Once Sugar Rush was restored to its former glory, complete with its new president, life in the arcade returned to normal for all involved. Well, it seemed that way at first. But when the president went exploring the castle as children are programmed to do, she discovered a secret hidden in the fungeon. All it took was a glimpse of his yellow eyes to send her running straight to Fix-it Felix Jr.

"Ralph, Turbo's back!" she exclaimed, her small form shaking with terror.

"But I thought the beacon killed him," Ralph commented, but she shook her head.

"I know, I did too, but he's right there in the fungeon! Come see if you don't believe me," she urged him, clinging to his large arm and trying to drag him out of his shack.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," he assured her, stumbling after her until they reached the train station. To his surprise, Vanellope insisted on taking the train for once instead of running back into Sugar Rush. He supposed that she wasn't in any great rush to see someone so terrifying.

"Woah there, Ralph, slow down." Ralph looked down at the protagonist of his game whom he'd just missed bowling over.

"Felix, it's good you're here. Vanellope said that Turbo's in her fungeon," Ralph explained, looking to Vanellope for confirmation that he could tell him. She nodded, glitching every so often out of fright.

"Turbo? But didn't the beacon kill him?" Felix asked, and Vanellope nodded again.

"I know but no other character has bright yellow eyes like that," she confirmed, shuddering at the memory of those yellow eyes staring at her from a cell door.

"I'll go with you, maybe I can figure out why he's still alive," Felix decided, and joined the duo as they walked across Game Central Station. Vanellope was trembling and glitching so much that she slowed them down, but it at least gave them time to think. Turbo wasn't a part of the game, so how could he have managed to regenerate? And nobody could have possibly survived the broiling-hot cola.

By the time the trio reached the castle, Ralph had to carry Vanellope because she was trembling too much to walk.

"Now, where did you say he was?" Felix inquired once they'd descended into the fungeon.

"I d-didn't really take n-notice of what n-number c-cell he was in," Vanellope mumbled, hiding her face in Ralph's chest.

"Hey, don't worry, kid, we'll find him. You can stay outside if you want," Ralph counselled her.

"No," she stated firmly. "I have to see him so I know that he's here. And f he's in the fungeon, he can't hurt my game, right?"

"Well, you can still go in and out of your game so he hasn't done anything like that again at least," Ralph figured. While they stood talking, Felix had walked on ahead. He had to know... was the self-professed greatest racer of all time still alive? And if so, how had he survived the beacon? What had happened to him?

"Hello, lover." Oh, it was Turbo, that was for sure. No one else would have greeted him like that.

"Turbo..." Felix started, but trailed off. The racer, still clad in his white jumpsuit, walked towards the door of his cell and glared his yellow gaze through the barred window at the top of the door.

"Then again, I can't really call you that anymore, can I? Your forgot all about me and moved on with your life. I saw you with that woman in black armour," Turbo continued, his lisp gone now that he was upset.

"I thought you were dead," Felix informed him. "I saw your game unplugged, and the game that you jumped into."

"So why didn't you come looking for me? I didn't die, not even a beacon could kill me," he argued, and laughed a little manically.

"You should've come back to Niceland," Felix offered. "I would've let you live in the apartment."

"What, when everyone hated me for getting a new game unplugged? No thankth," Turbo replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So where were you all those years?" Felix wondered, removing his hat and nervously wringing it in his hands.

"I hid out in Tapperth for a while and then when Thugar Ru- thith game got plugged in, I came here and never left," he explained, looking up at Felix from beneath his lashes. He'd always looked at him imploringly like that before and it had always made the handyman feel sorry for him. It worked better if he removed his helmet, though.

"You should've told me," Felix suggested. "We could've still at least been friends."

"No we couldn't. I would've been found out eventually," Turbo admitted. "You know I can't thtay away from you too long."

"So how did you manage to be the game across from mine every day? You would've seen me every day," Felix figured. Turbo looked at him sadly.

"Well, you're a bit harder to see than Ralph," he replied. "I just had to try hard not to look at you. But sometimes I couldn't help but take a glance at you."

"I thought I noticed King Candy looking at me sometimes," Felix nodded. "So that was you looking at me."

"It was the first time I could see you in your game," Turbo shrugged. "It was the first time you could see me too, although you didn't realise it." He looked sad again, sadder than Felix had ever seen him before. It made him feel sorry for him.

"I'll get you out of here," he decided, and turned to find Ralph and Vanellope. But they'd heard everything.

"You and Turbo used to be friends?" Vanellope asked, blinking in confusion.

"More than that, actually," Felix admitted, taking his hammer from his belt and nervously fingering it. "Boyfriends."

This is my first 80s boyfriends fanfic so hopefully it's not that bad. Reviews are welcome! Hopefully Turbo's lisp isn't too hard to read.