' sensei to her pupils and making new friends, it was hard work teaching why it was a bad idea to run into a code well willy-nilly.

Sora-kun was shaping up to be a fine leader with his deep-set principles of honor and courage, and Bob-kun was an enthusiastic font of all knowledge, but they had traces of Leeroy Jenkins in their code. Luckily, Leia-hime was both diplomatic and unafraid to use physical discipline to keep her friends in line, and Choko sent them off to their first mission in House of the Dead with high hopes. They returned victorious and only half covered in grime, and the new team of Codebusters was earning their own reputation as a top-notch group of code masters.

Now she was waiting for the all-clear to go and pick up her own team mates and head over to a client's game before her play date with Mee Mee-chan and Roll-chan started. Mr. Litwak-sama himself had sat down to play their story mode at the end of the arcade day, and she prided herself in being a top tier boss; not only did it give her time to finish her cart, but being a bad guy for a little while was lots of fun. It certainly gave her a rush unlike eating a giant pack of Nutella pocky.

Vanellope-heika got a thumbs up from a marshmallow camera man, and stretched. "That's the end of the day guys. Got some objectives for you candy brats...Crumbelina, some girls from The Sims 2 are inviting you over to their game to talk fashion; Taffyta, your candy reps are complaining about irrigation laws in the swamps, you need to tell them to stuff it; King Gramps and I have a tea party with heads from the arcade...all the former palette swaps are requested to meet with Mortal Kombat fighters and talk about originality; and Choko, you're headed out to Xtreme E-X Livin' 2. Everyone else scram."

Powering up her cart, Choko took off towards the exit, Mr. Waddles oinking contentedly in his seat. She had upgraded his code to be more sturdy—she didn't want a stray glitch attack wiping out her favorite pig!—and patted his diamond hard head, whistling her boss theme into the echoing cord of her game. Skrillex-kun and Honey-chan were waiting by the go-karts, discussing the pros and cons of shampooing every day as compared to every week with cleansing conditioner.

"I'm telling you Sonny, even your hair type would appreciate the new formula I pawned off M. Amy. Just running it through the cleaners every day strips it off its healthy oils."

"Well, I'll think about it; I need to talk to Rancis on how it'll interact with the flugger oil serum..."

Choko giggled because her coquettish Japanese character programming found boys discussing proper beauty styling most amusing, and got a smack upside the head by the resident DJ. Acknowledging that she deserved that, she let her friends get settled and drove into GCS. "What does anyone know about Xtreme E-Z Livin' 2?"

"Well, it's an arcade port of the same game, which is incidentally in the computer room." Skrillex-kun started counting on his fingers, eyes fixed on a faraway point. "It's the third game in its series, it runs on a popularity currency, the main goal is do whatever feels good even if it's not necessarily legal, and I think there's even a street racing mini-game."

Choko tightened her grip on the steering wheel; she was a connoisseur of all races, and that sounded like fun. "Do you think the mini-game bugged out? Because I'd gladly volunteer for fixing that mess."

Honey-chan ruffled her hair, probably grinning like the Cheshire Cat in the back seat. "The poor glitch wouldn't last a second against you." Honey-chan looked out the side of the cart, tugging on a pig tail. "But it does bring up the question of what went wrong in this game. Tails said that some guy ran out frothing at the mouth around closing time, demanding the Codebusters show up. Had to get sedated by Dr. Mario, I wish I could've seen that."

Skrillex-kun leaned forward as they entered the port for E-Z, muttering, "If it's a rabies virus infestation I'm calling in the newbies."

To their surprise, nothing was wrong graphics-wise. The sea was still blue, the pristine beach stretching on forever, and none of the buildings were pixelated Eldritch abominations. Hesitantly stepping out the cart, Choko watched Skrillex analyze the soundtrack, tilting her head as he announced that nothing was wrong there. "That's strange..." Turning towards the row of buildings, she called out, "Someone called for the Codebusters?"

A trashcan falling over was their only warning as a frenzied mob of frothing, snarling beach goes began to swarm from the doors and windows of the beach side high-rises. Mr. Waddles blasted them back with his liquorice lasers as the Codebusters piled back into the car, cookie tires squealing as they took off.

Skrillex-kun gasped, clutching his chest. "Sweet kitty flipping Havok Engine on a pixy stick, when I was joking about rabies I didn't expect this game to call me out!"

The beach was crawling with psychotic zombies, all thrashing and raving and oozing disturbing amounts of drool from wide open mouths. Choko wondered if they'd all been stung by poisonous honey bees from Sour Apple-chan's stage, but had to cut that headcanon short when a car rammed the Codemobile. "Scatter my Skittles, what's wrong with these people?!"

Honey-chan began beating the enemy zombies in the face, dodging fists filled with broken martini glasses and surfboard chunks. "Everyone in this game's been infected with a...I don't know, a rage virus or something!"

"Don't let them bite you!" Skrillex-kun tugged on his hair, dislodging the party girl trying to eat it. "That's how the disease spreads, first through blood then biting then the air!"

Choko felt her hands begin to sweat. An air-borne virus altering the mindsets of NPCs would devastate normal game play, and if this situation spilled out of E-Z, not even the expanded Codebuster core could stop it from unplugging every game in the arcade!

Mr. Waddles blasted rabid sorority girls off their hood and Choko hard-baked her resolve. She would not let this glitch hurt her friends, she was a code master darn it! In this moment, this was her only job, and she wasn't the penultimate boss for petty reasons.

"I don't know about viruses, but I do know that for each sickness there's a cure. To save this game we need to reverse engineer the virus into an antidote before the zombies go critical." Choko rammed her Codemobile into a building, bricks and glass creating a barrier against the horde. "Sonny-kun, I don't suppose you can manipulate the code matrix to do so?"

Skrillex-kun clutched his Action Replay, dark eyes glowing blue. "We're going to need a sample before I can properly dissect the virus. And it'll take a while; if I get distracted during the process I'll screw myself over, so I need total immersion."

"Then it's settled." Honey-chan cuddled Mr. Waddles close, a delicate fang popping out of her grin. "While Sonny plays Dr. Frankenstein and gets us a cure, we'll play defend the castle and keep the zombies from invading out space." Said zombies were climbing over the barrier, blank-minded rage pouring from their jerky movements. "All we need to do if find a proper castle."

Choko backed out the Codemobile, fingers dancing over her pocky dashboard. "Leave that to me. I did want to try out that mini-game after all." Ramping up a collapsed kiosk over the piling beach zombies, she shot down the boardwalk, sunlight glittering off the letters of her precious cart. Oh no, there wasn't going to be any casualties of any kind today, and these drooling excuses of proper NPCs didn't hold a candle to horrors she'd seen through.

Slamming on the brakes, she drifted into an alleyway, hitting the golden button by Mr. Waddles. The cart leaped off the ground to the roar of the engine kicking into high gear, wheels flipping sideways as the Codemobile MK II blasted into the sea salt sky. Grinning at the expressions on her friends' faces, she let her gaze drift over the high rise buildings. "So many castles, so little time..."

Honey-chan shook her head and clapped the candy racer on the back. "Find the best for the princess, china doll, because the fight's about to begin."

Honey's POV

Honey freaking loved Little Miss Choko Pockystix.

The kid was simply amazing. At the age of twelve she was already fulfilling the promises made so long ago, flying the Hovercodebile into a towering pile of rabid surfers without a hint of hesitation. Between that and her singing cheery J-Pop to the beat of dodging psychos in street cars, Honey was half ready to recode Choko into a SEGA girl.

But before she could start screwing with Tobikomi's intellectual property, they needed to get Skrillex a willing zombie and a place to do god mode in. Luckily they had a huge pool of resources to kidnap from, but Honey cracked her knuckles; it wouldn't do to have a twitchy subject, not one bit. "Choko, bring me down closer to the pools; swimmer NPCs might be more easy to handle."

"Pool party at 3 o'clock!" Choko dive bombed the rabid partiers, Skrillex whooping at the adrenaline rush. And Honey couldn't help but cheer along with him, because it was just so awesome being in a flying cart; the feeling was the stuff Chaos emeralds were made out of, all tight-fisted energy ripping through your code. She let off that energy by thrashing the thrashers in the really nice pool, snagging a sluggish zombie by the ends of his dreads. "You got a good one?"

"Nice and infected." The zombie was trying to bite Honey's hand; thank goodness for gloves. Conking the loser on his head, she hefted the now-limp body into the backseat. Handing Skrillex a hair tie, she let him get settled into data manipulation mode as Choko scoped out a proper hiding place. "Get away from the beach, that's where most of the zombies are."

Choko swerved the car out of the air and in between the buildings, the Hovercodebile lowering to the ground as the buildings became less opulent. They settled on a rather nice but woefully outdone two story townhouse, and Choko managed to soften the impact of crashing through the garage. Honey looked around the garage, the dark interior faintly lit up by Skrillex's glowing eyes. "Now we just have to camp and let Dr. Manhattan do his job."

Mr. Waddles hopped out of the car, snuffling around before finding a discarded bag of chips. While Choko admonished her pig for eating unhealthily, Honey sneaked up the stairs. It wouldn't do to have zombies appear out of nowhere and cause Skrillex to screw up his code. After the lovely experience of getting her lifeblood sheared through a foreign code matrix, she didn't dare wish that sort of pain on her vitriolic best buddy.

The upstairs was empty of life, but groaning outside the windows indicated swarms of zombies patrolling the streets for unaffected flesh to feast upon. Carefully stepping away in case she knocked something over and added to the fun, Honey heard Mr. Waddles fire lasers before her mind registered that oh yeah, there was a gaping hole in the garage.

Deciding that subtlety wasn't going to do her any good, Honey raced back down the stairs and blinked at the chaos. The cart with Skrillex and the zombie were gone, Mr. Waddles fighting against a swarm of zombies that were surrounding an unconscious Choko. One of the zombies had a boombox in his hands, chocolate splatters on the stereo matching the growing halo around Choko's head, and Honey's vision tunneled.

Hands flashing with code, she picked up a car nestled in the back of the garage and threw it at the zombies, shrieking like a Sonic fanboy locked in a Sony conference room. Even more brainless beach bunnies poured into the garage, and Honey began to dismantle the walls in her quest for more stuff to beat them with. Mr. Waddles jumped onto her head and shot them down with cherry scented death beams, and she swore to give the big a nice bubble bath for his troubles.

Eventually the last zombie went down and Honey rushed to Choko's side. The girl was stirring and clutching her head, fragmented Japanese spilling from her mouth. "It's ok Choko, just breathe, they're gone now."

"頭が痛い (Atama ga itai)..." Honey helped her up, using a discarded polish cloth to wipe away the sickly sweet-smelling blood sticking to her neck because little girls should never be bleeding melted chocolate from head wounds. "They came out of nowhere...where is Sonny-kun?"

Honey narrowed her eyes at the world beyond the garage. "They ran off with the cart; I'm sorry honey, I should've been down here to stop them."

Choko laughed, and Honey wondered if she'd have to add delirium to her concussion and scalp trauma. Straightening her posture, she held up her Action Replay. "I'm very protective of who drives my cart after the Joe Spunk incident. There's a tracker in the engine, so unless they eat the cart itself—and good luck, there's three jawbreaker polish coats—we'll be able to find them. And who knows, maybe we'll find the source of the virus itself."

She smiled like a war-battered heroine getting a second wind to kick some enemy arse, and Honey pulled her diminutive friend into a hug. Oh yes, there was a reason she loved this kid.

On foot the beach seemed to stretch beyond forever. They were forced to leave Mr. Waddles behind to follow the cart as zombies would pick out the pig before they could get to Skrillex, but they set him up in an abandoned beach house with a lovely view of that crystal clear ocean.

It was easy enough to convince the zombies to not eat them; Choko was still disorientated from meeting the business end of a boombox, and Honey's game was filled with dorky males who liked to grunt and drool in their down time, so imitating them was no hardship. Honestly, if her Sonic could see her now, making zombie noises to match her zombie shuffle, she would die of embarrassment.

Dressing for the occasion was a little harder. Promising herself that this was an emergency situation, she accessed her own data from her Action Replay and found the memory of her cat girl body in Dragon's Lair. Synching it to the game's code matrix, she regenerated herself into her cumbersome model, and immediately tore off that stupid costume for a more appropriate bikini, sarong and flip flops.

Choko was also out of place due to being a preteen in a sea of young adults, so she gently stretched her model age into a respectable sixteen, the awkward proportions helping Choko in her infected gait. Honey dressed her very conservatively in a calf-length sundress and sandals; the day she let Choko parade around like the beach bunnies searching for brains was the day she ate her Action Replay.

Holding onto Choko's elbow, she guided the confused girl down the boardwalk, and she had to admit that the summer sun on her shoulders felt wonderful. Too bad the snorting, frothing populace ruined the beach aesthetic; if they fixed the problem she was coming back for a proper vacation. Maybe she'd let this new model out for a spin, molding it into something she wasn't so exposed in.

The gentle beeps from Choko's Action Replay turned necklace led them to a huge party in a grand hotel, the place swarming like the zombie's beehive. "Stay close china doll, we're in enemy territory."

"Hnn..." Choko blinked, kicking a leg forward. "This body is weird, I don't like being so tall."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to the proportions with time. Now where is the heart of this madness..."

"Try the pool, it's always the pool."

"The concierge lady's giving me a dirty look. Not my fault I know how to fill out a bikini."

"It's true though, your sprite model is much more graceful than mine. Just look at how gangly I am!"

"Sorry hon, if I was back in your game I could fill out the model stretches better. Not to mention that puberty does that to a growing girl. Ah, the pool! Stairs or elevator?"

"Elevator's quicker but I bet they're overflowing with zombies. It'll be a slow walk to the top though..."

"Hmm...screw it, elevator it is. Skrilly needs to get out of enemy territory, and my feet are killing me."

They squeezed themselves into the elevator, pointedly ignoring the zombies drooling over them. Choko shifted closer to Honey, playing with her sundress. "But am I pretty like this? I mean, as a grown up?"

"Of course you are, why?"

"Well...you need to make sure that I'm back to normal before we go. I like to hang out with Mee Mee-chan and Roll-chan on Thursday nights, so we're going over to Roll-chan's game and I don't want Me—I-I mean her to see me in such a state after work."

Honey grinned. "You're still head over heels for Mega—"

"Hey look, this elevator has blocked off the 13th and 4th floors. I didn't know these people were concerned with superstition."

"Oh, I bet he would just love the way you look—"

"Keep your voice down, zombies don't gush over pipe dreams!"

"Aww Choko, why so serious, it's perfectly fine to—"

"Not everyone has the same luck in their love lives, Honey-chan!" With that tightly whispered snap the doors opened, letting Choko stomp into the pool party and Honey giggle behind her because she was adorable when she was mad. "Now where is Sonny-kun?"

Skrillex was still in the cart in god mode, but the cart was resting on a huge pyre next to the giant pool. The zombies were moshing to, fittingly enough, his own music as they prepared to have the most horrifying bonfire Honey had ever seen. "By the grace of Genesis, we are surrounded by psychos."

Choko pulled a handful of pocky out of her pockets, body thrumming with energy. "Well Honey-chan, we're not exactly the poster girls of decorum ourselves. Care to have a little fun at this party?"

Skrillex's POV

Skrillex was submerged in the code of this NPC. He knew everything about its stats, its personality, its morality meter and the probability of it committing crime to aid its quest for ultimate fun and pleasure.

So why, for the love of everything programmed, did he not see what was wrong with him?

"Alright, /search data log for past three hours."

Skrillex analyzed the logged memory, tracking the NPC's behavior. Everything was fine until 56:98 before closing hour, when suddenly his needs plummeted and the virus took hold. But where was the virus data? Had it rewritten its arrival in the memory logs so to hide its intrusion? Tricky bastard, trying to play Skrillex for a fool.

Shaking off mental exhaustion, /defrag NPC 452 aka Ben the Bromigo and Skrillex wondered what time it was. Usually he was in and out of god mode in little time, but sinking so far into one character had distorted his internal clock cycles. Wishing painful death upon the virus, he reanalyzed the NPC's data after the defragmentation and still nothing. He reset the code for the fifth time and still no change in the code and his behavior. Had the virus done irreparable damage?

If that was the case, then he needed to crate an antidote from the game's central programming. Sinking deeper into the code of E-X, he idly wondered if Honey and Choko were the ones making noise loud enough to register in his mind. Honey was probably teasing Choko about her crush on Megaman, nothing to worry about.

He became one with the game's lifeblood, and searched for any abnormalities. All the code boxes were flashing a healthy blue and pink, any static present was gold and caused by the Codebusters' influence, and Skrillex wanted to scream because there was no virus he could see. He'd never seen something on this caliber of subtlety; viruses loved to announce that heyo, I'm here to screw up your existence!, like in Sugar Rush and Tekken Tag 2. So why...

Aha! Skrillex brought a flickering code box close to his projected mind. /analyze code box LikeItWell. Like it well? Whatever it was, it was screaming at him that the well had not recycled and refilled after player #894 finished a game approx. 56:90 before arcade closing hours. Skrillex grinned because here was the source of the virus! It had spawned from the game not refreshing properly and infected all the NPCs and...

Wait. That wasn't a virus at work here.

Skrillex's mental eyes widened as he set simulation LikeItWell refill. There was nothing wrong with Ben the Bromigo's data when he analyzed it because there was no virus tracer keys, no data mutation, nothing that marked the presence of a virus. The simulation finished and Skrillex screamed loud and clear in his mental projection.

He resurfaced to a smoking hot brunette being flung over his head and off the roof. Roof? He was in the Codemobile MK II at what appeared to be a giant rooftop pool party, and the party goers were being beat to pulps by two girls in the middle of the fight. Mr. Waddles was shooting off strays who neared the Codemobile, and Skrillex's jaw opened. "Honey?!"

"Glad you're awake, Sonny boy!" She was a cat girl again and darn it all to the Minus World, she was really foking attractive in a red polka dot bikini and light blue sarong, especially since she was currently kneeing a pervy zombie in the crotch. "Choko, behind you!"

A cute pink haired teen in a pretty light yellow sundress turned and what the heck happened to Choko when he was down under? She cheered as she knocked back a charging group of zombies, yelling over the music—and that was HIS music playing!—with a bounce in her step, "I think I got this body model down! Oh, hello Sonny-kun! Did you create an antidote?"

Skrillex snarled, "Oh yes I did." Snapping his fingers, he refilled the LikeItWell to the brim and the zombies all froze. Color returned to their cheeks, their pupils returned to normal, and Ben the Bromigo sat up. "How are you feeling, good sir?"

"Dude, sick hairstyle! Like it!"

Suddenly the three were being showered with gold medals and coins as the former zombies turned back into vapid party bums, the viral apocalypse finished in a single line of code. Honey gaped, sputtering as she warded off lovestruck surfers, "What the heck just happened?!"

"This game runs on a popularity currency, and the code well for the ability to 'Like it' ran out. You can figure the rest out."

Honey began to turn red, arms shaking with pure rage. "So this entire time...they were just butthurt that they couldn't 'Like it"?! WHAT CHAOS IS THIS GAME MADE OF?!"

Choko petted Mr. Waddles, sitting next to Skrillex as Honey exploded. "I never did get to play that minigame. Want to go for a spin before Honey destroys the entire game, Sonny-kun?"

Skrillex grabbed a Redbull and vodka from the bar and downed it in one gulp. "Might as well, since I'm not coming back here unless I get paid."

Vanellope's POV

"And then we talked for forever about what went down in E3 2013 since it affects the console room. Mr. Litwak's nephew got a sweet deal with Nintendo for a Wii U and a bunch of games since he and his friends are buddy buddies with important people, so the console room is excited." Vanellope yawned adjusting her seat on Ralph's arm. "We need to go to Roller Coaster Tycoon, it looks like a blast."

"I dunno kid, I doubt I could fit in a normal seat." Ralph was being all self-conscious about his mammoth height, so Vanellope tugged on his ear. "Oww, you brat! Tell you what, we'll head over on Sunday and see how it goes."

"Yay!" Vanellope slid off his arm, straightening her paper cup skirt. She kind of missed her teal hoodie and stockings from Before, but these purple and white ones were of much better quality, and didn't have the bad memory of Virus-Van in their stitching. Rolling her eyes at her girly fashion moment, she looked across the room to see the Codebusters returning. "Did everything go well?"

"The zombie virus was just them freaking out over not being able to be popular." Skrillex huffed and crossed his arms. "They're all turned up now, so I'm going to go tell Mee Mee and Roll to meet Choko here for their play date."

Choko rubbed the back of her head, pouting. "Oh come on, I'm perfectly fine—"

"You're lucky we're not making you go to the infirmary, little sister!" Honey looked very upset for some reason, Ralph muttering under his breath how touchy felines can get. "Not to mention what the stretching and unstretching of your model did to that concussion I know you have!" She sighed and pulled Choko into an hug, "Just for a few days, ok? You can still race, I'm just afraid of chocolate stains for the moment."

Vanellope frowned at her hands; each Sugar Rush racer had different kinds of filling—her's was a mixture of vanilla and mint extract—and she suddenly felt the urge to hospitalize her good friend. "I agree with Honey, Miss Pockystix. You can take your friends wherever in here, but I'm grounding you from outside adventures."

"Yes, Vanellope-heika." Choko came as close to grumbling at her leader than her code allowed, and Vanellope let her team sort themselves out for the night.

Ralph was chucking into his meaty palm, and Vanellope put her hands on tiny hips. "And what's so amusing, chuckle-monkey?"

"Nothing, Baroness Blubberbutt. Just funny to see you acting like a queen and all when you're like what, eleven years old?"

"I'm more of a twelve, although it's unclear what my set age is." Vanellope tapped her bottom lip, focusing on the white licorice strings of her hoodie. "Honey said she stretched Choko's model. Does that mean aging up?"

Ralph scratched behind his head. "I dunno, you know more about code than me, Ms. Princess-President."

"Hmm...it would be possible to make us look old like Honey or even Calhoun. But we'll just be kids in bigger bodies, and that's gross." Vanellope shuddered. "Imagine if I was turned into nineteen. I don't want to be in an old decrepit body when I'm still twelve."

"Oh, and I guess I'm just ancient old fart then?"

"Yep." Vanellope shrieked as Ralph started tickling her, and how do you get away from hands so huge? "Ok, I take it back! Hah!, uncle!"

"That's what I thought." Ralph let her catch her breath, which was nice because a queen had to breathe, but then he had a thoughtful expression on his mug. "Still though, imagine you being older. Can you even get older?"

"Only if my game gets upgraded so that I'm programmed to be older. It's the feelings that count most, not just the new set of legs." Vanellope snorted to herself, imagining being tall enough to pass Ralph's waist. "That would be the right way, not just a quick code fix..." She drifted off, then rubbed her arms. "That probably won't happen though. The latest sequel to my game is Sugar Rush GP for the Wii, and they're the same age as us. I even traded boots with the Vanellope from that game."

Ralph smiled, hefting her back onto his shoulder. "Well, even if you get an old decrepit body, you'll still be my best friend."

Vanellope was glad she was above his line of sight, because her expression had morphed into a goofy grin, and she didn't want to bother him with how much she appreciated his promise

"Choko!"

"Mee Mee-chan, Roll-chan! Come on, I'm giving you the grand tour tonight!"

"I brought my camera, I wanna show the guys back home that mountains made of ice cream exist. Oh, and Rock—I mean Megaman says hi."

"O-Oh, he did?"

"Ooh, you're blushing!"

"You are mistaken, Mee Mee-chan, I'm—"

"You know, he's only 18 Choko—"

"Don't make me push you into the cola hot springs!"

頭が痛い (Atama ga itai): I have a headache. In this context it literally means my head hurts.

After I re-read my older chapters (THEY'RE SO SHORT. I AM DISAPPOINT IN PAST ME) I fell back in love with the Choko/Megaman not pairing. It's just so cute.

I felt that we needed some more Vanellope and Ralph interaction, since their relationship is so strong that when it was broken, Ralph spiraled into a three-month long depression. Luckily M. Sonic was there to make sure he didn't die of sadness, and now we have the dynamic duo of sass and height differences.

I also brought up my internal feelings about the popular "Vanellope gets an aged-up upgrade and falls for Ralph". For me, it only works if it's explicit that her mental age goes up along with her physical age, otherwise it's still "all pedo", as someone once put it. And to be honest, there would be a lot of conflicting feelings between the two; one minute they're like brother and sister, and the next they're trying to get over pseudo-incestuous feels. While I like a well done Jawbreaker, I am hesitant to write it myself because of this.

On Xtreme E-X Livin' 2, look it up online and tell me whether or not those beach bozos could handle their precious popularity function dropping off. The second one guy overreacts, the next one starts frothing at the mouth, and it's like Warm Bodies but with more violence towards young Codebusters. They should know better than to mess with Honey's loved ones.

Kitty flipping is adding ketamine and ecstasy together. Don't ask how Skrillex knows what that is.

That's it for now, I hope you enjoyed it :D