Wow, I got this done quicker than expected. I don't want to say too much, for fear I'll give something away, so I'll just stick with what I've been saying all along. Thanks for all of your support, please enjoy this chapter, and remember to leave a review!

Part of this chapter was inspired by a song by Halestorm, which is one of my absolute favourite bands of all time. The song is called "You Call Me A B*tch Like It's a Bad Thing," so if you're interested, go check it out! I don't own it of course, but I do love it.

I also don't own Wreck It Ralph and the characters in that movie. I only own my OC Lemona Lime.

Chapter 3

Many hours passed before Lemona found the strength to stand again. Placing her hands on the force field, she pressed her face against it like a child peering out of a window. Looking out at the land in front of her, so close and yet so far away, she knew that the others would be searching for her by now. Without her in the workshop, who would make the cart pieces that made their carts work so well? Who would do the gathering and play in the mini-games that had been designed specifically for her? Today was Sunday, so the arcade was closed for a couple of days, but when it opened again on Tuesday, it was an inevitable fact that gamers were going to notice she wasn't there.

"You moron," she found herself mumbling even though, as far as she knew, Turbo was still not around to hear. "You must have a brain the size of a piece of penny candy. You can't rule a game that gets unplugged."

"Hoo hoo! Lunch time my sour angel!"

With a skip in his step, Turbo bounded back into the main part of the cave. Apparently he'd gained control of his temper again, but Lemona was not willing to do the same. Cautiously, she turned her head to see what he had brought her, a plate of cinnamon buns, but as soon as she had caught a glimpse of him she jerked her head forward again, ordering herself to not look back again. She didn't want to look at him, and she most certainly didn't want him looking at her and her new adjustments. Feeling self conscious again, she folded her arms over her chest once more, even though with her back turned to him he wouldn't be able to see what she was hiding. She wasn't fully protected though; with her back turned to him, there was still one thing he could look at, even though it was mostly covered by her long hair... "Curse that Toxic Waste and its mutating side effects!" she wanted to scream out loud. But instead she kept those words locked inside of her brain and forced out a curt, "I'm not hungry," keeping her gaze on the landscape outside of the cave that so cruelly taunted her.

She heard the sound of footsteps as Turbo got closer again. Willing herself to stay strong, Lemona didn't even flinch when she felt Turbo's cool breath on her throat as he spoke. A hand rested itself on her shoulder, and his voice was soft as though he only wanted her to hear, even though there was nobody or thing around to listen to him except for the stalactites. "Lemona, my dear, you need to eat." There was a hint of a sulk in his words and on his lips.

Finally Lemona couldn't take it anymore, and she shrugged his hand off of her, though the act was in vain. Turbo merely placed it back on her again, gripping her arm this time and tighter than before. It was uncomfortable, but not painfully so. Nevertheless, it made Lemona feel even more trapped, and she wanted it to stop. There was no way for her to move away from Turbo, as she was pressed up against the wall, so in a desperate attempt to not feel helpless, she growled out her next words, eying the hand placed on her venomously. "Take your hands off of me. I told you I'm not hungry." She would not succumb to his treatment of her and change her mind, no matter how annoyed he got at not being able to get his way. She didn't care if he brought her a mountain of her favourite type of candy for lemon's sake. The only thing she wanted was to go home and find some way to return to her normal self.

A sudden sharp pain shattered her thoughts and caused her to cry out. Turbo had dug his sharp nails into her skin, and was now yanking her away from where she stood. Pulling back as hard as she could, Lemona found her facing him, the fear clearly written on her face as she stared at him. A fierce scowl twisted his features as he snarled right back at her, not even realizing when his grip began to draw blood from her arm. "Listen you little glitch, I don't care if you're not hungry. You're going to eat!"

Lemona's body glitched and pixelated as she was dragged toward the sponge cake mattress, where Turbo had set the plate of food. Another cry escaped her lips as she was shoved onto its soft top, and once she'd scrambled into a sitting position she held her arm up to her gaze so she could inspect it. Along with the blood that was now running down the limb and dripping onto her nightgown, she could see little black and blue bruises beginning to form. Biting her lip to keep the tears from coming, Lemona timidly raised her eyes up to where Turbo stood. His face was still covered with a scowl, but when Lemona quickly grabbed a cinnamon bun with the hand on her unharmed side and started to take miniscule bits out of it, his features softened. Soon his goofy smile was back.

"Hoo hoo, that's better," he said, the lisp in his speech coming out and making him sound as though he had done absolutely nothing wrong. Lemona was shocked by just how quickly he could get over what he had just done. This was not the Turbo that she had grown to know and trust, and she didn't like it. The throbbing in her appendage made it impossible for her to forget like he had, and she knew that even when it had healed she wouldn't be able to erase the mental and emotional scars. Now she wanted to do something, anything, to show him that she wouldn't stand for this new version of him. But what would be the perfect thing to do, the thing that would make her point abundantly clear?

Just as she finished eating her cinnamon bun, she got an idea. It was simple, but worth a shot. Plus, as a bonus, if it worked it guaranteed her an opportunity to attempt to escape.

"You know," she started, flipping her hair over her shoulder and batting her eyes in the hopes of making herself look more attractive, "the whole 'kidnap a princess and make her your queen' thing is extremely retro."

As she slid off of the bed and walked closer, she willed herself not to gag as she watched Turbo give off an incredibly arrogant grin. "What can I say," he replied. "I guess I'm just a sucker for the classics." Continuing to eye up his prisoner, his grin only grew wider, like he saw something he really really liked. "Although some upgrades aren't bad I suppose."

His comment almost did it for Lemona, but she managed to keep an alluring expression on her as she forced the cinnamon bun to stay in her stomach. Soon she was face to face with Turbo, his body so close that they were practically touching. "Well here's another little tip for you about upgrades," she breathed, watching as Turbo practically melted like a chunk of butter on a pancake. At the very last second, her precious moment of opportunity came, and she took it gladly.

WHAM! A swift, unexpected kick to the family jewels had Turbo on the floor instantaneously, groaning and wheezing. Just for good measure, Lemona stomped on his fingers. She thought about grinding the heel of her shoe into them, but then decided against it. She hadn't stomped hard enough to cause them to break, and really she didn't want to kill the guy. She just wanted to add to his misery before she tried to escape.

"Not all girls in video games are damsels in distress anymore." She spoke coldly, but the tips of her lips curved slightly into a victorious smirk as she relished in her accomplishment. Never before had she felt so glad that Calhoun had decided to teach her some self-defence tricks. "We know how to fight back."

Then she tore off down one of the dark tunnels, using her keen sense of sight to navigate her way through without crashing and bumping into things. For the longest time she felt like she was going in circles, turning around every corner and making random choices when she had to pick between two different directions. "Eventually I've got to come an exit," she thought desperately to herself as she continued to run, praying that Turbo was not behind her. "There's gotta be an exit around here somewhere. Right?"

As though answering her, a beam of light from far off in the distance appeared, beckoning her forward. "Yes! Sweet lemon meringue pie!" Light headed with excitement, Lemona felt like she was flying as she ran towards the beautiful glow. But when she burst out of the tunnel and looked around her surroundings, her flight made a crash landing. "Oh sour lemonade."

Right back where she had started, Lemona stared in dismay as Turbo, who had gotten up off of the floor approached, bloody murder roaring in his eyes. "So, you know how to fight, eh?"

Too terrified to respond, Lemona began flailing as Turbo grabbed her again and pulled her once more towards the bed. She screamed shrilly as the pain in her arm fired up again and tried everything from punching to kicking to get him to let her go. But the first kick he'd received must have turned his body into a jawbreaker, as he didn't even react. When they arrived at the bed he practically threw Lemona on top of it, and the sudden force caused her head to crack as it smacked the wall. Now in a daze, Lemona didn't even try to move as Turbo pulled out a coil of liquorice and began tying her hands and legs together so tightly that when he was finished, there was no way that Lemona could move.

Once he was finished, Turbo took a step back. "So, you know how to fight, eh?" he repeated and to Lemona's horror, he pulled off his purple jacket and tossed it carelessly behind him. Then, he began cracking his knuckles as easily as if Lemona hadn't done anything to them and advancing. As Lemona struggled with her bonds, trying not to pass out, he spoke one last, heart-stopping sentence as simply as if he was talking about the weather:

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to knock the fight out of you."

Dun, dun, dun...I'm trying to keep this story not too graphic, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I hope you enjoyed it, and remember to leave a review! Until next time guys! Stay sweet!