This one is super short guys, my apologies. And Turbo doesn't make an appearance even though he is of course mentioned.
Save Me from My Dark Side
Chapter Twenty-Four
Turbo hadn't been kidding about having someone chaperone Rosie at every given second of the day. After all, he felt it was his job to protect her and the only way he could do that while still stuck in Sugar Rush (Rosie insisted he wasn't getting out of his two-weeks a few days early) was to have someone else do it for him. Calhoun thought it was rather humorous when she whined about how eighteen-year-olds shouldn't need babysitters, though the sergeant had been forced to be reigned in by Felix when she first heard the news of the "incident", having wanted to march out there and kill the son of a bitch responsible.
"Oh, likes to beat up on women, does he? He wants to play rough, I'LL give him rough! If he ever crosses me, he'll be begging to be locked in a room full of Cy-Bugs instead!"
Thank goodness Felix has her just as wrapped around his finger as she does him, or else she might would have followed through with her threats.
Even Slim Jim from Harley Davidson and the Wild West Riders got in on the act. Not the babysitting aspect of it, but the keeping an eye on Officer Bob part of it. Whoever reckoned a posse of rough-and-tumble biker cowboys would get so riled up over someone hurtin' that sweet lil' ma'am. Of course they didn't know the details; all anyone really knew was that she'd gotten beat up but that was enough to make anyone upset. Even the kids were mad and they sure didn't know any details, saying that whoever did it deserved a good swift kick to the gumballs.
As with any news, this one traveled fast and everyone was casting wary glances in Bob's direction when they passed by him lounging about in Game Central Station.
"Maybe we've been worrying about the wrong guy this whole time," people started saying amongst themselves.
"Yeah, ol' Turbo hasn't caused any trouble at all since he came back, now that I think of it."
"We probably were a bit hard on him. Those cute little Sugar Rush kids don't ever have anything bad to say about him, and they're the ones he did wrong to."
"Pretty low going after a guy's wife like that. And he calls himself a police officer."
Bob was not pleased at this turn of events, no sir. In his eyes, he had done nothing but sent a loud-and-clear message to a notorious criminal that he better watch his back or else he find a knife in it.
"What's wrong with these idiots?" he growled lowly at one point, sitting with both Candy and Freddy. "Don't they realize that I'm the normal one here, that I am the upholder of justice? I can't believe these people!"
"Might have something to do with you going after a little teenage girl," Candy dared mutter under her breath as she sat next to her hippie friend.
Bob scowled at her and stood up to tower over where she still sat. "You insubordinate little whore, don't you dare talk back to me!"
The busty brunette surprised him when she gave him a dirty glare of her own, standing up from her seat to look him right in the eye. "No, don't you dare talk back to me!"
The ginger mustachioed officer was more than shocked at this sudden show of bold defense, as was Freddy, and he could do nothing more than stare at her with a reddened face with his mouth angrily opening and closing like a fish's. How dare she disobey him, who the hell did she think she was?
"You bastard, I've had it with you and your holier-than-thou shit!" Candy kept on, secretly frightened of her own attitude. "I went along with you when this whole Turbo thing got started last week but you're taking things way too far now! You're worse than he ever was!"
With that she reared back and slapped his face so hard that it left a red mark on his cheek. "That's for all the years of shit I put up with you."
She stormed off, her heels clacking against the tile floor as she did so. Bob put a hand to his burning cheek to try and soothe it, turning his head to glare daringly at Freddy, only to find a large fist being thrown in his face. The cop flew backwards and landed on his back, his head spinning from the punch but he could hear his last remaining ally telling him,
"She's right, Bob, you've gotten waaaay too out of control. Lighten up already, man.
Bob recomposed himself and returned to his usual irate behavior, slowly standing back up from his position on the floor. He could only watch as the large drugged-out hippie walked off after Candy. He spat in their general direction and began screaming,
"Fine! Be that way! You dumbasses won't last a day without me! You'll come back when you realize that I'm the only friend you have! Bastards!"
He angrily plopped back down on his bench, grimacing coldly at whoever dared to look at him and causing a few people to shrink back a few feet as they had to pass him. How was this possible, how they could possibly be siding against him? He was a police officer, defender of justice, upholder of the law, they should be obeying him! They should be on his side, not the enemy's! What kind of society had this turned into?
"Fools, every damn one of them are fools," he muttered under his breath as he continued to fume. "I'll show them, I'll show all of them. I know what's best for this place and I'll be damned if I sit back and watch it go down the gutter."
Rosie stepped out the front door of her house to get some fresh air...and maybe escape the constant babble that Summer and Raven were filling her ears with while they sat in her den. When the redhead stepped one foot onto her porch however, she realized that she had quite the company in her yard. Caught off guard, she shrank back to the door with a wide-eyed look on her face. It was the remaining thirteen criminals from A.P.B., most of whom lived in East Niceland as well but not on the same end of the village as she and Turbo lived (their house was more off to the side away from everyone, on the right hand side of the console).
"We ain't here to no start trouble, Rosie," drawled a short hunched-over redneck with beady eyes and an exaggerated pointed chin named Sid Sniper, pushing the edge of his blue beanie cap up from over his eyes. "We come to apologize about whatever wrong ol' Bobby done to ya."
Juan Fingers used one hand to smooth out the side of his poofy black mohawk with a comb and the other hand to tap the ashes from his cigarette butt. "And ta say we had nothin' ta do with it. Candy and Freddy's really the only ones that even hang out with 'im these days."
Cool Hand Duke kept his hands in his red jacket pockets, gazing out calmly through his black sunglasses. "Mm-hmmm," was all he muttered in agreement, being a man of very few words.
They all issued an apology, from the always incinerated-appearing Bernie Gasman to three-eyed Buzz Geiger to drunkard Dick Slob, though it was hard to tell who said what because they all said it at the same time. Summer and Raven peeked out above Rosie's shoulder to see what the deal was and Summer grabbed Rosie by the shoulder to whisper in her ear,
"Don't let those tattooed freaks near you! You might catch something!"
Rosie turned her head at the curly-haired blonde and shrugged her off. "They didn't do anything to me, they're fine."
She turned her attention back to the group, which consisted of a variety of oddly designed men. "Thanks, guys, that's real sweet of you, but you really didn't have to apologize for something you didn't do."
"Well, we felt obligated since he's our colleague," Juan mentioned, still fussing with his hair.
The redhead smiled in appreciation and ended up offering everyone root beer. There wasn't quite enough room in the house for all of them so they just all hung out in the yard. Summer and Raven pointedly opted to stay inside where they didn't have to associate with riff-raff. After a while, Candy and Freddy showed up, both looking antsy being around their former buddies and issued their own apologies as well, with the former prostitute even giving Rosie a tearful hug.
All was well and forgiven.
If anyone's curious as to what all the A.P.B. criminals look like, just google/bing/whatever "a.p.b. arcade game" and go to the arcade - history . com link and scroll down (might be on the second results page if not the first). They're pretty goofy looking! lol
Also, I've shown this to a few people but if anyone else cares to see what Rosie looks like, I made her up on a character creator program and stuck it on my deviantart page. Just scroll to the bottom of my profile page on and the link is at the very bottom.