As the days went by, so did the peace. The racers continued to play their parts as the gamers from Litwak's arcade continued to come in. At this point, Mr. Muttonfudge knew Turbo wouldn't dare try to attack Sugar Rush at a time like this. If he wanted Sugar Rush out of order, he would've made his appearance in front of the gamers a long time ago. No, Turbo was after something else.

A chill went down his aged spine. Deep down, Mr. Muttonfudge knew the truth about his old friend's intentions. Although the peace was secured for their game during opening hours, strange things started happening to the ones around them.

"Mr. Litwak! The game is busted!" a child called out from the noises of the arcade.

A kind, old man, with his striped uniform, strolled his way over to the boy.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked as he leaned forward, squinting his eyes at the Asteroids game screen.

"Something red started flashing on the ship and then the ship disappeared," the boy answered.

Mr. Litwak motioned the boy to the side as he tried to fix the game. But no matter what he did, nothing happened. What's worse, the game couldn't even end, because there was no ship to destroy.

"Well, here's your quarter back young man, I'll see if I can get this old thing working tomorrow. If not, well, it looks like it's time for this old timer to go", Mr. Litwak said sadly.

As he continued his casual stroll, a girl started calling his name. "Mr. Litwak! Something's wrong with this game!"

"Another one?" He thought to himself. There were always times when a game would break down on him, but two in one day? "What's wrong sweetheart?" he asked the girl politely.

"There aren't any centipedes or spiders to shoot at", she replied.

Mr. Litwak looked at the screen. Indeed, there was the ship and the obstacles, but no creatures in sight.

"They were there a minute ago, but then the centipede and spider started flashing red and went off the screen", the girl added.

More red flashing? Mr. Litwak didn't like it. If he didn't know any better, it sounded like the games had caught a virus. But viruses can't travel to different games like this. The only connection the games had with each other was their electrical cords through the power bar, and viruses couldn't travel through there. Or so he thought.

As Mr. Litwak returned the quarter to the little girl, a small blue light emanated from the electrical cord of the Centipede game. No one noticed as it made its way towards the power bar. Along with Turbo and the king, their new creepy crawly allies followed closely behind, eyes glowing red.

Turbo was laughing joyously as he felt the cool, gentle breeze wash through his face. "Well done, kingy! Well done! That's two more in addition to our army, and two games out of the arcade to boot!"

The king simply nodded as he continued looking unhappily towards the ever-growing hole that gave entrance to the breathtaking station.

"Hey, how can I enjoy my own victory if you're being such a stick in the mud!" Turbo yelled flamboyantly, his good mood slightly fading.

"It doesn't make sense", the king began.

Make sense? Turbo thought quietly to himself. He was supposed to be a mindless, killing machine! Nothing to him was supposed to make sense! "Go on", Turbo urged, curious as to what he had to say.

"It doesn't make sense that I'm a full grown man and I can't remember a thing before meeting you in that weird looking forest."

Turbo began to smile. "You know why you can't remember anything?" he asked a-matter-of-factly.

The king looked his way, listening intently.

"It's because those fools that were with us were trying to kill you." he smoothly lied. "But instead, they were only able to tear out your memory files before I intervened."

"But I don't even know them. Wh-"

"Tell me, kingy, how you feel when you see them?" Turbo asked, cutting him off. "Your memories may have been stolen, but the emotional circuitry that preserves your emotional bond with every sprite you've encountered in the past is still intact."

"I feel," the king thought carefully as he reflected upon the feelings he experienced not too long ago in the red and white woods. "I feel angry when I see them. It makes my code boil inside." The virus' claws began to clench the metal bars of the train.

Turbo mentally gave a sigh of relief. Even though the king's perceptive skills were intact, the virus' control over his rage was still holding strong.

Turbo looked at the king in mocked concern. "My friend, if you help me succeed in taking our army upon them, not only will I get you your memories, I will give you the chance to bring your justice down upon them."

The king looked on ahead as the train began to slow. A menacing smile slowly grew on his lips.

"Deal."

Pepper stood waiting at the entrance, signaling to the two that the coast was clear.

A roaring fire lit a cozy room, casting the walls with the gentle flickers of dancing flames. Books were stacked high and spread over across the floor, the aftermath of what had been a long and fulfilling journey on his quest for knowledge and wisdom. Mr. Muttonfudge sat on his chair; it's cushions gently pressing against the backside of his tiresome body.

Memories of the forgotten past began to resurface. All the times they had trained. All the times they had pushed themselves tirelessly to become the masters of their craft. They discussed everything from ideas, strategies, techniques, kart maintenance, and more to further polish and perfect the art of racing. Everyday was a new and exciting discovery. Everyday, they could feel the raw power attained from their newfound knowledge.

Mr. Muttonfudge's expression saddened. Everything had changed when the new Road Blasters game entered the arcade.

"Hey! Leave my racers alone!" a young Turbo yelled angrily.

The racers from Road Blasters laughed as they took one of the helmets from Turbo's fellow racers.

"You want this?" one of them held out the helmet to the frightened group.

Turbo eyed him dangerously.

He admitted he always acted cocky when defeating his colleagues at Turbo Time, but his intentions were always good-natured and never hurtful. Turbo's colleague was afraid, but shakily began to reach out for his helmet. His fingertips were just out of reach when the hurtful racer pulled it back, spat in it, and threw it to the side.

"Go pick it up", he said tauntingly.

Turbo's yellow eyes flashed as his hatred for them boiled his code. He could take it if they were picking on him, but bullying his friends? He would have none of it! He began to move forward, fists clenched. He didn't care if they were bigger than him. Letting them get away with hurting his friends was too humiliating for him to bear.

A hand firmly grasped his arm, holding him back. Turbo turned to meet the gaze of Malty.

"This isn't the way Turbo. You're better than this", Malty tried to reason with him, concern in his eyes.

Turbo could still hear the laughter insult him through the air, but Malty's calm demeanor began to lower his temper. He looked towards his pale group, humiliation and vulnerability in their eyes. "Let's go home."

They all abided quietly as they turned and began heading back to their safe home of Turbo Time. Malty looked spitefully at the racers, then concernedly at Turbo.

"Don't worry buddy. Soon everyone will know how much of a jerk those guys really are. They'll get what's coming to them." Malty said, trying to cheer up his friend.

"I'll make sure of that", Turbo whispered, too quiet for Malty to hear.

Later in the opening hours of Litwak's Arcade, two gamers began playing the popular Road Blasters game, a small, blue light began making its way to the game's electrical cord. The racer that spat in the helmet earlier was currently being controlled as the gamers directed his movements on screen.

"The graphics are so real!" one the boys yelled excitedly.

The racer grinned at this. Little doubt did he have that him and his boys would soon be the biggest stars of the arcade. It was going to be sweet.

"Turbotastic!"

The player jolted from his daydream as he looked through his front view window. A man, with his white helmet and signature red 'T', could be seen driving over the road.

"Turbo!?" the player thought loudly.

"What's he doing in our game!? Has he lost his mind? He's going to get us unplugged if this keeps up!" the hurtful racer said in shock.

Unbeknownst to him, that was exactly what Turbo's planned. Anger had filled his heart at the intolerable amount of disrespect his colleagues had so unfairly received. It hurt seeing how vulnerable they were. It was like kicking a puppy when it's already down. It's horrifying!

Anger fuelled Turbo's soul and his kart as he continued driving across the road, just in front of the controlled player so the gamers could see. "Turbotastic!"

Several times his actions forced the insensitive racer's car to hit a tree.

"Turbotastic!"

Several times he made the car explode into a heaping ball of fire, knowing full well that the pathetic excuse of a racer was still inside. A sadistic smile formed his lips as his yellow eyes began to grow cold.

"Mr. Litwak!" one of the kids waved to the keeper of the arcade.

Upon seeing the visage of Turbo on the Road Blasters screen, Mr. Litwak began making his way to Turbo Time. The smiling features of Turbo immediate dropped to one of dead, cold fear. Mr. Litwak was checking up on his game!

Turbo revved his engine hard as he began making his way towards Game Central Station, his heart beating wildly in panic. "Hold on guys, I'm coming!"

The characters in Turbo Time looked up in fear as Mr. Litwak inserted a coin. Turbo wasn't there. They all looked at each other in understanding to stick with the program and continued with their routines. Their eyes glanced at the screen from time to time. Fear gripped their hearts as a frustrated Mr. Litwak handled the seemingly broken controls.

Turbo could see the light at the end of the tunnel, marking the entrance to Game Central Station. "Just a bit longer!" Concern gripped his beating heart. He could not let them down. He was almost there.

Mr. Litwak pulled an orange paper from the side and brought it down on the screen, striking fear into all their hearts.

"We're out of order" one of the racers spoke in disbelief.

Panic began to ensue in the racing game. What were they going to do! Where was Turbo? "Everyone! Abandon ship! ABANDON SHIP!"

All the racers began making their way to the exit back to Game Central Station, each trying to carry as many non-racing characters as they could. The streets exploded with havoc. Children cried as their parents placed them in the awaiting racing karts, promising them that they would be close behind. The racers nearby saddened. They knew what the parents did they did out of love. This was their goodbye.

"Everyone, out NOW!" All the racers revved their engines as they headed towards the exit, their tires echoing in the long dark tunnel.

Turbo rocketed through from the tunnel of Road Blasters as the warm light of the station was brought down upon him. He was back. He sharply drifted, directing his kart straight towards the entrance of his game.

Something was horribly wrong. Sounds of metal clashing echoed in the cavities of Game Central Station. The plug that connected the station to his world was receding.

"No…No!" Turbo accelerated, going as fast as his kart would let him. Mr. Litwak was pulling their plug! He could hear engines revving as small, white figures began zipping their way from inside the tunnel. His fellow racers!

Closer and closer Turbo came to the entrance. He had to be with his family again. He needed to be with his family again! He could see their eyes light up as their leader graced their views. Concern was all that was on Turbo's face. He was so close.

A blue light shot out from the border, covering the entrance in its protective glow. Turbo was going too fast. He smashed right into the blue, transparent wall, only to be shot backwards, crashing into a nearby bench. The Surge Protector came rising from the ground, his eyes widened in horror at the people left trapped inside the tunnel.

Turbo drew his head up wearily, still trying to center himself from the crash. His consciousness forced himself to concentrate as his eyes met with that of his racers. Fear gripped his heart. He could hear their screaming. He could hear them crying his name for help. Turbo ran over to the blue officer.

"Surge! What are you doing!? We need to let them in!" Turbo cried, tears streaking down his scared features.

Surge only looked down in guilt. "I-I can't. I don't have control over the security of this station when the plug has been pulled too far. It's all run automatically now."

Turbo turned back to his fellow racers in panic. His hands pressed hard against the blue walls.

Children were crying and trembling. They were being pulled back into the game. Gravity began to conquer as one by one they were propelled back into the tunnel. The racers watched sadly as Turbo and the warm light of the station began to fade. Turbo was banging his hands on the walls. They could not hear it, but they could see him screaming.

"NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOO-"