I've chosen to let King Candy carry the lisp but not Turbo. Words King Candy lisps are italicized so you know they aren't spelling errors.

Victim 10: Racer in a Blanket

Much like King Candy making his puns, Turbo seems to enjoy making food-related jokes while he catches us. Like syruping and sprinkling Mallow, for example. Same old cheesy attitude pun-wise.

It's just far more lethal now.

My next subject of rule-making study was Jubileena Bing-Bing. Like many of us, she was all alone in the candy cane forest. Nobody was around to help her.

And nobody was there to save her from Turbo…

.o.o.o.o.

"Snowanna! Adorabeezle!" Jubileena cried. "Where are you guys?"

The redhead racer wandered between the thick candy cane trees, hands cupped over her mouth to better carry her voice. After Vanellope was eaten, she had run for her life. Regrettably, she hadn't tried to locate Snowanna or Adorabeezle first. Now she was on her own.

The worst possible horror scenario imaginable…

Stop it, Jubileena! This isn't a scary movie! This is reality! And you could very well get deleted in here, she thought, trying to quell her terror. Think rationally. There must be a way out. A glitch or something in Turbo's trap. There's gotta be one! There always is!

Sadly, Jubileena had no idea where she was. She had just bolted in a random direction. Her sense of direction was completely destroyed by the never-ending stretch of candy cane trees in every direction around her. There was nothing to break up the monotony!

It was too much for her to take all at once.

"SNOWANNA! ADORABEEZLE! ANYONE! HELP!"

Her screams echoed through the striped trees, disappearing into the distance. There was no reply. Just the echoes of her own voice.

Jubileena fell to her knees, crying. I'm never getting out of here! I'm going to die!

"Oh, you poor, poor thing! Who in the world did thith to you? My poor darling racer…"

King Candy?! Jubileena thought, head snapping up.

Nobody was there.

"Hello? King Candy?" she dared to call.

The sugary monarch's voice came from nowhere. "Here, Jubileena! Over here! Oh, my poor thweet gumdrop! Who could pothibly do thith to you?"

It's a lie! You know King Candy isn't real! He was fake! Something Turbo made up to trick us! the rational part of Jubileena shrieked.

Regardless, the redhead got up and followed the voice. Something about that sugary-sweet voice brought up hope. King Candy wouldn't hurt her. He'd never hurt anyone. Turbo was the bad one! King Candy was innocent!

Stop it! They're the same person! You know this! the rational part cried.

She wasn't sure how long she ran for. King Candy's voice was definitely getting closer and louder, though. When she finally stopped for a breather, he had stopped talking completely. She looked around in a panic.

"King Candy? Please come out! Turbo's here and he ate Vanellope and if he catches you, he'll eat you too and I don't want you to get eaten because—"

"Thilly little girl," King Candy giggled from right behind her. "I thought you knew thith. Everything mutht eat, even hungry cybridth. You thould've never followed me here, my thweet little gumdrop."

Jubileena froze, suddenly terrified. Hot breath blasted her from behind. Slowly turning, her red eyes widened in fear.

Turbo was dangling upside-down from a branch high above, powerful insect legs supporting his weight. Twin tails wagged merrily about. Turbo's face was upside-down, making his razor-sharp grin even worse.

"What'th the matter, dear?" Turbo asked, perfectly mimicking King Candy's voice and lisp. "Peep got your tongue?"

Jubileena screamed, bolting. She dashed back the way she came, running as fast as her legs would carry her. Loud crashing signaled that Turbo was in pursuit. That just made Jubileena run all the faster.

The hill came faster that she could react…

One minute, she was running. The next, she was rolling. Candy grass and chocolate soil stuck to her jacket and legs are she rolled. Then it was suddenly gone, replaced by smooth slippery ground. Something sticky clung to her back, causing the ground to wrap around her. It got tighter with each roll, like it was trying to suffocate her.

The rolling suddenly came to a startling stop. Jubileena groaned, feeling sick. She rested her forehead against the ground, willing her stomach to stop churning. After a moment, it settled.

"Thank mod," she whispered.

"Might be a bit too late to be thanking them," a voice snickered darkly above her.

Jubileena froze before she felt the ground wrapped around her—and thus Jubileema herself—being plucked up from the ground. Suddenly being pulled into a straightened position, she reared back in terror when she found herself face-to-face with Turbo. Unable to move thanks to the ground being wrapped tightly around her, all she could do was pull her head back an inch or two.

"What'th wrong, gumdrop? Thcared?" Turbo asked in King Candy's voice, a cruel grin crossing his face. He stroked her hair with a clawed finger. "Don't be thcared of me, thweetheart. You thouldn't be thcared of your ruler, right?"

"Y-you're not our r-ruler," Jubileena stuttered. "V-Vanellope is!"

"I thought the wath your prethident, ahoohoo~!" Turbo corrected playfully, pulling one of King Candy's goofy faces.

"S-she is!" Jubileena said, trying to be brave. "Y-you died! Y-you're not our leader anymore!"

"But she's dead now," Turbo pointed out, dropping the façade of King Candy. "I ate her. She's deleted."

"N-not forever!" Jubileena countered.

"You don't know that. For all you know, everything I eat is permanently deleted," Turbo taunted, grinning. "You haven't seen or heard the glitch since she became dinner a while ago, have you?"

"…N-no," Jubileena admitted.

That's when Jubileena realized what was around her. It was a Fruit Roll-Up. She was completely encased in it, the fruit wrap extended far beyond her feet. It was wrapped so tight that she couldn't move at all.

"I guess you'd be a racer in a blanket," Turbo chuckled. "Get it? Pigs in a blanket, racers in a blanket. Eh?"

Jubileena wiggled in the fruit wrap, trying to get loose. The sticky candy clung to her clothes, further entrapping her. There was no escape from this…

"Trying to escape? I don't think so," Turbo said, grinning toothily.

She was suddenly lifted high up. Teeth snapped shut inches from her feet, causing her to scream. Turbo pulled back, happily munching on the empty chunk of Fruit Roll-Up he had torn off. Once he swallowed that, he lowered Jubileena to eye-level again.

"Cherry pie seems like a good snack to have right about now. Maybe I'll visit my pits to see if I caught anything else after this," Turbo commented idly.

"Please don't do this! King Candy, please!" Jubileena wailed.

"Kiddo, I don't think you understand. King Candy doesn't exist. I made him up to fool you stupid kids. And you fell for it. That disguise worked perfectly." Turbo laughed. "It was turbo-tastic, really! You actually thought I cared about your worthless codes! I only kept you around so the game didn't get unplugged! Didn't want to have to game-jump again, you know?"

Jubileena lowered her head sadly, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Y… Y-you really did lie to us?"

"Yep," Turbo nodded, smirking. "You runts were just there as insurance. I didn't actually care. Not really, anyway."

"It was all…a lie?" Jubileena squeaked.

"Yep," Turbo said, lifting her up above his mouth. "None of it was true. I was just messing with you guys. And how easy to mess with, you were."

Jubileena never even got to cry out before she was plunged into darkness, sharp yellow fangs snapping shut behind her. It was a quick trip down his throat. The salt of her tears complimented her cherry-sweet flavor well.

Turbo licked his lips, satisfied. "Stupid kid," he chuckled. "I've never cared about anything but myself before. Why would I start now?"

He scuttled away into the trees, searching out his next prey item…

.o.o.o.o.

Well, that was a new trick. I think this calls for two rules in my survival guide!

Rules of Survival #8: If you hear a familiar voice that you know for certain is dead or never existed (King Candy), DON'T follow it. Run the other way, if anything.

Rules of Survival #9: Beware of rolling down hills. Fruit Roll-Up can prove to be hazardous if you're on the run.

This is Pepper Swirlminta, signing out!