The deadly creatures known as cybugs had been eliminated long ago.

A wide, oval-ish body equipped with large fangs, quick legs, and an appetite that could be likely to push any game rather than its own to its undoing, Sugar Rush had been no match for the beasts.

Of course, as the now familiar story was told, the cybugs had one weakness. It had taken the wits of the President and her sidekick, Wreck-it Raph, to think of a plan and go with it.

Diet Cola Mountain was a rarely noticed part of the land, yet it had ended up being their only hope. After plummeting straight into it and shattering the layers of mentos above it, Ralph was saved by the President just as an explosion of light shot into the sky, ultimately forming a beacon.

The bugs became transfixed and flew to their doom, not giving a care in the world except to follow their calling. One by one, gone.

Even...their King.

Oh, he had put up quit a fight, all right. But in the end, it just wasn't enough. His own schemes, plots, and past had come back to get him, to seek revenge on the wrong he had done and put an end to any future harm

In a second, with a short *POP* he had been finished in a non-too theatrical way. The problems of the racing game had ended, along with the nutbar who had started them.

"Orr so ThEy thOuught..."

The thoughtful voice startled a marshmellow rabbit, who instantly began to scamper out of the candy-cane woods and to a nearby field.

However, before it could barely twitch a limb, a curled claw slammed down into its back and speared it through. A last shiver was all it could muster before it was shredded to pieces. It's body quickly became a meal for the creature looming above.

Every Cybugs who flew into their beacon died. It was their programming to die.

However, this thing was not a cybug. Well, not completely one anyway. More like a bit of mixed coding.

Protected by the night, a miserable creature had managed to drag itself out of the steaming volcano and across the land, into the candy cane forest only a little bit ago. Unlike one of the normal 'bugs', it had a long body and neck, accompanied as well with an actual head.

The head was no more pleasing to look at then the rest of its mangled, burnt body. Grey skin, accompanied by dim, yellow eyes which flickered uncontrollably and a cracked helmet hid the rest. Just the faint tracing of a red 'T' which curled from the fore-head of it to the top was visible.

A thin-lipped frown faced the bit of Sugar Rush's castle that was showing. Anyone from far and wide by this time would have squirmed uncomfortably in their seat at this description; It only fit one person. Turbo.

After a moment, the creature yanked up his legs and continued on. Most of the time he ate the landscape, but sometimes it felt good to hunt something down. It felt...powerful. Like he hadn't been reduced to scum...

"ThEy'lL ssEe..." He mused, "I'm NoT fiNisheed YET!" What, did they think he'd just let himself die? No, they were insane. He wasn't about to just randomly crawl around scrounging for survival until the end of his days or worse. He had a plan...but only if his presumptions were correct.

If not... he shook his head in anger. They would have to! It made complete sense and he was a code master.

"BUt whEree?" He coughed and snarled at himself. He had to get this voice under control.

After observing his surroundings for a moment, he sighed and shut his eyes. A flicker of blue binary swirled around his face. However, it was not his own. His brow furrowed as he concentrated harder, and then slowly a broad, yellow grin spread up his face, "Oh, mYY, you'Re a TricKy ooNe aren'T youu?"

As his eyes snapped open the binary vanished. He skittered forward, rejuvenated, and headed deeper into the woods, searching out something unseen.

He soon slowed his pace and peered around cautiously. He was quite certain of himself now...but where?-

A dark cavern dug deep into the ground stood before him and he twiddled his fingers together happily, "I've FOund yOuu..."

At the sound, something inside jumped. Then, a pair of wide, bright eyes appeared and stared out at him. they trembled lightly as he smirked and waved, "HaPPy to sEE mEe?"

The dry, shivery reply came, "H-hardly...stay away from m-me..."

"Noo nEed to be FrighTened, noW...I have a PrepOsitIon. I woN't hurt You...aS loNg as yOu ListEn."

The eyes moved into the light, revealing the face which surrounded it. It seemed almost as if she were the female version of King Candy, "I-i'm listening..."

"GoOd deCision. YOu know wHy you'Re here, so i'LL cut to the chAse. We bOth waNT the sAme thINg; ReVenge. I have a plAn. If yOu reFuse to heLP...I'll eAt you. You'Re deciSion?"

She nodded, scowling at him.

It had been a year since Sugar Rush had been active.

So far, everything had gone great. Like rainbows and butterflies. Each day, the king and his daughter, Vanellope, stepped out the door and onto the track. They were gone for the most of the day and returned, hand in hand, laughing about some joke that had arrived to their ears.

Each day as well, a lonely Queen sat in her chamber, clicking her needles together and watching the races out the window, waiting, and waiting. Waiting for her family to return.

She had a lot of time to think. In fact, just about anything that could be thought had entered and exited her mind, then re-entered. It was constant wash, rinse, and repeat.

And even when they did return, she watched during dinner as they talked and laughed and stayed silent herself. Only speaking when she was spoken to. She wondered why she couldn't race, why she couldn't enjoy a next victory, why she had to be alone all the time. It just wasn't fair.

She had questioned this once, "Why can't I just go out and race with you guys?"

While Vanellope had left the question to her father, King Candy had choked on his drink, "W-why?..."" He smiled at her until her frown forced the same look on his own face, "Uh, well, y'see..." He coughed, "You...are..." He suddenly smiled, "...an unlock-able player, my dear! Why, in no time at all, you'll be unlocked after one of our victories and you'll be played!" He beamed convincingly at her.

A hopeful smile flickered across her face, "...Really?"

"Of course! I'd never lie to you!" Only when she looked away did he nervously tug at his collar.