Author's Notes: Honestly, I don't know if anyone is going to read this fic or not. I don't know how popular Wreck-It Ralph is on this site, and this is the first and probably only time I'll write a fic for it. Then again I said that about Transformers and ended up writing 47 and counting, so who knows? If you're reading, then let me know how I'm doing and whether or not you want this story to be completed. Also, the twins from Turbo Time don't have canon names, so I searched the Internet to find the fan names I liked best. I went with Choke and Dagger. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this Wreck-It Ralph fanfic and please remember to leave a review :)

Chapter 1

The New Cabinet

Mr. Litwak couldn't believe his luck. He had been going to this auction every Friday night for 10 years, but he had never seen anyone sell an arcade cabinet there before, let alone one that was such a classic. It had belonged to a private collector that had sadly passed away, and Mr. Litwak won the bid at a low price and was going to give it a new home in his arcade.

He looked over the condition of his new prize and saw that it was pristine. He smiled when he remembered having a game just like this many years ago. It had been so popular back then, but he wondered if that would still be true now.

Some would think Mr. Litwak a nostalgic man considering his job was to run an arcade, but that couldn't be further from the truth. His customer base consisted of happy young children, excited teens, and young at heart adults; all looking for the most fun they could get out of their spare change. He wouldn't buy a game just because he liked it, no. He had a business to run and needed to ensure quality. So he turned on the cabinet and began to play, just to make sure this purchase was worth his money...

...

QUARTER ALERT! QUARTER ALERT!

The game's lights flashed as the players rushed to get their gear on and leap into their cars. This was what they had been trained for, and they were ready. It was time for yet another intense race.

"About bleeping time!" One of the sprites shouted, "It's been two weeks!"

"Uh guys, who is that?" Another one stared up at the screen even as he grabbed the steering wheel of his car.

"What the-? Where's Jerry?" A third racer asked incredulously, "He can't do this to us! Jerry's been our player for over 30 years! Where is he?"

"What are you complaining about?" The first character griped, "I'm the player avatar, remember?"

"It's the end of the world, I just know it!" The second one whined, "Jerry's gone, and now some weird old guy is gonna play us!"

"Get your head back in the game!" The first one barked as the lights came on the track and they got into position, "It's go time, and we're not gonna mess this up just because the rules of the game have changed."

...

Litwak meanwhile watched as the arcade turned on with perfect clarity, and the racers appeared on the screen. He hit the start button, and was pleased to hear the punchy voice of the early 80s game character as he spouted his catchphrase...

"Turbotastic!"

Wreck-It Ralph sat in his usual chair at the Bad Anon meeting as the others shared their stories of both successes and failures in their roles as bad guys. He had been going to these meetings for a while now, and it really helped him with his feelings about his job. He wasn't nearly as depressed as he used to be, and on those days when he couldn't hang out with Vanellope going to Bad Anon was a comfort. He couldn't imagine what his life would be like without the support he got from her and from his new friends.

It was still a lot for him to think about everything he had gone through when he first met Vanellope Von Schweetz. Back then all he wanted was to be a good guy and win a medal. He thought what he wanted was glory, but the truth was all he wanted was to be appreciated. He thought there was nothing wrong with going Turbo, but then he got to see firsthand what that kind of selfishness did to a character.

Sometimes Ralph would have nightmares about it, though he didn't tell anyone; not even the other bad guys at Bad Anon. He would dream about Cybugs, about Turbo, and about Vanellope glitching out of existence. For some reason the dreams never involved King Candy. It was always Turbo. The scariest dream Ralph ever had though was the one where he was surrounded by Turbos, only for Sour Bill to hold up a mirror and reveal that Ralph was also Turbo!

Deep down Ralph knew why that dream bothered him. It was because that was what he almost became. By game jumping he nearly destroyed his own game, just like Turbo destroyed two games by jumping and nearly destroyed Sugar Rush in his mad lust for power. Having a dump for a house and Gene for a neighbor didn't seem so bad when compared to what might have been.

"...And that is why Zangief has to buy root beer via takeout only from Tapper's from now on," Zangief finished his story, and only then did Ralph stop daydreaming.

"Um, thank you Zangief for that very...enlightening story," Clyde replied as politely as he could, "Next up is Dr. Robotnik. Dr.?"

"Ah yes, my week was pretty good actually," Dr. Robotnik shared with the group, "I took the group's advice to reach out and try to make friends within my own game, and as it turns out Knuckles isn't as big of a jerk as I thought. We grabbed some candy in Sugar Rush, and then messed up the music selections in Dance Dance Revolution! Oh it was hysterical! Hoo hoo hoo!"

"Ragh! That was you!?" Zombie asked indignantly, "Me want to dance to All Star, but me get Barbie Girl instead!"

The entire group laughed, and Zombie tried his best to frown at them, but part of his lower jaw came off. Ralph cringed because he was sitting right next to Zombie when it happened, and couldn't help but watch as Zombie picked his jaw up off the ground.

"I'm glad you found a friend within Sonic The Fighters," Clyde said diplomatically; ignoring the growling and gurgling Zombie, "Up next I would invite- Oh, it seems we have two new members joining us today."

Everyone turned to see who had come into Bad Anon, and about half the group gasped when they saw who it was. Ralph's code ran cold when he realized they were here. How could this be happening? They were gone! They had been gone for a long time, so how could it be?

"Greetings, fellow antagonists!" One of the identical grey characters clad in blue jumpsuits exclaimed.

"I'm Choke," The other one introduced itself.

"And I'm Dagger!" The first one shouted gleefully, "And we're..."

"The Terror Twins!" They yelled out together and they did an identical hand jive pose.

Yes, Ralph remembered these two all too well. They were the other two racer NPCs from Turbo Time, and Turbo's arch rivals in-game. These two couldn't be here though. Their game got unplugged nearly 20 years ago. They were gone, but then again everyone thought Turbo was gone. Wait, Turbo was gone, wasn't he?

"You must be the bad guys from the new arcade cabinet," Clyde greeted them kindly, making Ralph wonder how that little orange ghost could be so calm, "Would you like to sit down? Maybe introduce yourselves to the rest of the group?"

The two looked at him, but then Dagger quickly grabbed Choke's arm and pointed to the refreshment table.

"Donuts!" They shouted in unison as they zipped over to scarf down as many donuts as they could shove into their greedy mouths.

"Mm...Mmm! These are great!" Dagger exclaimed joyfully, "In our game we don't have food power-ups. Only gas cans."

"You guys eat gas cans?" M. Bison asked them disgustedly.

"No, the gas cans are for our cars," Choke replied with an eye roll, "We don't get anything for ourselves because in Turbo Time the only thing that matters is the car."

"Well, and the player," Dagger added sheepishly, "At least in Turbo's case."

"Uh, how exactly did you guys get in here?" Ralph asked; no longer able to hide his curiosity and confusion.

"Jerry left us! Waaaah!" Dagger cried pixelated tears as he shouted, "Now anybody with quarters in their pocket can play Turbo Time, and it stinks!"

"Yeah, we're actually winning for a change," Choke added, "Do you know how hard Turbo is to live with when he loses? I haven't seen him this cranky since that one time the game cut off when he was receiving the trophy. You guys get it, right? Good guys are so fussy when they lose."

"I know Mario is," Bowser shrugged, "That guy is such a primadonna."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Ralph interjected, "Turbo? As in, Turbo is here?"

Choke and Dagger looked at each other as if to say 'can you believe this guy?', before Choke fielded the question.

"No, Andross. We killed Turbo and took his place. That's why we look so much like him," Choke replied sarcastically, "Seriously, do you have a glitch or something? You can't have a game without the hero. No Turbo, no Turbo Time. Yeesh, it's like talking to the engine block."

"Don't be so mean, Choke," Dagger chided his twin, "We need these guys. We live in an arcade now, and we're going to have to deal with other games. You should be more like Turbo and put yourself out there more."

Choke sighed audibly and shook his head sadly. The characters from Turbo Time had belonged to an owner that only had one arcade game; theirs. Jerry had been a collector of Turbo Time merchandise, had played the game at least once a week for 30 years, and was the reason the three Turbo Time characters responded to the quarter alert every single time. There had been no other games, no distractions. There was only racing, Turbo, Choke, Dagger, and Jerry. Now there was so much more to get used to.

"I apologize to you," Choke finally said to Ralph, "Let's restart this conversation from level one. Hello fellow bad guy, my name is Choke. This is Dagger. What is your name?"

"Wreck-It Ralph," Ralph replied irritably; trying to hide his growing unease, "Now, what I meant to ask is when was the last time you saw Turbo?"

"A few minutes ago," Dagger supplied helpfully, "He was going to the power strip to meet the other game characters. Hey wait, is that a cherry I see?"

Dagger stopped talking to eat the cherry, and Choke sat down next to M. Bison. He looked uncomfortable since most of the other bad guys were big and mean looking. He knew he and Dagger looked kind of creepy, but to be fair so did Turbo. They were in way over their level here.

Ralph could feel the 1s and 0s in his stomach churn. Turbo was back. Turbo was loose in the arcade somewhere, and he might try to hurt Vanellope or the other game characters! He ran out of Bad Anon without so much as a goodbye, determined to stop Turbo before something bad happened.

Turbo drove around the hub of the power strip as slowly as he could. There were sprites everywhere! Turbo had never seen so many game characters before, and it was a little overwhelming. He also noticed that many of the other sprites were trying to get away from him, and he wondered why they were being so unfriendly.

He stopped to take in his surroundings, and noticed that there were display screens with a blue rodent on them giving instructions.

"Remember to leave other games' power-ups where you found them," Sonic's PSA screen told everyone, "Because stealing is no good. Also remember to take power-ups from your own game with you when you leave to visit other games. Remember, if you die outside your game, you don't regenerate. Ever. Gave over."

"Never regenerate?" Turbo asked himself worriedly, "That sounds terrible! Maybe that's why nobody wants to talk to me out here. Maybe I could make friends if I went inside a game so nobody would have to worry. So, which game should I start with?"

Turbo drove slowly around the him to ensure he wouldn't hit anyone as he read off the different games available to visit.

"Hm, Fix-It Felix Jr., Street Fighter, Sonic The Fighters, Hero's Duty...Goodness there are a lot of fighting games," Turbo commented to himself, "Okay let's see...Dance Dance Revolution, Dig Dug, Super Mario Bros., Tapper, Sugar Rush, hey wait! Sugar Rush! Either that's a game about catching falling candy, or it's a racing game with a candy theme. Either way I'm hungry, so maybe they'll share."

Turbo decided then that Sugar Rush was a safe and fun option for introducing himself to the wider gaming world, so he drove right in to see what he would find. Little did he realize that he wouldn't like what he would find in there...