Hello guys!

So, a lot of you have been reviewing and PM'ing me asking, "What the heck is wrong with Turbo?" Hopefully this chapter will help you understand what's going on, as this chapter is written in his perspective. I know it probably won't make you like him, but at least you'll understand what he's thinking. Personally in this story, I think he's confusing love with lust. But you guys can let me know whether you agree or not once you read and leave me a review.

A little bit of this chapter was inspired by the song, "She is the Sunlight" by Trading Yesterday. This song is the one that I find describes how Turbo feels about Lemona. You can listen to it or read the lyrics and then tell me whether you think it fits or not.

I don't own the song, and I don't own Wreck It Ralph and the characters in the movie. I only own Lemona Lime, my OC. Now without further adieu, enjoy Chapter 5!

Chapter 5

Turbo could still smell lemon meringue pie on his lips even though the kiss had happened ten minutes ago and he was now far away from Lemona. If Turbo had never met Lemona, the smell wouldn't have delighted him as much as it did now. But, the fact of the matter was, he had met Lemona, and now, to put it lightly in his mind, he was infatuated by her.

If any of the other racers could see how he had been acting for these past few days, they'd all be asking the same question: what was wrong with him? The thought had even crossed his mind momentarily, but he'd immediately tossed it away like the garbage in the cart-building mini-game. He may have been known as a little sadistic, manipulative, and cruel, along with many other not-so-pleasant adjectives, but in his mind there wasn't anything wrong with him. He was just good at knowing what he wanted and doing whatever was necessary to get it. Right now, he wanted Lemona.

She fascinated him; she had always fascinated him. From the moment he'd spied her surviving courageously on her own in the Black Liquorice Forest and discovered that she had a natural sourness that none of the other racers had, he'd been interested in her. All of the other racers were sickly sweet characters who only got sour when put under his influence. For a while after he'd been dethroned, they had held a cruel prejudice towards glitches, but now the very notion was impossible in their minds, even Taffyta's. On the other hand, being sour was a part of Lemona no matter how hard she tried to get rid of it, and he had figured that if the two of them worked together, they could rule Sugar Rush easily.

There were more similarities between the two. Like Turbo, Lemona had always been determined, especially when it had come to racing. Even though her racing code had been deleted by the programmers, once Turbo had started teaching her how to harness her sourness, she'd started trying again. Turbo could never forget the day that Lemona had come running into the fungeon with a wide grin of triumph on her face, panting with excitement that she'd finally done it; she'd figured out how to drive. She'd released him from his prison cell, and they'd dashed off to go racing, but not before she'd surprised him with a hug as warm as sunlight. That was the one word other than 'sour' that Turbo found he could use to describe Lemona. With her golden blonde hair and warm, yet mischievous, smile, she was literally like a little ball of sunshine.

But there was still more about her that intrigued Turbo, and it all had to do with the shiny golden trophy that he picked up once he was back in his own personal section of the cavern. He could still remember that day too. In fact, he found it easy to remember every day Lemona had come down to see him.

Her reasoning for going down to the fungeon to give it to him still shocked Turbo to this very day. She had presented the trophy to him as a way to thank him, believe it or not, for helping her to learn how to drive. After all of the horrible things he'd done to her she'd still found the courage to see him one last time to thank him, which had only confirmed his suspicions: she was definitely one of the sweetest children in the game of Sugar Rush. And though he was much more interested in her sour side than her sweet side, he had to admit that she was alright. In fact, she was more than alright. In Turbo's mind, she was perfect, and from that moment on he'd decided that he wasn't about to give up on his plans to rule Sugar Rush with her.

Lemona had never returned after that day, just like she'd said, apparently content to live life without him as a sweet little girl instead of a sour one. Turbo's sunlight had gone away, leaving him in the lonely darkness once again. Turbo remembered thinking that she may not have thought that she needed him, but he needed her, and it was impossible for him to forget about her. So he'd vowed that he wouldn't give up on his plans, and with every day that passed, he worked harder and harder, figuring out every miniscule detail, including how he was going to ensure nobody noticed anything suspicious. It would have been easy to alter the codes to transform himself and Lemona into a king and a princess, but he'd decided early on in the planning stage that he'd wanted it to be something they did together, just like in the past. Once he'd decided that, he had continued to work everything out, making backup plans for every step, and even some backup plans for his backup plans, until finally he was positive that absolutely nothing would go wrong.

In fact, the only thing he hadn't planned for was Lemona mysteriously turning into a full-grown woman.

There was no question of why Turbo had been attracted to this new version of Lemona. His little ball of light had transformed into a blazing sun, and a gorgeous one at that. If she'd been in any other game, there was no doubt in Turbo's mind that other men would have been interested in her as well. Her beauty combined with her child-like innocence made her irresistible. If one wanted to get technical about it, they could say that Lemona was still a child, but as long as she was in the body of a woman Turbo planned on treating her like a woman, especially considering the fact that he now knew that she knew how to fight harder than one. He was still a little sore and tender where she'd kicked him yesterday.

Thinking about yesterday made him remember every little bruise that he had inflicted upon Lemona out of anger, and for just a moment, he felt guilty. But as soon as the feeling came he shook it away like a wet dog. "Sure, maybe I went a little overboard last night, but come on, she tried to escape!" Turbo thought to himself, making sure that there was no doubt in his mind that he'd done what was right. "Escaping is bad, and when people do bad things they need to be punished." That had been the first rule he'd declared in Sugar Rush the first time he'd programmed himself to be the king, except for the escaping part. He had become very familiar with that first rule when Vanellope Von Schweetz had started trying to race. But Turbo didn't want to think about that right now. It would only get him angry again, and right now he was in a very good mood. "Besides, I made it up to her afterwards, even if she doesn't realize it now."

Reliving the hot passion that he had felt that night in his mind, he gave his prized trophy a quick shining with his sleeve and then kissed it gleefully before setting it down again. Then, once his hands weren't full, he set to work preparing a delicious breakfast, which he was sure would get Lemona to take back all of the things she'd just shouted. Now that he knew that his little ray of sunlight had in fact wanted to see him, he was going to make her remember that and make sure that she took back her regrets. If he could do that, then she would be more eager to become his queen and help him take over the game again.

"The little lemon pop loves sour candies," he thought to himself, piling a plate sky high with the tangy treats. Then he filled a pitcher with the lemon iced tea that dripped from the cavern's stalactites. When he was satisfied that he'd prepared enough for the both of them, he set off back towards the main part of the cave, where he found that Lemona had not moved from where he'd left her, but she had crumbled to the floor and was now lying face down, her body shuddering and shaking like a bowl of jelly. No sound emitted from her mouth, which made the scene seem almost eerie.

She was absolutely filthy and in desperate need of a bath, Turbo decided. He would have to lead her to the tea hot spring he knew about, though he didn't want Lemona to get too familiar with the tunnels. If she did, there was a good chance that she would eventually find the exit, and make another break for it because of her newfound hatred towards him. Hopefully he could cure her of that soon.

Approaching the broken girl silently, Turbo settled himself down in front of her still form and pushed the plate of food in front of her wordlessly. Though her head didn't move, Turbo watched her eyes move from the floor to the plate that was being slid towards her. She didn't move, and for a moment Turbo thought that perhaps she was refusing to eat again. But then her quivering hand jerked out and snatched a handful of the treats. Still shaking like a leaf, Lemona brought her hand to her mouth and slowly started chewing. But no sooner had she swallowed than her body jerked and the food poured out of her again. Apparently her stomach was still too weak to accept any nourishment.

Once again Turbo was shocked by how weak and vulnerable she looked, now coughing like she had a virus. His strong ray of sunlight was now a dim, cold red-yellow light-bulb. Hoping to help her warm up a little, both literally and figuratively, Turbo crawled behind her and sat down. Grabbing her gently around the waist, he pulled her body off of the ground and on top of his so that she was no longer sitting on the ground. He kept his arms wrapped around her securely, but not tight enough to cause her to puke again. He expected her to start fighting back again, but surprisingly she did not. She just seemed to sink into his grasp, still coughing and shivering, but more gently now. She didn't even open her mouth to tell him to let go.

It was then that Turbo realized he had been wrong about Lemona. She wasn't fighting anymore. She had accepted the fact that she didn't have the option of leaving him this time, and that pleased him. Chuckling softly to himself, he reached around and pressed his lips softly onto her cheek, which tasted salty from her tears and sweat. Lemona didn't even react to the motion. She just continued to stare at nothing in particular. Turbo knew that right now her body was too weak to help him do anything, but that was alright. They didn't need to take over the castle just yet. Besides, if he had managed to make her give up so quickly, who knew how long it would take for him to convince her that he loved her and wanted her to return the feeling? She had trusted him once; surely she could do it again.

"There now, it's okay," Turbo spoke gently in an attempt to soothe Lemona once he'd removed his lips from her cheek. "How about showing me that sour side of you again? I'm sure that'll make you feel better."

But Lemona didn't show him her sour side. In fact, she didn't do anything except continue to shiver and quake in his arms.

That was alright with Turbo. Eventually his little ball of sunlight would settle down again. Then he could continue to try to make her feel the way she'd used to feel around him. After that he'd make her return his affection.

It would take some time. But Turbo knew that time was the one other thing that he had plenty of.

Time and love.

Well, there it is. Now you know what he's thinking. Remember to drop me a review so that I know your thoughts! I appreciate all of your reviews and input! Have a great day guys! I'll see you again when Chapter 6 comes around!