Meanwhile in Sugar Rush, the children chatted about, ready to be played in the early hours of the morning, and Gene keeping them (somewhat) composed, the game abrupted to a muted-color palette, all the bright contrasts of colors that represented Sugar Rush swapped for gloomy shades.

Each of the racers fans gained depression all over their faces, along with Wynnchel and Duncan, and the only colors that remained were on the racer's suits. Nobody realized the color first drained from the main character, Vanellope's, rightful castle as the charm and love in the game went away, as if it were being first processed.

"What's happening!?" Adorabeezle asked shakily, looking at all her friends who were just as scared.

"What's wrong with our game?" Gloyd begged to know, looking down at his hands and signature car. Rancis picked up Sour Bill in his arms before his green shine washed away.

"I don't know what's going on, but let's get you all out of here, now, before things get worse." Gene instructed, leading the Sugar Rush residents out of the game as fast as he could, despite most of them looking too nonchalant to walk.

"Hey, what are you doing? The arcade's open!" The Surge Protector asked with his arms out, clipboard in hand.

"Our game's acting weird, sir! It didn't feel the same, like all the energy drained out!" Taffyta explained, the other kids nodding with her in agreement.

The blue man rubbed his forehead. "Okay every well, off you go. Be safe."

And with that, everyone safely rushed to their home in Fix-it Felix Jr., the racers not acknowledging that the players would be annoyed if they were gone.

It wasn't long before every website was eaten up by glitches, and Spamley and Tamora did their best taking down any viruses thrown at them.

Vanellope switched for a sleek, pure gold Lamborghini, swerving on the wall where Ralph wrecked her huge obstacles that were meant to kill him in a tunnel she drove into.

A growl fell out of her mouth when she saw Felix hitting minor websites with his hammer, trying to bring some back to life. Pissing her off, she activated strawberry nukes to his direction and restarted his work, barely letting him roll out of the way.

ZAP. Lasers opened from her headlights at Ralph as she slurped on a blueberry slushy, a life-sized lime green one smacking him in the face as his body grinded on the crumbling ground, covered in artificial ice.

The nineties character glitched in the air, spawning a poisonous purple track underneath her tires, leading up to a wall of bright lines forming around her, finalizing into a huge ramp and she sped off.

Ralph, Felix, and Spamley stopped to look up, while Tamora prepared her rifle for the defense, shooting the purple tracks with her gun as they exploded in goo.

Vanellope came out of her Lamborghini, a sympathetic grin on her face as she relaxed herself on a throne comfortably fit just for her.

She was decked out in a Twizzler-cheesecake themed turtleneck, a mint chocolate skirt wrapped around her waist, and her shoes were now a cherry red with skulls at the bottom.

"Ah, your all so funny, you know that? Oh yeah, I can do this too. You like it? I think it kinda suits me." Her hologram bragged, snapping her fingers as four massive candy canes appeared. They fell down and almost crushed Tamora, but thankfully she was pushed out of the way in time by her husband.

Ralph called out to her, believing a talking-to would make her understand. "Kid, you don't have to do this! We care about yo-"

"LIAR!" She roared, trapping her best friend inside of a candy wrapper orb. He yelled out in pain of the small space. Her voice was half-distorted, as if her regular self held on, begging one side of her not to hurt Ralph. And it did. She just couldn't find it.

BOOM.

Ralph dropped down to the debris, his chest collapsing as he ran out of breath.

"RALPH!" Tamora and Spamley rushed to the giant, while Felix stood to him upfront, hammer in hand. Ralph looked up at the child from above, squinting at the flashing lights.

Vanellope stared down at the ground with slight sadness in her hazel eyes. It sucked seeing Ralph suffer, but what else would make him get it?

She glitched, standing on top of a living monster truck, it's tail and tentacles motioning in fury, but the driver's seat was enough for her size. The pride was much an understatement of how she was feeling. It's exactly what she wanted out of life.

...And she'd never know what was coming next.

"Come on, guys. You didn't think I was gonna do the same thing everyday in Slaughter Race stayin' miserable, were you?" She chuckled, crossing her legs, planting her hands on the steering wheel.

Reminds me. Gotta teach Shank a little lesson, she thought.

"You can keep trying, though. It's not gonna matter. You'll still be in second place." She mocked, smirking menacingly.

Tamora's eyes furrowed at Vanellope. She didn't look the same. Dark electrical veins traveled up her gray cheeks, and that spark in her big eyes that gave her liveliness were now filled with vengeance.

The randomly-generated sweater was much too snug around her neck, something that would make it hard to breathe in for anyone else.

She turned to Ralph in urgence, who seemed to be standing up just fine, with the help of his carpenter best friend.

"Ralph, those are consumption viruses." The military woman admitted. This worried the boys more, if that was even possible.

"Ma'am, what's exactly a control virus?"

She groaned, expecting an algorithm such as Spamley to understand. "Basically old viruses make vicious bugs like this one, and they take too much control." She pointed to the destruction that had yet to be conquered in just a few hours.

Ralph pleaded for more information. "So what does that mean!?"

"It means if we don't stop that kid, all those viruses are gonna turn on her by themselves. And when they do she's... she's game over."

Ralph looked at the internet, it's blocky design now had candy infecting it, or glitches shutting down every app, and then he saw Vanellope speeding away.

I'm a failure, he said to himself. I didn't protect her enough.

"Guys! She's goin' somewhere else!" Felix yelped as he pointed both gloved hands at the monster truck rolling away.

Ralph brought them together closely.

"I know who to ask."

The professional wrecker busted the locked doors of BuzzzTube, breathing heavily with his team close behind him.

"What the- RALPH? Who are they!? And what are you doing here? Haven't you seen the news?" Yesss asked, startled for herself and her website. Maybe dropped the tray of hors'durves he was going to hand his boss, shaking in his shoes of the shattered plate.

"I know, but we need your help out there!"

The blue woman laughed, patting the tiny handyman's head. "Yeah, your jokin', right? If you think I'm going out there-"

"It's Vanellope." Admitted Spamley.

"Yeah, she's been infected with a bug and she can't control herself. We gotta help her." Ralph added.

Yesss' eyes widened. How could something so horrible start from that sweet little girl?

A gust of air breathed out of her nose deeply. "Alright. Show me where she went."

"I don't know about the rest of you, but this was so not on my to-do list." Yesss grumbled, focusing on the directions she was receiving from Tamora's sensor inside her flying vehicle. "What was she driving again?"

"Like this scary, teal monster truck." Tamora answered, shivering when it reminded her of a cybug's eyes. "Right there! Do you see her?"

Yesss flew downwards to where Vanellope was idled. "On it."

Vanellope saw the gray drone in her rearview mirror. A dollop of whip cream big enough to cover a house was opened out of her trunk and thrown at the driver, having the doors become hard to open for escape.

"Ugh, Reddie Whip!" Felix whined, wiping the frothy sugar off his blue uniform.

"AW, COME ON! Don't tell me we lost her again!"

"Well what are you waiting for?! Cal, help us flip this thing!" Ralph urged as him, Tamora, and Yesss lifted up the sideways vehicle. It was still functional, despite some whip cream residue soaked in the seats, though it was saved by Felix's hammer.

Spamley was back to deleting as many existing cheat codes as he can, and occasionally throwing virus blocks at websites that were soon to be obliterated out of the window.

They flew up, witnessing the horror of the internet city. Everything glitched. Bad. They were far away from the central area, and there was no way they were going to find her this time.

Or so they thought.

A row of electrical shots scorched past every service right to Vanellope's steering wheel as she was making her way to Slaughter Race, yet she continued driving, since she thought outrunning them would work. The volts slowed her Pop-Tart car's horsepower, shooting into the engine.

Refusing to be stopped, she easily glitched into a comfy Oreo golf cart, but the dark chocolate tires lagged under her, deciding not to comply with the speed she wanted.

Feeling vulnerable as she used to be fifteen years ago, Her body throbbed awfully as it did before, but a million times worse.

The pain started in her hands and wrists, then straight to her throat as if a ghost strangled her from the inside. She twitched rapidly, glitching into a short-circuiting mess.

The electrical bolts violently jumped on top of her, sucking in her code like blood thirsty snakes.

The little girl yowled, scolding herself in her mind when she stopped the brakes by accident.

"Wheel, wheel, I need..." She didn't want to believe she'd faint and not wake up, but her digital brain disagreed, completely shutting down against her will.