She just said she was joking.

It was all a joke, it was just a joke.

Then why were they all taken from their beds at night, to be cuffed and chained, to be lead to the castle?

This was no joke.

The promise was being carried out.

The racers all mewed and cried but no one came to their rescue. Any attempts at escapes were met by pushes, they were meet by strikes.

All at the hand of her highness, Princess Vanellope.

"But it's for GOOD…." The child cooed, watching the crying masses being lead deeper and deeper down the castle halls.

Yes, this was what the deserved.

After all those years of torment, after all those years of pain.

They were all about to get the just desserts and what was better?

No one would care.

They had no King to save them this time, no ruler to keep the evil glitch away.

The girl tittered in delight as the crying continued, the screams, the shouts ringing high in her ears.

STOP!

NO!

WE'RE SORRY!

TH-THIS ISN'T FAIR!

Vanellope knew what was fair and this was it.

Now she had all the power, all the control.

She was the best racer ever and she had powers over them that they could only dream of.

Yes, this was going be sweet.

"Make sure it's good…" the princess told one of the candy guards but she stopped, pulling him gently by the shoulder "And for Taffyta?"

Vanellope's smile spread, much delights of screams and crying filling her mind.

"Make sure she gets the BEST of it."

The doors closed heavily upon the dungeons, the screams silent…but just for a moment.

The little princess walked the long ways down the halls of her castle.

HER castle.

It had been so long since she had walked the velvet cake carpets, seen the marble cake pillars.

It was hers once more.

And in these halls, she was going to enjoy the torment of those who had in the past pushed her away, in the past had shunned her.

Now it was her time to shine, to laugh, to deal out a dish even more cold than what they had given her.

She moved into her security room, a camera focused on each and every torture room.

There they were; those rotten little racers.

Some were being tied down, others chained. Red hots pokers, boiling caramel, ice cold cream.

It was all for them.

And she was going to enjoy it.

Her dress billowing around her, the child pulled up a chair.

"This…" she cooed "Is going to be the best seat in the house…."