A.N. As that little crumb-snatcher Vanellope would say, SWEET MOTHER OF MONKEY MILK! Thanks to those of you who have favorited, followed, read, and reviewed so far! I greatly appreciate all of the support, especially the kind words in the reviews. I'm going to respond to the three reviews I got for chapter one, something I've never done on a chapter before. I hope it turns out:

1. Dixie Darlin: I can always count on a review from you! First of all, thanks for saying what you liked! For some reason, I find Vanellope really easy to write about. Maybe it's because I've watched the movie so many times. I just feel like I get a good sense of her character, not to mention the fact that she's SO CUTE, lol! And I'm glad you like that I chose Snowanna to be the first racer she met. I agree that it's sad the friendship doesn't last. But we haven't reached that part yet, so don't get too sad! There's still plenty of excitement to come before that! I hope this next chapter satisfies you with regards to what you think is going to happen with KC.

2. m: Thank you very much for the review! I'm glad to see you're enjoying the story so far enough to leave me that comment!

3. Windsett: Thank you as well! I can't actually remember how the idea of permits came to me, but it was something that just stuck, and the ideas that followed gave me enough that I wanted to write about it. I know that Vanellope's life before meeting Ralph is something that's been done before, so I hope I don't bore any of you with my take on it. I'd like to think it's a fresh take, but what do you guys think? I couldn't really picture anywhere specific that Vanellope would start her new life, so on the ground in the middle of nowhere it was! But not so far away that she wouldn't be able to find a race track...Her code is pretty good at leading her to anything related to racing. And I agree, being a flash does sound nicer than being a glitch. Technically, glitches are problems, and truly, who could ever consider that cute little trouble-maker a problem that needed to be gotten rid of? (Other than KC of course.)

Anyway, now that that's finished, I hope you enjoy the second chapter of A Different Kind of Different, and remember, I don't own Wreck-it-Ralph! Also, please review and let me know if you like this story! I don't want to write things you all don't like!

Chapter 2: Turn for the Worse

It took less time than Vanellope had anticipated for her to reach the long, windy road that led up to the white palace that held the keys to the rest of her life. She stared in awe at the thin, spindly towers that stretched to the sky and the humongous arch by the just-as-tall front doors. The entire building gave off the strong scent of white chocolate and granulated sugar, and Vanellope relished it as the wind carried it in her direction. "Sweet mother of monkey milk!" she exclaimed again, her excitement only increasing now that she was so close. Even though she was tired from running the entire way there, she managed to pick up her feet and dash to the front doors. But before she grabbed hold of the round knocker attached to one of the doors, she looked down at her apparel. She was clad in a mint green hoodie, a layered brown skirt, striped leggings in the colors of white, purple, and the same mint green as her sweater, and a pair of clunky black boots. Her hand moved up to run through her hair on its own accord, and she could feel all the random bits and pieces of candy littered in it. Was she really ready to face a king, a man of royalty, looking like this?

"It's not like I have a choice," she finally told herself. "As far as you know, this is all you own, so it'll have to do. Stop acting like a marshmallow and just knock on the door already!"

So before she could stop herself again, she lifted the knocker and struck it against the door three times in a row. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

A couple of minutes passed before the door creaked open, and a man's voice droned out, "Mmmmyes?" But Vanellope couldn't see anybody.

The voice had come from beneath her, so she looked down to find a neon green candy ball with a bored expression plain on his face. He was looking up at her as though he wanted to say, "What do you want? Get on with it," and Vanellope had a feeling that the little ball was a servant to the king, not the king himself.

"I need to see King Candy." The sentence was not a question, it was a statement. Vanellope was in no mood to ask if she could or if that moment was a bad time. She wanted to get her permit as quickly as possible so she could make her cart and just start racing. Racing, racing, racing. It was the only thing on her mind. Everything else she thought about ended up coming back to it. It was what her life was revolving around.

The green ball looked at her for a moment, and then motioned for her to enter the castle. She obeyed immediately, and the instant she stepped inside, her breath was taken away.

The first thing she noticed was that the walls were pink. In fact, everything was pink, from the columns holding up the building, to the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Even the space for the throne at the end of the hallway was the color of bubble gum. "Is there a queen or a princess living with this king guy?" Vanellope found herself asking the little green ball.

He turned, giving her a deep frown as he responded. "No. Why would you ask such a ridiculous question?"

"Well it's just…this is a lot of pink."

The ball's frown deepened even more as he spoke again, his voice still a dull, emotionless drone. "King Candy just happens to like the color. But don't call it pink around him. He prefers the term, 'salmon.'"

That sounded utterly ridiculous to Vanellope, since it was clear in her mind that she was not surrounded by the color of a fish, she was surrounded by a huge amount of feminine pink. But before she could voice her opinion and call the ball something both insulting and funny that she hadn't thought up just yet, the ball spoke once more. "Stay here. I'll get King Candy." Then, he vanished behind a curtain, leaving Vanellope all alone in the hall.

It didn't take long for her to get bored, so she began wandering around, inspecting every inch of her surroundings. Even though it looked like a child had used chewed up pink bubble gum to paint the room, she had to admit, the layout was nice. The most impressive part though, was the place where it looked a throne was supposed to be. She could see the arms of a chair, and the back of one, standing tall and covered in comfortable material. But the legs and the place one would actually set one's butt to sit simply did not exist, and the distance between the two chair arms led Vanellope to think that it looked like a parking spot.

Glancing around to make sure nobody was around, she walked down the shimmery magenta carpet and past the fancy gate that circled the spot she was looking at. She climbed the slight slope up to the top, and then turned around so she was facing the doorway. Letting out a deep sigh, she leaned against the chair back and rested her arms on the chair arms on either side of her. A flash ran through her body, the first in about five minutes, and she giggled a little bit as she felt it happen. She didn't know how to explain it, but for some reason, she felt comfortable standing in this spot. For some strange, unexplainable reason, it felt like…home.

Before she could get too comfy, she heard a loud tune blaring and coming closer at an alarming rate. Not wanting to get caught, she flashed out of the throne space, past the loopy gate, and back where the green ball had left her. Putting on an innocent face, she watched as a door that looked like the top half of an egg flew up and a cart flew out. It was the cart that was creating the tune, and as Vanellope watched, she realized it must have been coming from the three horns sitting one on top of the other at the very front of the cart. It spun around Vanellope a couple of times before backing up the slope and into the throne space. She had been right; the space did act as a parking space. Vanellope kept her eyes trained on it as the driver turned off the engine and leaped up on top of the hood of the royal vehicle. He then leaped down onto the ground and proceeded to walk forward until he was standing at a comfortable distance away from Vanellope.

Vanellope would have been lying if she'd said she'd expected King Candy to look the way he did. She certainly had not expected to be staring at an older balding man with a gigantic perfectly round nose and a ring of grey hair around his head. She hadn't expected him to be wearing a purple tailcoat, a big red bow-tie, and an even bigger, pair of puffy golden pants. She hadn't expected him to have round gumdrops at the end of his shoes that jingled and jangled when he walked. And while she had expected to see him wearing a crown, she hadn't expected to see it sitting so lop-sided on his head.

"Hoo hoo hoo!" King Candy let out an eccentric, high-pitched laugh, not noticing the way Vanellope was staring at him. He grabbed Vanellope's hand and shook it as hard as he could, up and down, until Vanellope was sure that her own arm would fall off. "Why hello there little girl! Have some candy!" He reached into his pocket and practically threw the candy at Vanellope. She managed to catch a couple of pieces, but most of it fell to the floor around her.

"Um…thanks," she responded, not sure what to make of the overly cheery man in front of her who spoke with what she noticed was a definite lisp. Now that she was standing in front of him, she felt herself at a complete loss for words. She wasn't even sure if she should try bowing or showing some sign of respect.

King Candy didn't seem to notice her dilemna. Instead, he continued to speak to her in his hyper way. "I'm sure Sour Bill told you that I'm King Candy. Now who are you?"

"V..Vanellope," Vanellope finally answered, trying not to stutter as she spoke. "Vanellope von Schweetz."

King Candy repeated her name and then jumped up in the air, wiggling his toes as he did so with excitement. "What a lovely name! Just what can I do for you Vanellope?"

Suddenly Vanellope remembered what she'd come there for, the reason she was standing in front of King Candy. "Well, I want to get a permit to go into the bakery so I can make myself a cart and become a racer."

Was it her imagination, or did her statement cause King Candy to freeze for a moment? Had his smile just suddenly flickered, as though it had wanted to change, but he'd forced it to stay in place? Was there something hidden behind those chocolate brown eyes that were staring at her so intently? Vanellope got a sudden feeling that perhaps King Candy was afraid of her. But the idea was quickly dashed away when he let out a laugh, said, "Wonderful!" and pulled out a sheet of paper much like the one Snowanna had showed her from his tailcoat pocket along with a pen.

"I'll have to ask you some questions and get some information before I can give this to you," he warned her, and Vanellope nodded. She knew she couldn't remember a lot, but she would do her best. Perhaps the answers to his questions would simply come to her, the way her name had earlier.

The first question he asked her was what her name was, and she gave it to him. After writing her answer down, King Candy then proceeded to write down her hair and eye color, her height, her weight, and also a date, which she assumed was the date the game had been plugged in, which would be considered her birthday. He then asked her which of the following she considered herself to be: slow and steady, easy going and used to moving at a moderate speed or someone who enjoyed being fast and furious. It took a little bit of thinking before she finally settled with fast and furious. King Candy also asked her if she considered herself to be reckless, to which she sheepishly answered, "Yes." It wasn't something she was necessarily proud of, but she wasn't good at thinking before acting. She tended to react without using her head. All of the thinking came later.

Each question helped Vanellope to remember more about herself, but for the life of her she still couldn't remember anything about her past. The very last thing she could remember was waking up that morning. It was a little bit bothersome, but she figured it must not have been important enough to remember, so she focussed on getting the answers to King Candy's questions, and nothing else.

Finally King Candy looked at Vanellope and said, "Alright, this is the last question Vanellope, and it's the most important one of all. Do you have any disabilities or medical code problems that would make it unsafe for you to drive?"

"Nope!" Vanellope declared proudly, shaking her head vigorously from side to side. She was a hundred percent sure that memory loss wasn't going to impair her driving abilities, and other than that, she was perfectly fine. She didn't need to wear glasses, she wasn't missing any body parts, and as far as she knew, her brain was functioning perfectly. "I'm perfectly healthy!"

Just as she spoke those words, in her excited state, she allowed a flash to quickly fly through her body. The tingling feeling combined with her enthusiasm caused her to giggle. But when her eyesight returned and she saw King Candy again, the look on his face made her stop in mid-laugh.

King Candy's eyes had darkened significantly, and his bushy grey eyebrows had narrowed. The horrible frown on his face made Vanellope shiver, and because she was so startled, she flashed once more.

"What's the matter? I didn't mean to offend you," she exclaimed, puzzlement overwhelming her. She hadn't said anything rude or insulting, or made any sort of bad movements or gestures. As far as she could tell, all she'd done was flashed.

"So, you say you're perfectly healthy," King Candy spoke calmly, but it sounded to Vanellope like a dangerous sort of calm, as though he was holding in all of his bad emotions. And just like that, he snapped. "Well, what do you have to say about THIS?" Fury evident on his face, he gave Vanellope's chest a vicious poke, and at the sudden contact, she stumbled backwards and once again flickered. It was obvious that the flashing was what King Candy was referring to now.

"That's just my flash!" she exclaimed, defence thick in her tone. Her stomach contents started rising up into her esophagus again, and this time the reason behind it was not good. "I don't know exactly how I got it or what it is, but I know enough to say that it's not a disability. And if it turns out to be a code problem, I don't think it's going to affect my driving. If necessary, I'll try to figure out how to control it. But so far it hasn't caused any problems! It's actually kind of cool!"

She would have continued speaking, but King Candy cut her off before she could. "Well, thank you very much for stopping by Vanellope, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to deny your request to get a permit."

Snowanna's words of encouragement echoed in Vanellope's brain, and she couldn't stop herself from protesting. "What? But why?"

"Because, my dear, that is no flash. It is a disability." King Candy stated, the frown never leaving his face.

Vanellope returned the frown, but hers was more out of confusion than anything else. "It is? What, is it pixlexia or something?" Her clever word-creating caused a smirk to start to grow on her face, but she quickly hid it away as King Candy spoke again, his voice dead serious.

"No Vanellope. It is a glitch. YOU are a glitch. And glitches are not allowed to race in my game."

Glitch. The word came out of his mouth like it was a filthy, old piece of candy, and Vanellope suddenly felt anger beginning to boil inside of her like hot cola. The word seemed to be one that should have been able to be used in casual conversation, but the way King Candy said it, she got the feeling that it had been created to be an insult. And she really did not like the idea of being insulted.

"But that…that's prejudice! You're denying me from racing just because what you call my 'disability'! That's not fair!" she argued, and to make matters worse, she flashed yet again. Flash. It was a flash. She refused to change her wording and call it 'glitching.' She would not stoop so low as to call herself a term that was being used in such a derogatory fashion. And she would not give up. She couldn't. Beneath all the anger she was feeling, her desire continued to burn. It was the one thing that was clear in her confused state.

She made it quite clear to King Candy that she was not about to stand down, and he tried to console her. However, as he put up his hands to adjust his bowtie, the lisped words he spoke did a pitiful job. "I'm sorry my dear, but glitches are not meant to exist in a game. Therefore, I have to ban them from doing what they would like."

"No, that's not true! I am meant to be here, and I am meant to race! I can feel it in my code!" Now Vanellope was screaming, her face twisted with her fury. Her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails pierced the skin of her palms, drawing blood, but she was too enraged to notice. The only thing she was focussing on was King Candy.

The king took a deep breath before speaking again. His tone now seemed impatient, as if he wanted Vanellope to drop the subject. Little did he know that Vanellope had no intention of doing any such thing."My dear, if we were to take a look at your code right now, I guarantee you that it would simply be a box with sparking snapped wires. Now, you'd better go on home."

He obviously felt like the discussion was over, and turned to walk to his cart so he could leave. Before she could process the thought, Vanellope had grabbed hold of his shoulder and used all of her strength to turn him around so he was again facing her. Then, she used her other hand to grab the front of his shirt so she could pull his face so close to hers that their noses were almost touching. A blue flash ran through her body, and for a moment, she thought she could see a little bit of red in front of her as well, something that hadn't happened before. But then the flashing had stopped, and Vanellope was too angry to think about what she'd seen. Instead, she simply wanted to get her point across.

"You listen to me Captain Crazy-Pants," she hissed, her voice low in her throat. "I did not come all this way just to be denied the one thing I know I was born to do! You'd better give me a permit or I'm gonna make you wish you had!"

"Is that a threat?" The frown was back on King Candy's face, and now he too was shouting at the top of his lungs. "You dare to threaten your king?!"

That was all Vanellope needed to hear in order for her to make the most reckless decision she'd ever made in her life. Pushing King Candy away from her again, she shouted the fateful words that would change her life forever: "You may be a king, but that doesn't mean you're the boss of me! And you can't stop me from racing! I'll get a cart, and I'll race and cross that finish line, even if I have to break into the bakery and do everything by myself!"

"Guards! Seize her!"

At King Candy's command, two donuts wearing sunglasses and a large crowd of Oreo cookies holding spears burst through the front door. The donuts were in the very front as they all started running toward Vanellope, who gasped with fear. Before they could grab her though, she flashed, and suddenly she found herself dangling from one of the chandeliers. "Whoaaa!" she squealed, losing her grip and falling with a THUMP in front of the guards.

"Don't let her touch you! She's a glitch!" King Candy burst out. "If she touches you, she'll transfer her glitching powers to you, and you don't want that!"

The donuts stopped, looked at each other with confusion, then turned to stare at King Candy. "How are we supposed to seize her if we can't touch her?"

"I don't care! Use some rope or chains if you have any. But hurry!" King Candy hollered, his face turning red as a cherry and his eyes bulging out. "Before she gets away!"

But when he tilted his head down to stare at Vanellope, she had vanished. "Where did she go?!" King Candy screeched, panic evident in his tone. "Find her! FIND HER! SHE CAN'T BE ALLOWED TO GET AWAY!"

The sound of the front door slamming shut behind them made the guards and the donut policemen turn around. With the little time she had been given, Vanellope had somehow managed to flash behind them all and take off, panting like a dog as she ran. Even though she was no longer inside the castle, she could hear King Candy's cry of frustration as she fled, no longer having any desire to be anywhere near the building.

"Gotta hide, gotta hide, gotta hide!" she told herself as she ran, her head flying from side to side frantically. "Come on! There must be somewhere!" Now that the anger had vanished, sheer terror was taking its place. She could hear motors in the distance, and she knew that the food using those motors was searching for her.

Eventually she passed the place where she'd woken up, and headed in the direction of the mountain she'd seen that was shaped like a bottle of pop. As she neared the mountain, she grew more and more frantic. There really wasn't much for hiding places in the terrain she was tearing through. But she had no plans on giving up. There was no way she was going to allow herself to be seized and taken who-knew-where. There was no telling what King Candy would do to her after the little escapade, and especially not after what she'd told him. But she knew that she could never take her words back. She had meant every syllable.

Just when she was starting to feel despair and hopelessness creeping into her system, she noticed something peculiar by the soda pop bottle mountain. She had no idea why she noticed it, especially in her state of panic, but nevertheless, she moved closer to investigate.

All around the volcano grew lollipops, some of which were quite small, and others which seemed to reach for the sky. All were colourful. All were full of sugar.

Except for the two Vanellope was staring at.

The two sugar-free lollipops were growing at an angle, and their tops were crossing each other, forming what looked like an arch above a section of the wall. Where she stood was a dead end. If the baked goods with the motors saw her, it would be game over. But she had to rest. She couldn't run anymore. Also, her curiuosity about the sugar-free treats in front of her was beginning to grow.

Panting and trying to catch her breath, Vanellope placed a hand on the solid chocolate wall.

And that's when she lost her balance and tumbled through the wall and onto the ground inside the mountain.

A.N. With that, I leave you with a cliffhanger and a plea: PLEASE review, you guys! I'm not sure when Chapter 3 will be up, but I'll try to be speedy-quick. Thanks again a lot you guys! Stay sweet!