After all was said and done, the game reset and everything put back in its proper order, something still remained that didn't belong. A matching set of somethings to be more accurate.
The fungeon went unexplored ever since the day Ralph had broken both Felix and Vanellope out. It was a shame no one had thought to browse through the cold chocolate halls or to peer into the cells below the castle where not even windows were granted. For it was there, only a few doors down from where the president herself had once been jailed, that the foreign bits of code resided.
The pair of older avatars had been forgotten by time and by everyone save for themselves.
From the very beginning they had followed along after their so-called brother in everything he had done. Even after he had made them all homeless they continued to follow him. What else had there been for them? If only they had stayed within the walls of Game Central Station maybe they would have found a new purpose. At least this fate would have been avoided.
The twins sat in the dark of the cell, as always curled in a corner and clinging to each other with a bond that hadn't decayed even slightly in all the years they had been together. They were brothers, even if not truly programmed that way, and they were all they had left.
Sometimes they whispered to each other in the dark just to stave off the unending loneliness. Meaningless words exchanged to break the silence and to keep from going insane. Always they stayed leaned shoulder-to-shoulder with the hands between them clasped. Sometimes they even spoke of freedom, of escaping or being rescued from the dark cell they had been tossed into.
Their helmets cracked quietly together as one shifted a bit and they listened to the sound echo for a moment before it faded into nothing. The grip of their clasped hands tightened a few seconds. Bright yellow eyes turned to glance at each other, both thankful for the tiny amount of vision their slight glow gave them. They could almost even see the blue of the other's uniform if they focused.
"Don't worry." One of them whispered. "We're going to get out of here soon."
A nod was given in reply. "I bet any day now someone will find us. Any day now we'll be out."
"Yeah… And then we'll be able to lay around in the sun again."
"And watch the races."
"You think they might let us race after hours if we ask real nice?"
"Maybe. But we'll have to be on our best behavior."
"I don't know about you, but I'm always on my best behavior."
A soft snort came in response. "Fibber. You're always a brat."
"No more than you, you know."
"True."
"… At least we know we're getting out, right?"
"No doubt about it, bro. We'll be out soon. It's not like they can keep us locked up here forever, right?"
"Right. Someone has to know we're down here."
In the dim glow of their eyes, they could both make out the sorrow laced smiles that appeared on the other's lips and the tears that slid down their cheeks.
"Someone has to remember us…"
They knew when they were only spitting out sugar frosted lies, but, hey, it was nice to fantasize now and then.
It was 3 in the morning and I felt like trying to write something sad based off of a comic I read.