Thought I might give it another try. Just as before, I don't own Turbo, or WIR. But I do own Mellony.

Has anyone ever asked you, if there was one thing you could go back and do again, would you? And what if that 'one thing' was something that most would shrink away from, probably praise whatever gave them that second chance to change their mistake?

I've been asked it, plenty of times before. And each time, I always say the same thing. Always give the same answer. Some understand my choice, some don't. There are always more questions after, no matter who had asked me. It's, strange getting so much attention. Even after everything is all said and done. And in the end…

Well, that would spoil the whole story, wouldn't it?

This is my story. It's his story too. Or, perhaps I should say, their story. Confused yet? Let's see if I can perhaps shed some light on your questions. I'll do my best of course. I mean, I am only nine after all.

There are, holes, in my memory at times. Events that never, coded properly. Instead, someone else will tell you just what happened. Together, perhaps we can, can, convey, yes, convey, that's the word. Thank you. Convey, what all happened. Ready?

Turbo-Tastic!

Alright, so perhaps allowing her new friends to convince her traverse the vast Candy Cane forest alone in search of "Ghost Bugs" wasn't the, best idea. Though, at the time it had seemed like such an interesting thought.

Ghost Cybugs, hiding deep within the forest away from where any racer or citizen could see them. Waiting in the shadows for their leader to return from his, boiling grave, and help them rise up once more to destroy the sugary paradise once and for all.

A load of candy apples, really, more so a teasing prank for the newcomer to go through as a sort of 'initiation' beyond winning her first roster race, officially making her a true Sugar Rushian. The sproutling didn't mind, it was all in good fun after all.

Her arrival had been, certainly unexpected, but warmly received. A new character, a new racer to add to the always alternating roster, added during a minor software update to the game. Apparently, some of the game designers thought that simply having a mellow crème pumpkin character wasn't enough, so they decided to add another based off of candy watermelon slices, and just watermelon in general; claiming it to be a 'Summertime Sweet'. Not that she was complaining. She loved the way she looked, braids and all.

The president had been very welcome and excited, really, to see a new face added to the roster. A new friend to have fun with, to race against, and to get into all sorts of strange and quirky situations. The first of such times being her very introduction. She hadn't spawned until the first racer after the update reached a certain score and won the race they achieved that score. Then, they were congratulated on unlocking the new character, and given a free round to try her out. Needless to say, Sugar Rush fans certainly had a time with her when they found out about her. Thankfully, the attention didn't last too long, before she was considered a regular to the gamers and they returned their affections to the other top racers: Taffyta Muttonfudge, Rancis Fluggerbutter, Candlehead, Jubileena Bing-Bing, and of course, President Vanellope von Schweetz. Truthfully, she was sort of glad the gamer's attentions had been redirected. Being in the spotlight wasn't really her thing. Oh she loved racing, very much so. It flowed through her code just as much as the others, but overall attention was something she didn't covet.

With a light sigh, she allowed her own attention to return to the task at hand. She had to have been in the middle of the forest by now. Had to be. She'd been walking since the Roster Race had been finished for the next day. Surely it had been hours. At least no one could tell her she didn't try. Another few feet and she'd turn back.

"Ahh, lass, you really need te learn te just say no. There's nothing out here but candy-"

The sharp sound of static cut her off, making her jump in surprise. She recognized the sound well, even after such a short time. It was the sound of pixels ripping apart into separate entities before fusing back together again. In other words, glitching. But, the only one whom could glitch on command was the President, and she most certainly wouldn't be all the way out there. Would she?

Pain. Hide. Heal. Eat. Kill. Consume. Dest-no…no! None of that, certainly not! That's certainly not how he should act. Never. Why, what would they think of him if they saw him acting so? They'd never respect him again!

Respect…Respect…gone. Forgotten. Too late. Can't take it back. Not after everything he had done.

His first thought was right, pain was indeed something that was coursing through him. And for every bought of pain, there was a sharp static correspondence to it. He knew that sound. He knew it well. Though his eyes remained closed, a heavy scowl marred his features, sharp teeth barring and gnashing together. He couldn't be…It just wasn't possible!

As if to simply plague him, to taunt his very denial, a hard shudder shot through him, swiftly followed by most of his code returning to millions of 1's and 0's before stitching together again; leaving him gasping, near writhing on the hard ground beneath him.

Curse that damned warthog! If he had never lost that cursed medal, if he had never WANTED that medal, Sugar Rush would still be mine! The entire arcade could have been mine in time! The second I see that little cretin again, I'll personally make sure she's never able to respawn again!

Now see here, I won't allow you to lay a hand on my daughter, do you understand me! My little gumdrop is the rightful princess, and you shall leave her be! I won't stand for some, candied, bug, to take her away, not again!

It was then everything seemed to freeze. Taking over the arcade? Daughter?! He was many things, but he was NOT that glitch's father! She didn't even 'have' a father! The code for the King had been tossed aside, never fully implemented into the game. It wasn't possible!

Any other thoughts on the matter were sharply torn away as once again his body erupted into bright red pixels; the stitching together taking even longer than before. Wearily he noted that his eyes weren't even open. Just, just how long had he been there, wherever he was? With what strength he had, his eyes peeled open, taking a minute to focus before locking onto a figure, hardly a few feet from him.

His reaction was near instantaneous.

An, inhumane snarl erupted from his throat, near swallowed by furious and pained clicks and hisses. They would stay away! Away!

Again he noticed the split from his usual thoughts erupt, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the figure, the girl before him. She was from Sugar Rush. Had to be with the way she looked, despite having not a memory of her. Hair a bright red, with streaks of white and black throughout, a sleeveless shirt of a matching color muffled by a black vest, dark green skirt and shoes. And to top it off, a very pale green set of eyes with matching stockings. Almost, puppy-dog-esq in the wide eyed look she was giving him. He just snarled at her again, his voice refusing to add a bark to his bite.

All three voices within his head seemed to echo the same thought.

Stay away.

How?!

That, surely, had to be the first thought that went through her mind when she saw him. He was, utterly massive. She could hardly be the side of his claw, if that. Each time the sporadic glitch tore through him, his roars and hisses seemed to eat away at her. Instead of wondering how he had survived everything that had been told to her of his demise, all she wanted to know, was just how badly he was hurt.

Her eyes traveled across the candy tree colored armor that covered his form, across the purple of his back, to the pale oranges that dominated his underside and legs, up his multicolor neck to the pained face of the king's likeness she had seen inside the castle walls before they were at last removed. The glitch tore through him again, his features changing, going from the scowling king to a now snarling, gray hued likeness she had never seen before. The bright yellow of his eyes and teeth were certainly different than anything she had seen in Sugar Rush before, and even in her short trip to Game Central Station.

"'Ello…lad…"

And with that, her ear drums nearly burst from her head as he let out a screech, his features returning to that of the fallen King's. His claws were digging into the chocolate earth, digging massive furrows that could have swallowed her whole. His eyes were burning into her own, daring her to approach her. Daring her to try anything.

"Tur…bo…?"

As if his name was a word of pure disgust to him, the cybrid slammed his cercus against tree near him, causing it to crack and shatter, toppling into the others around them. The fruit themed racer swiftly joined the tree as her legs went out from beneath her, unable to keep her standing at the quake his action had caused.

Who was she? Why was she there? Where in all of Litwak's did she come from?! He knew all of his subjects, all of them! But this, girl, was nowhere to be found in his memory, as fractured as it was. Low hisses echoed all throughout the clearing he lay in, his legs trying to shift so he could fully tower over her, but only making him look even more helpless in his struggles. He could hardly move, let alone get rid of her. Eat. Eat. Oh you know you're hungry. You must eat to survive! Thrive! Live! Get up! Get her! Eat!

Another snarl caused the girl to jerk in surprise as he shook his head hard, forcing back the almost rabid thoughts coursing through his head, barely noting the almost soothing whispers from beneath the harsh grating of the first voice. Gathering what strength remained after his fit, he just managed to ground out a single word. A single question.

"Who?"

The girl, the food, was silent, breathing heavily as she gazed up at him. Possibly collecting herself, or possibly debating on how fast she could fetch someone to dispose of him. A hard snort caused his head to jerk, his chocolate irises rolling in exasperation, ready to simply dismiss her and finally, finally accept what his fate was dealing him.

"Mellony."

The irises stopped, mid-roll easily, darting back to her in honest surprised that she had actually answered him. Once more his eyes narrowed, a low snarl welling up from his chest as his sharp teeth flared against his pale lips. A warning attempting to make itself heard-at least, until another glitch tore through him. Though not nearly the first, it felt as if it would be his last. As if it was truly deleting him pixel by pixel. Any sound that left his throat was mute to him, his sight swiftly fading as he saw the girl suddenly get to her feet.

Wonderful…His death was going to be wasting away in front of a little nine year old who knew nothing of him.

Turbo…Tastic…

Of all the wonders she had dreamed of seeing one day in her life at the arcade, the sight before her was never meant to be seen by her pale eyes. The massive cybrid before her was slowly breaking apart before her very eyes. Already his cerci were gone and his legs were beginning to follow. Red pixels seemed to be eating away at the once proud racer, once proud king. His code so fractured and splintered, it could no longer support itself. Could no longer support him. This time, he wouldn't respawn. This time, Turbo would truly cease to exist.

Before she could stop herself, Mellony darted forward and placed her hands on the fallen legend just as a final glitch tore through his coding, straight into hers. She saw her body burst into a bright green collection of pixels, almost seeming to melt into the stark red that surrounded her.

And then…Nothing.