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Upbeat music echoed though the landscape; Fireworks crackled and erupted into a shower of colour. The sugary scenery of Sugar Rush was alive with movement as racers pulled up to their place at the finish line and parked. The crowd went crazy, Cheering as the racers jumped out and made their way track side by the stands. They stood in front of a large pillar balcony in a huddled group and looked up. A green sphere slowly rose above the barrier holding a microphone as the crowd turned silent. The sour ball sighed before talking in his usual depressed manor, “All hail... The rightful president of sugar rush...” He stopped to sigh again, “ Vanellope Von Schweetz”. At the mention of her name, the curtain was thrust aside and the girl of the moment walked forward elegantly , dressed in royal attire. Taffyta tsked, She hated Vanellope during these moments for she could just be such a show off.”Schweetz, Schweetz,Schweetz...” The crowd repeatedly cried at the appearance of their ruler.Vanellope adjusted the top of her dress and cleared her throat. She tapped the railing with the circular end of her sceptre to quiet down the hyped crowd. “My royal subjects” She announced, rolling her tongue on the R of Royal, “Once again the time is upon us. All of you who have raced today have been brilliant but its time to wipe the board clean and race to see which of you avatars will be representing us on tomorrows roster.” On the giant glass screen images of 9 of the racers faded out and the crowd once again sprang to life with repetitive cheers, This time being “Race, race ,race...!” Vanellope smiled and shook her head lightly, This part of her job never got old. She tapped her sceptre to regain control over the crowd and continued her speech, “ As we know, The race however isn`t free and you require one coin from a previous win to enter” The racers each pulled out one shiny coin; “I know i have one” Vanellope giggled as she pulled out her own coin. “So without further ado....” She pulled on a chain, activating a catapult contraption that came down beside the racers. “...Let the registration begin!” She flung her arms to the sky and the crowd resumed cheering noisily. The racers lined up and one by one they tossed their coin onto the catapult which threw it straight into the golden trophy that stood central on the finish/start line. With each coin ,a box appeared on the board containing a profile shot of the corresponding racer and their name. This would be joined by the masculine voice of the announcer, who would call out the racer signalling them to do their signature action. “Stay sweet~” Taffyta jumped into the air with a spin. “Oh yeah!” Jubileena punched the air and landed in a somewhat cute pose. Vanellope smiled as she watched and waited for every racer to register before her. She always loved being last to enter as it allowed her glitching to play the biggest part to her victory. She threw her coin in and was about to yank the chain again, Thus ending the registration when a ray of reflected sunlight caught her off guard, Blinding her for a moment.
The crowd fell deathly silent as something flew through the air from behind the stands, Creating a near tranquil jingle in its descent. It landed on the catapult as a coin would when its dropped. Vanellope leaned forward, Being careful not to fall, as the catapult automatically activated tossing the unidentified item towards the cup. It bounced of the corner of the cup with a loud `Clink` and was sent into the air. The object fell dead centre into the cup and disintegrated into binary; as all coins were supposed to. All eyes turned to the screen as a new box turned up marked as racer 17. No image for the character was shown and even the announcer didn`t know what to say so just followed the words on screen, “Player!”. A whispered murmur went over the area, A character named player had never been discussed and they didn`t have any updates planned as far as they knew.
“Whata shot!” A new voice came barrelling above the jumbled whispers, creating a new sheet of silence. From behind Vanellope`s stand a young male walked into view from the shadows, chuckling and clapping his hands. Vanellope closed her eyes as she tried to focus on the new arrival but his eyes had been covered by the suns reflection on his goggles. The racers quickly took steps back; Wanting to stay away as much as possible. He stopped and looked up at the screen, a smile came across his face, “Player huh? That`ll never do”. Everyone watched as he lifted up his right arm and brought out a metal device on his wrist to b in front of him. Using his left hand he tapped the device, causing a transparent range plate to materialise and float above it which he then began tapping on. Vanellope suddenly found her voice, “As the President of sugar rush! I...I demand to know who you are, How you got here and why?!” Her words quivered as they left her mouth. She tried to sound as bitter and mean as possible to scare the stranger off This had no effect as the stranger continued to tap away at the screen. Now more confident Vanellope snapped again as she slammed her sceptre to the ground with a furious snap. “Awnser me!” She shouted. This time the stranger reacted, The orange screen minimized as he turned on his heel and looked up at her. He pulled his goggles up onto his forehead, revealing his eyes. They were a dark blue that sent a shiver down Vanellope`s spine as he replied. “Calm down and look at the screen! Or are you blind?” He replied, “The name`s MagnaKore! And i`m here to race!”. On being told a majority of the crowd had looked to the screen as gasped in shock. The box that once read `player` had been replaced with `Magnakore` just as the stranger had said! Even Vanellope was baffled for a moment, How was any of this possible unless...
“You`re not fooling anyone Turbo” Rancis shouted as he pointed. Vanellope gasped again. This was the only way it could make sense! She slammed her sceptre again and called out angrly, Fearing her ; and more importantly her kingdoms; safety. “You got away once turbo but not this time! Guards!”. The stranger looked around in confusion as oreo guards surrounded him. “Awww” He taunted, “You gonna dip yourselves?”. He got a more violent reply than he had expected as a spear jabbed him. “Hey!” He growled, “I guess i over stayed my welcome!” He looked around for an escape in a panic and ran at a guard. He dodged the spear and jumped onto its platform head and leaped over the blockade. He ran for his life in a desperate attempt for freedom. As he ran back behind the stand he jumped onto a motorbike which had left on its stand there waiting for him and revved off. Behind him he could hear Vanellope angrily scold her guards, “Get him! Turbo cannot be allowed to escape! All guards to their karts! Release the hounds! I don`t care! Just catch him!” Magnakore gulped,For whatever reason this girl meant some serious business!
He had been driving for what felt like hours. He smiled as the wind blew through his hair. He felt free, like he had escaped. However that smile was soon wiped from his smug face as a red light flashed and beeped at him. MagnaKore looked at the panel of his bike in disbelief as the fuel gauge mad its last movement. Had he really already ran out of gas! He took a sharp right turn in hopes of finding a place to hide as his bike slowed to a crawl. However he just ended up at a dead end at the base of a mountain, There was no good place to hide that he could see as he sighed angrily, He could hear the engines and dogs approaching from the distance. He began to panic as the karts came into view. He felt something push past behind him and a gust of air but upon turning could see nothing to explain it. A strange noise caught his attention as he turned to the base of the volcano. He watched as the wall was covered by blue lines for a moment that grew and shrunk like a rubbery material. He grabbed the bikes handle bars and ran between the two sugar-free lollipops in a desperate last gambit, Closing his eyes in fear of what may be awaiting him.
He felt a weird sensation come over him, as if he was being sucked up and spat out, as the same noise that originally caught his attention buzzed through his ears. It was only after the buzzing had faded that he decided to open his eyes. He looked down the darkness of the tunnel and forced himself forward, remembering the guards who had been hot on his trail. Exhausted, he wheeled his bike toward the centre of the volcano; Touching the walls as he passed. They were sticky but left a delicious residue that he licked off his hands. He kept having a strange feeling of being watched and would turn around every now and then to watch the entrance he had used. He squinted his eyes as he spied a light ahead, growing brighter the closer he got. However he began to sweat as the temperature rose the close to the light source he wandered. He stopped in front of a sign, stood his bike and looked across the lake of molten liquid that lay before him. Looking down he read the signs. “Diet cola mounted? Beware of falling mentos?” He made a small amused hum as he looked up at the white structure above; Indeed the ceiling of this place was made from mints. He then looked at the structures, “What is this place” He pondered, “Some sort of... Hidden stage?” He turned, eager to get a better bearing and was taken by surprise by a little make-shift bedroom that was embedded into he wall. Someone already lived here!? He quickly looked around in fear of being caught, Maybe that was why he felt as if he was being watched. “H... hello?” he shouted; No reply. He went to let out a large sigh of relief but had to stop half way as the entrance noise played once more combined with the angered scream of a young female. Crona scrambled up the nearest slop and laid down, Hiding out of sight. When he felt it was safe he pulled himself slowly towards the edge and peered over as a girl entered the main cavern. She had her hands on her head as she made her way to the make-shift room and laid down on what could only be described as the bed. She let her arms flump to their sides and looked up. Crona examined the girl, She shared a great resemblance to the girl from the balcony but was wearing casual clothing rather than the dress from before. She was talking to thin air which MagnaKore thought was a little strange but he listened in anyway.She rambled on about her worries about how someone could be plotting against her . Magnakore could guess she ment him from stage one and felt insulted every time she noted him as this Turbo guy! She turned onto her side to face in his direction; he scampered out of sight but she still got up in confusion. He edged forward over the edge again as her footsteps echoed. She stood near his bike and examined it curiously. He rolled onto his back, Damn! Now he was bound to be caught! He laid in the silence and waited for the inevitable. Suddenly for a brief moment she screamed.; He scream was quickly muffled which brought Magnakore up to a kneel as he resumed watching. The girl looked like she had been restrained but by what?. “Hello... GLITCH!” A voice splattered as a Grey skinned characters materialised in behind her, Restraining her and covering her mouth; “Its time for revenge!” He kept a tight grip on her as he pushed her up the other slope which lead higher. MagnaKore growled as he watched, being cautious not to be seen. The attacker stopped at the broken part of the slope and released her with a push, “Goodbye Schweetz!”The attacker laughed. Crona gasped quietly, so she was the same girl? So why was a royal living i such a.... He had no time to think as Vanellope stumbled of the edge and grabbed onto the edge, dangling above the cola pit bellow.” Turbo! I knew it was you! But how!” Vanellope sneered. Turbo laughed, “Oh but it wasn`t me” He turned to Magnakore and grinned, “Thank you for being bait! It really helped.”. MagnaKore jumped up and took steps back. He look terrified as he saw the horror of Vanellope`s face. He turned and ran. “As for me being here...thanks to you and Ralph I`m a virus remember! Turbo the most powerful cy-virus in existence” His voice was still bitter and sour as he spat. “Y..you`ll never get away with this! Ralph will wreck you out of the code when he finds out!” Vanellope threatened, Her voice trembling in her own doubt. Turbo laughed at her futile attempts “Pathetic! Since in a matter of mere seconds you`ll be nothing but fire wall” He stopped to laugh again, “Besides...”. He used a claw on his slightly mutated hand to cut her cheek. Her muscles tensed as she held on for dear life. Turbo licked the blood and instantly began to change. His physique became more feminine and long black hair replaced his helmet.”..Im just fine!Ever wonder how i took your fathers appaerence?” He asked as the transformation progressed; Not only his appearance but also his voice. Soon standing over Vanellope.... was herself?! Vanellope shouted in pain as the fake her stamped on one of her hands, leaving her holding on by the other. “Well i have a race to go win and a code to re-program. Tata~” The fake Vanellope laughed manically as he walked away. From outside, she could hear Turbo steal her kart and drive off. She turned her focus back to trying to hold on but her palms were sweaty and she was losing grip. She held on for as long as possible but screamed as her muscles gave way and she tumbled towards her fiery demise. Her life stared to flash before her eyes but a sudden jolt stopped them dead in their tracks. “Vanellope!” A voice called. Opening her eyes and looking up Vanellope focused on the stranger. “Y..you returned?” She whispered. “Hang on! I`ll pull you up!” MagnaKore spoke with a sense or urgency in his voice as he pulled her onto stable ground. Vanellope stayed on all fours breathing heavily. She looked up to see Magnakore with an open hand for her. “T...thank you” She shyly thanked him as she took his offer and got pulled up. He scorned her as she brushed herself down, “You need to be more careful, Royalty should have bodyguards for that EXACT reason! You ok kid?”. Vanellope gave him an angered look, who was he to tell her to be careful. She broke into a smile as she replied. “Im fine thanks to you, Honestly thanks for saving my butt there from becoming a burnt cookie!”
He walked down the slope and to his bike which he examined carefully. Vanellope hopped down nearby. He didn`t seem intresseted in conversation but Vanellope need to know so much more, “So... Um sorry about thinking you were turbo!” She scratched her back, “But i haven`t seen you around these parts before, So I guess your new? What`s your name?” He rotated his head slightly and replied, “Are you suffering memory loss too! The name`s MagnaKore”. Agitation was peaked in his voice as he got up and looked at the fuel gauge with some interest. Vanellope tsked, She knew he knew what she ment, “Your real name Doofus! No way would anyone call their son as stuiped a name as that”. He growled, “Don`t insult the name!”. Vanellope reacted with a shrug and turned, “Ok! Fine i`ll just go save my kingdom then!”. MagnaKore growled again, “Crona...” He mumbled. Vanellope looked around at him with a innocent “Hmm?”. Crona turned and spoke loudly, “My name`s Crona ok!”. Vanellope took a small jump back in surprise, “Whoa! Tantrum much? Well as you know, Crona” She smiled, It was a nice name she had to admit, “I am Vanellope, President of this game. Listen... I really feel bad about trying to arrest you know you`ve saved me and all.... How about, Listen to me on this, Could we start over?” She reached out a hand, “Friends?”. Crona looked at her and smiled, Befriending her wouldn`t hurt; would it? He shook her hand and she leapt for the exit. “Come on!” She shouted “We have to stop Turbo, Me um… Never mind! We just have to stop him before he takes over the game again!”. Crona just kneeled by the lava pool as she exited and ,within seconds, re-entered. “ He stole my kart...” She sounded un-impressed. Crona nodded as he got up and turned; Putting a canister on his bike, “You have a spare one?” He asked. Vanellope`s reply came quick as a flash, “Yeah, back at the start. Can your half kart-thing get us there?” Crona slid on his helmet and smirked at her, “Don`t ever doubt my bike. I should have just enough fumes in the tank to get us there. Hop on”. She leaped on behind him and pulled on his jacket, “Don`t i need a helmet Waaaaaaah!”. Before she could finish Crona had taken off at the highest speed he could do. On the way She explained everything to him about who Turbo was and how she knew Ralph.
They arrived at the start in record time despite the bike being out of fuel. Crona hit the control panel, “Well! Im out!”. They looked up at the screen in shock, A montage was showing of crashed karts that turbo had forced to crash in his villainous plan! “You`ll have to go on without me for now” Crona ordered “Do your job Mrs President!”. Vanellope jumped out and ran into her stands. After a few moments of an engine revving she emerged from below in her royal racer, she skidded onto the start and took off!
Crona worked on his bike, Looking up at the screen every few moments to check on her progress. Only one icon appeared on the map so it was difficult to say where the real vanellope was. The faker had made it around half the track to a canyon-like area the real Vanellope had already managed to catch up thanks to boost power-ups and was hot on his trail. She shunted her kart into him. The conflicting codes referred him back to his normal look. He growled as he sped up. “I am not going to let you do this again!” He scowled as Vanellope was forced to speed up to be able to pass him. But as she did, He shunted her with force, Pushing her kart through the barrier, shattering it and off the edge. She felt the air suddenly stop as she was ejected from her karts seat. A hand reached out and grabbed her by the back of her jumper, Slightly choking her. She felt someone pull her ups she watched her kart get demolished by the drop. Before she knew it she was sat on the back of a bike. She was surprised the only person with a bike was Crona? But his was... Her thoughts were answered as Crona scolded her again, “Again kid? Seriously? That`s twice now! I told you! Get a knight or something! Oh and by the by you should start using molten cola as a fuel! This stuff is immense!” He pulled on the accelerator and sped up, tailgating Turbo with all precision. As they approached a line of power-ups Vanellope stuck her hand out, “Don`t ask! I’m helping!” She ordered as a box smashed against her hand. “Sweet Seekers!” The announcer’s voice sprang to life. “What now?” Crona asked keeping his eyes on the road. “They`re rockets... You get 3 shots... Good luck Motor head!” She informed him with a smile. Crona was taken back for a moment, did she just call him Motor head? He shrugged it off and shot the first shot, Badly. It missed by metres! Hearing the danger Turbo sped up again. Crona pulled further on the accelerator and fired another shot, this time just missing. “Croooona!” Vanellope whined, “Focus. Come on! I believe in you”. Crona took a deep breathe. This was his final chance, The finish was in sight. He concentrated as Turbo edged closer. He closed his eyes in focus and fired as he opened them. The gumball whistled through the air towards the kart... DIRECT HIT! Turbo uncontrollably skidded out as everything shut down; He shouted angrily. Crona zipped past and crossed the line. He felt his waist become tighter as vanellope hugged him. He applied the air brake and slammed his foot to the ground, performing an emergency stop. He got off and helped Vanellope down. She stumbled for a bit, Not being used to motorbikes meant she was feeling off balance and dizzy. Within a minute all of the official racers had surrounded their president and were making sure if she was ok.
Without speaking Crona left the group, Everyone stared as he made his way towards turbo who was fiddling with the controls and crying like a baby about how unfair it. Feeling a presence, The cy-virus looked up and gulped at Crona who towered over him. The imitating glare off Crona`s goggles frightened him, “Hey, No hard feelings buddy right? You weren`t really bait i swear i...” He awkwardly chuckled as Crona lifted his right arm into the sky. Every one watched in awe as a orange light extended from the device on his wrist creating a sharp curved blade. Crona flung the blade down at Turbo in an attempt to rid the sweet game of him forever however within the last seconds before impact the virus smiled, “Whatever” he sneered. The blade began to impact his helmet as he faded into code and escaped. Crona`s blade slit into the top of the karts seat. He growled an tensed up knowing that Turbo had escaped! He almost went berserk when a small hand touched his lower back. “Calm down Crona” Vanellope quietly hummed as she walked beside him, “You did all you could; at least you got my kart back”. She smiled as she jumped in and re-adjusted the seat. She looked a little annoyed as she did so, “Dammit really!” She mumbled under her breath. When she had finished she looked up at him, “ Hey... Me and the racers need to talk about something. Could you meet me in my castle in a bit?” She asked. Crona nodded as she and the other racers drove of. It was only then he remembered, He had no idea how to get there. He facepalmed.
It took him around an hour to find his way to the castle by himself, He was too proud to ask for directions. He pulled up and parked his bike by the other racers karts, they shouldn`t mind right? He strolled up to and knocked on the door. Vanellope answered it dressed in her royal clothes. “Your late!” She told him off and dragged him into the main hall. The racers were sat at tables either side of the red carpet. Crona looked around as Vanellope sat down in her throne. He smirked, “What is this? Hogwarts? And whats with the clothe cha....” He was stopped when vanellope hushed him and pointed her sceptre at him. “ Now listen up mister! Im the president first, Your friend second! Now explain yourself.” Crona sighed and began to explain his story. How he had stayed in the arcade past closing time because he was afraid of returning home to his father. How a vicious storm had hit that night and so to make him less fearful he had decided to plug in some unplugged games. He told them of the lightning strike that must`ve struck the local electric grid and caused him to black out. He then continued to explain the 6 years he had spent in game central station and how he came across the tales of sugar rush and fix it Felix. “You see i got curious and racing games are my favourite in all honesty!” Crona finished. There was a mumbling over the racers as they discussed their opinions on his story. Vanellope nodded, “Ok... At least we now know. Now kneel!” She ordered. Crona gave her a look of disgust, “What did you just sa...” Vanellope again cut him off, “Just do it”. Crona huffed, rolled his eyes and kneeled. “Close your eyes” She instructed. Crona went again to contradict her but was abruptly stopped by a quick “aup! No”. Crona sighed and closed his eyes. He felt something come over both his shouders. Vanellope snickered, “ And so with the power trusted in me...” Crona resisted the urge to look up, “I knight thee, Sir Crona. Knight of the glitch!” That was it. Crona bolted his head up in surprise, “Say WHAT NOW!”. The racers cheered loudly as Vanellope brang back her sceptre and gave it to sour bill. She glitched forward into her usual clothes and hugged Crona, “Well you said it yourself Nimward! Twice actually, I need a guard or knight. And since you did save me twice today and have nowhere to go... I want you to live here, with us as my knight”. Crona was baffled, “I...i don`t know what to say”. The racers began chanting “Say yes!”. “Y...YES!” Crona smiled. Again the room broke into a party. “Well motor head? I hope you enjoy it here, and may the best racer win!” Vanellope grinned as she winked at him

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Upbeat music echoed though the landscape; Fireworks crackled and erupted into a shower of colour. The sugary scenery of Sugar Rush was alive with movement as racers pulled up to their place at the finish line and parked. The crowd went crazy, Cheering as the racers jumped out and made their way track side by the stands. They stood in front of a large pillar balcony in a huddled group and looked up. A green sphere slowly rose above the barrier holding a microphone as the crowd turned silent. The sour ball sighed before talking in his usual depressed manor, “All hail... The rightful president of sugar rush...” He stopped to sigh again, “ Vanellope Von Schweetz”. At the mention of her name, the curtain was thrust aside and the girl of the moment walked forward elegantly , dressed in royal attire. Taffyta tsked, She hated Vanellope during these moments for she could just be such a show off.”Schweetz, Schweetz,Schweetz...” The crowd repeatedly cried at the appearance of their ruler.Vanellope adjusted the top of her dress and cleared her throat. She tapped the railing with the circular end of her sceptre to quiet down the hyped crowd. “My royal subjects” She announced, rolling her tongue on the R of Royal, “Once again the time is upon us. All of you who have raced today have been brilliant but its time to wipe the board clean and race to see which of you avatars will be representing us on tomorrows roster.” On the giant glass screen images of 9 of the racers faded out and the crowd once again sprang to life with repetitive cheers, This time being “Race, race ,race...!” Vanellope smiled and shook her head lightly, This part of her job never got old. She tapped her sceptre to regain control over the crowd and continued her speech, “ As we know, The race however isn`t free and you require one coin from a previous win to enter” The racers each pulled out one shiny coin; “I know i have one” Vanellope giggled as she pulled out her own coin. “So without further ado....” She pulled on a chain, activating a catapult contraption that came down beside the racers. “...Let the registration begin!” She flung her arms to the sky and the crowd resumed cheering noisily. The racers lined up and one by one they tossed their coin onto the catapult which threw it straight into the golden trophy that stood central on the finish/start line. With each coin ,a box appeared on the board containing a profile shot of the corresponding racer and their name. This would be joined by the masculine voice of the announcer, who would call out the racer signalling them to do their signature action. “Stay sweet~” Taffyta jumped into the air with a spin. “Oh yeah!” Jubileena punched the air and landed in a somewhat cute pose. Vanellope smiled as she watched and waited for every racer to register before her. She always loved being last to enter as it allowed her glitching to play the biggest part to her victory. She threw her coin in and was about to yank the chain again, Thus ending the registration when a ray of reflected sunlight caught her off guard, Blinding her for a moment.
The crowd fell deathly silent as something flew through the air from behind the stands, Creating a near tranquil jingle in its descent. It landed on the catapult as a coin would when its dropped. Vanellope leaned forward, Being careful not to fall, as the catapult automatically activated tossing the unidentified item towards the cup. It bounced of the corner of the cup with a loud `Clink` and was sent into the air. The object fell dead centre into the cup and disintegrated into binary; as all coins were supposed to. All eyes turned to the screen as a new box turned up marked as racer 17. No image for the character was shown and even the announcer didn`t know what to say so just followed the words on screen, “Player!”. A whispered murmur went over the area, A character named player had never been discussed and they didn`t have any updates planned as far as they knew.
“Whata shot!” A new voice came barrelling above the jumbled whispers, creating a new sheet of silence. From behind Vanellope`s stand a young male walked into view from the shadows, chuckling and clapping his hands. Vanellope closed her eyes as she tried to focus on the new arrival but his eyes had been covered by the suns reflection on his goggles. The racers quickly took steps back; Wanting to stay away as much as possible. He stopped and looked up at the screen, a smile came across his face, “Player huh? That`ll never do”. Everyone watched as he lifted up his right arm and brought out a metal device on his wrist to b in front of him. Using his left hand he tapped the device, causing a transparent range plate to materialise and float above it which he then began tapping on. Vanellope suddenly found her voice, “As the President of sugar rush! I...I demand to know who you are, How you got here and why?!” Her words quivered as they left her mouth. She tried to sound as bitter and mean as possible to scare the stranger off This had no effect as the stranger continued to tap away at the screen. Now more confident Vanellope snapped again as she slammed her sceptre to the ground with a furious snap. “Awnser me!” She shouted. This time the stranger reacted, The orange screen minimized as he turned on his heel and looked up at her. He pulled his goggles up onto his forehead, revealing his eyes. They were a dark blue that sent a shiver down Vanellope`s spine as he replied. “Calm down and look at the screen! Or are you blind?” He replied, “The name`s MagnaKore! And i`m here to race!”. On being told a majority of the crowd had looked to the screen as gasped in shock. The box that once read `player` had been replaced with `Magnakore` just as the stranger had said! Even Vanellope was baffled for a moment, How was any of this possible unless...
“You`re not fooling anyone Turbo” Rancis shouted as he pointed. Vanellope gasped again. This was the only way it could make sense! She slammed her sceptre again and called out angrly, Fearing her ; and more importantly her kingdoms; safety. “You got away once turbo but not this time! Guards!”. The stranger looked around in confusion as oreo guards surrounded him. “Awww” He taunted, “You gonna dip yourselves?”. He got a more violent reply than he had expected as a spear jabbed him. “Hey!” He growled, “I guess i over stayed my welcome!” He looked around for an escape in a panic and ran at a guard. He dodged the spear and jumped onto its platform head and leaped over the blockade. He ran for his life in a desperate attempt for freedom. As he ran back behind the stand he jumped onto a motorbike which had left on its stand there waiting for him and revved off. Behind him he could hear Vanellope angrily scold her guards, “Get him! Turbo cannot be allowed to escape! All guards to their karts! Release the hounds! I don`t care! Just catch him!” Magnakore gulped,For whatever reason this girl meant some serious business!
He had been driving for what felt like hours. He smiled as the wind blew through his hair. He felt free, like he had escaped. However that smile was soon wiped from his smug face as a red light flashed and beeped at him. MagnaKore looked at the panel of his bike in disbelief as the fuel gauge mad its last movement. Had he really already ran out of gas! He took a sharp right turn in hopes of finding a place to hide as his bike slowed to a crawl. However he just ended up at a dead end at the base of a mountain, There was no good place to hide that he could see as he sighed angrily, He could hear the engines and dogs approaching from the distance. He began to panic as the karts came into view. He felt something push past behind him and a gust of air but upon turning could see nothing to explain it. A strange noise caught his attention as he turned to the base of the volcano. He watched as the wall was covered by blue lines for a moment that grew and shrunk like a rubbery material. He grabbed the bikes handle bars and ran between the two sugar-free lollipops in a desperate last gambit, Closing his eyes in fear of what may be awaiting him.
He felt a weird sensation come over him, as if he was being sucked up and spat out, as the same noise that originally caught his attention buzzed through his ears. It was only after the buzzing had faded that he decided to open his eyes. He looked down the darkness of the tunnel and forced himself forward, remembering the guards who had been hot on his trail. Exhausted, he wheeled his bike toward the centre of the volcano; Touching the walls as he passed. They were sticky but left a delicious residue that he licked off his hands. He kept having a strange feeling of being watched and would turn around every now and then to watch the entrance he had used. He squinted his eyes as he spied a light ahead, growing brighter the closer he got. However he began to sweat as the temperature rose the close to the light source he wandered. He stopped in front of a sign, stood his bike and looked across the lake of molten liquid that lay before him. Looking down he read the signs. “Diet cola mounted? Beware of falling mentos?” He made a small amused hum as he looked up at the white structure above; Indeed the ceiling of this place was made from mints. He then looked at the structures, “What is this place” He pondered, “Some sort of... Hidden stage?” He turned, eager to get a better bearing and was taken by surprise by a little make-shift bedroom that was embedded into he wall. Someone already lived here!? He quickly looked around in fear of being caught, Maybe that was why he felt as if he was being watched. “H... hello?” he shouted; No reply. He went to let out a large sigh of relief but had to stop half way as the entrance noise played once more combined with the angered scream of a young female. Crona scrambled up the nearest slop and laid down, Hiding out of sight. When he felt it was safe he pulled himself slowly towards the edge and peered over as a girl entered the main cavern. She had her hands on her head as she made her way to the make-shift room and laid down on what could only be described as the bed. She let her arms flump to their sides and looked up. Crona examined the girl, She shared a great resemblance to the girl from the balcony but was wearing casual clothing rather than the dress from before. She was talking to thin air which MagnaKore thought was a little strange but he listened in anyway.She rambled on about her worries about how someone could be plotting against her . Magnakore could guess she ment him from stage one and felt insulted every time she noted him as this Turbo guy! She turned onto her side to face in his direction; he scampered out of sight but she still got up in confusion. He edged forward over the edge again as her footsteps echoed. She stood near his bike and examined it curiously. He rolled onto his back, Damn! Now he was bound to be caught! He laid in the silence and waited for the inevitable. Suddenly for a brief moment she screamed.; He scream was quickly muffled which brought Magnakore up to a kneel as he resumed watching. The girl looked like she had been restrained but by what?. “Hello... GLITCH!” A voice splattered as a Grey skinned characters materialised in behind her, Restraining her and covering her mouth; “Its time for revenge!” He kept a tight grip on her as he pushed her up the other slope which lead higher. MagnaKore growled as he watched, being cautious not to be seen. The attacker stopped at the broken part of the slope and released her with a push, “Goodbye Schweetz!”The attacker laughed. Crona gasped quietly, so she was the same girl? So why was a royal living i such a.... He had no time to think as Vanellope stumbled of the edge and grabbed onto the edge, dangling above the cola pit bellow.” Turbo! I knew it was you! But how!” Vanellope sneered. Turbo laughed, “Oh but it wasn`t me” He turned to Magnakore and grinned, “Thank you for being bait! It really helped.”. MagnaKore jumped up and took steps back. He look terrified as he saw the horror of Vanellope`s face. He turned and ran. “As for me being here...thanks to you and Ralph I`m a virus remember! Turbo the most powerful cy-virus in existence” His voice was still bitter and sour as he spat. “Y..you`ll never get away with this! Ralph will wreck you out of the code when he finds out!” Vanellope threatened, Her voice trembling in her own doubt. Turbo laughed at her futile attempts “Pathetic! Since in a matter of mere seconds you`ll be nothing but fire wall” He stopped to laugh again, “Besides...”. He used a claw on his slightly mutated hand to cut her cheek. Her muscles tensed as she held on for dear life. Turbo licked the blood and instantly began to change. His physique became more feminine and long black hair replaced his helmet.”..Im just fine!Ever wonder how i took your fathers appaerence?” He asked as the transformation progressed; Not only his appearance but also his voice. Soon standing over Vanellope.... was herself?! Vanellope shouted in pain as the fake her stamped on one of her hands, leaving her holding on by the other. “Well i have a race to go win and a code to re-program. Tata~” The fake Vanellope laughed manically as he walked away. From outside, she could hear Turbo steal her kart and drive off. She turned her focus back to trying to hold on but her palms were sweaty and she was losing grip. She held on for as long as possible but screamed as her muscles gave way and she tumbled towards her fiery demise. Her life stared to flash before her eyes but a sudden jolt stopped them dead in their tracks. “Vanellope!” A voice called. Opening her eyes and looking up Vanellope focused on the stranger. “Y..you returned?” She whispered. “Hang on! I`ll pull you up!” MagnaKore spoke with a sense or urgency in his voice as he pulled her onto stable ground. Vanellope stayed on all fours breathing heavily. She looked up to see Magnakore with an open hand for her. “T...thank you” She shyly thanked him as she took his offer and got pulled up. He scorned her as she brushed herself down, “You need to be more careful, Royalty should have bodyguards for that EXACT reason! You ok kid?”. Vanellope gave him an angered look, who was he to tell her to be careful. She broke into a smile as she replied. “Im fine thanks to you, Honestly thanks for saving my butt there from becoming a burnt cookie!”
He walked down the slope and to his bike which he examined carefully. Vanellope hopped down nearby. He didn`t seem intresseted in conversation but Vanellope need to know so much more, “So... Um sorry about thinking you were turbo!” She scratched her back, “But i haven`t seen you around these parts before, So I guess your new? What`s your name?” He rotated his head slightly and replied, “Are you suffering memory loss too! The name`s MagnaKore”. Agitation was peaked in his voice as he got up and looked at the fuel gauge with some interest. Vanellope tsked, She knew he knew what she ment, “Your real name Doofus! No way would anyone call their son as stuiped a name as that”. He growled, “Don`t insult the name!”. Vanellope reacted with a shrug and turned, “Ok! Fine i`ll just go save my kingdom then!”. MagnaKore growled again, “Crona...” He mumbled. Vanellope looked around at him with a innocent “Hmm?”. Crona turned and spoke loudly, “My name`s Crona ok!”. Vanellope took a small jump back in surprise, “Whoa! Tantrum much? Well as you know, Crona” She smiled, It was a nice name she had to admit, “I am Vanellope, President of this game. Listen... I really feel bad about trying to arrest you know you`ve saved me and all.... How about, Listen to me on this, Could we start over?” She reached out a hand, “Friends?”. Crona looked at her and smiled, Befriending her wouldn`t hurt; would it? He shook her hand and she leapt for the exit. “Come on!” She shouted “We have to stop Turbo, Me um… Never mind! We just have to stop him before he takes over the game again!”. Crona just kneeled by the lava pool as she exited and ,within seconds, re-entered. “ He stole my kart...” She sounded un-impressed. Crona nodded as he got up and turned; Putting a canister on his bike, “You have a spare one?” He asked. Vanellope`s reply came quick as a flash, “Yeah, back at the start. Can your half kart-thing get us there?” Crona slid on his helmet and smirked at her, “Don`t ever doubt my bike. I should have just enough fumes in the tank to get us there. Hop on”. She leaped on behind him and pulled on his jacket, “Don`t i need a helmet Waaaaaaah!”. Before she could finish Crona had taken off at the highest speed he could do. On the way She explained everything to him about who Turbo was and how she knew Ralph.
They arrived at the start in record time despite the bike being out of fuel. Crona hit the control panel, “Well! Im out!”. They looked up at the screen in shock, A montage was showing of crashed karts that turbo had forced to crash in his villainous plan! “You`ll have to go on without me for now” Crona ordered “Do your job Mrs President!”. Vanellope jumped out and ran into her stands. After a few moments of an engine revving she emerged from below in her royal racer, she skidded onto the start and took off!
Crona worked on his bike, Looking up at the screen every few moments to check on her progress. Only one icon appeared on the map so it was difficult to say where the real vanellope was. The faker had made it around half the track to a canyon-like area the real Vanellope had already managed to catch up thanks to boost power-ups and was hot on his trail. She shunted her kart into him. The conflicting codes referred him back to his normal look. He growled as he sped up. “I am not going to let you do this again!” He scowled as Vanellope was forced to speed up to be able to pass him. But as she did, He shunted her with force, Pushing her kart through the barrier, shattering it and off the edge. She felt the air suddenly stop as she was ejected from her karts seat. A hand reached out and grabbed her by the back of her jumper, Slightly choking her. She felt someone pull her ups she watched her kart get demolished by the drop. Before she knew it she was sat on the back of a bike. She was surprised the only person with a bike was Crona? But his was... Her thoughts were answered as Crona scolded her again, “Again kid? Seriously? That`s twice now! I told you! Get a knight or something! Oh and by the by you should start using molten cola as a fuel! This stuff is immense!” He pulled on the accelerator and sped up, tailgating Turbo with all precision. As they approached a line of power-ups Vanellope stuck her hand out, “Don`t ask! I’m helping!” She ordered as a box smashed against her hand. “Sweet Seekers!” The announcer’s voice sprang to life. “What now?” Crona asked keeping his eyes on the road. “They`re rockets... You get 3 shots... Good luck Motor head!” She informed him with a smile. Crona was taken back for a moment, did she just call him Motor head? He shrugged it off and shot the first shot, Badly. It missed by metres! Hearing the danger Turbo sped up again. Crona pulled further on the accelerator and fired another shot, this time just missing. “Croooona!” Vanellope whined, “Focus. Come on! I believe in you”. Crona took a deep breathe. This was his final chance, The finish was in sight. He concentrated as Turbo edged closer. He closed his eyes in focus and fired as he opened them. The gumball whistled through the air towards the kart... DIRECT HIT! Turbo uncontrollably skidded out as everything shut down; He shouted angrily. Crona zipped past and crossed the line. He felt his waist become tighter as vanellope hugged him. He applied the air brake and slammed his foot to the ground, performing an emergency stop. He got off and helped Vanellope down. She stumbled for a bit, Not being used to motorbikes meant she was feeling off balance and dizzy. Within a minute all of the official racers had surrounded their president and were making sure if she was ok.
Without speaking Crona left the group, Everyone stared as he made his way towards turbo who was fiddling with the controls and crying like a baby about how unfair it. Feeling a presence, The cy-virus looked up and gulped at Crona who towered over him. The imitating glare off Crona`s goggles frightened him, “Hey, No hard feelings buddy right? You weren`t really bait i swear i...” He awkwardly chuckled as Crona lifted his right arm into the sky. Every one watched in awe as a orange light extended from the device on his wrist creating a sharp curved blade. Crona flung the blade down at Turbo in an attempt to rid the sweet game of him forever however within the last seconds before impact the virus smiled, “Whatever” he sneered. The blade began to impact his helmet as he faded into code and escaped. Crona`s blade slit into the top of the karts seat. He growled an tensed up knowing that Turbo had escaped! He almost went berserk when a small hand touched his lower back. “Calm down Crona” Vanellope quietly hummed as she walked beside him, “You did all you could; at least you got my kart back”. She smiled as she jumped in and re-adjusted the seat. She looked a little annoyed as she did so, “Dammit really!” She mumbled under her breath. When she had finished she looked up at him, “ Hey... Me and the racers need to talk about something. Could you meet me in my castle in a bit?” She asked. Crona nodded as she and the other racers drove of. It was only then he remembered, He had no idea how to get there. He facepalmed.
It took him around an hour to find his way to the castle by himself, He was too proud to ask for directions. He pulled up and parked his bike by the other racers karts, they shouldn`t mind right? He strolled up to and knocked on the door. Vanellope answered it dressed in her royal clothes. “Your late!” She told him off and dragged him into the main hall. The racers were sat at tables either side of the red carpet. Crona looked around as Vanellope sat down in her throne. He smirked, “What is this? Hogwarts? And whats with the clothe cha....” He was stopped when vanellope hushed him and pointed her sceptre at him. “ Now listen up mister! Im the president first, Your friend second! Now explain yourself.” Crona sighed and began to explain his story. How he had stayed in the arcade past closing time because he was afraid of returning home to his father. How a vicious storm had hit that night and so to make him less fearful he had decided to plug in some unplugged games. He told them of the lightning strike that must`ve struck the local electric grid and caused him to black out. He then continued to explain the 6 years he had spent in game central station and how he came across the tales of sugar rush and fix it Felix. “You see i got curious and racing games are my favourite in all honesty!” Crona finished. There was a mumbling over the racers as they discussed their opinions on his story. Vanellope nodded, “Ok... At least we now know. Now kneel!” She ordered. Crona gave her a look of disgust, “What did you just sa...” Vanellope again cut him off, “Just do it”. Crona huffed, rolled his eyes and kneeled. “Close your eyes” She instructed. Crona went again to contradict her but was abruptly stopped by a quick “aup! No”. Crona sighed and closed his eyes. He felt something come over both his shouders. Vanellope snickered, “ And so with the power trusted in me...” Crona resisted the urge to look up, “I knight thee, Sir Crona. Knight of the glitch!” That was it. Crona bolted his head up in surprise, “Say WHAT NOW!”. The racers cheered loudly as Vanellope brang back her sceptre and gave it to sour bill. She glitched forward into her usual clothes and hugged Crona, “Well you said it yourself Nimward! Twice actually, I need a guard or knight. And since you did save me twice today and have nowhere to go... I want you to live here, with us as my knight”. Crona was baffled, “I...i don`t know what to say”. The racers began chanting “Say yes!”. “Y...YES!” Crona smiled. Again the room broke into a party. “Well motor head? I hope you enjoy it here, and may the best racer win!” Vanellope grinned as she winked at him