For Creepie. An extra stage alternate setting for Sweet Revenge. Enjoy.

Extra Stage –Creepie

Creepie was hauled into the castle, her wrist bound and her mouth gagged. Like the other racers, she had been stolen away into the night, not a clue left at her home of where she was. She thrashed and fought as the guards carried her into the throne room, Vanellope sitting there and smiling at her.

"So, one you other racers thought you could escape?"

Creepie only growled, her brows furrowing in anger, disgusted by the saccharine sweet smile she was being shown.

"What was that?" Vanellope smiled "SPEAK UP!"

Creepie managed to lower the gag that had been wrapped around her mouth, spitting a few times "Wh-what's the meanin' of this, Schweetz?!"

"The meaning?" the girl asked in shock "What's so strange about being invited to the castle in the middle of the night? I mean, it's a common thing here in this game!"

"Is being thrown out of your own house and hauled away by gorilla cookies also a COMMON THING?"

"Is it when you're usurped…" Vanellope growled, her eyes narrowing at Creepie "I mean, it wasn't as if you guys FOUGHT for me when King Candy was in charge…"

"HE TOOK AWAY OUR MEMORIES THAT YOU WERE OUR PRINCESS!" the Halloween racer roared, attempting to pull herself away from the guards "An' ya KNOW what he did to our minds?! Why are ya actin' as if we ALLOWED him to do this to YOU, to US?!"

"Save it…" Vanellope scoffed, waving a hand "I heard that same story from the others BUT…"

Creepie rose her head a bit, only wondering what Vanellope was thinking next.

"But there is ONE thing I did enjoy to hear come from their mouths…."

"A-An' that would be?"

"A sweet, SWEET scream!" the princess cooed, glitching over to Creepie and pulling her cheeks "Which I'm sure you'll do just as good in my dear!"

"Wait!" the racer pleaded "Y-You can't do this to me!"

"Yes, I can…" Vanellope pouted "If I couldn't, do ya even think ya would get this far? But let's not waste time, you have a date with a few….SPECIAL friends!"

Creepie grew all the more worried as she was carried further and further into the bowels of the fungeon. She had heard of the terrible things that could happen there but never in her life did she imagine that such tortures would be carried out upon her. She wasn't even given a chance to rest upon her feet before she was, like so many others before her, strapped to the torture table. She fought as hard as she could but quickly found there was no escape.

Only time.

Time to wait and see what was in store for her.

"So what's this one again?" asked a guard.

"Trick or Treater…." Said the other, looking at her stats "Some Halloween racer."

"Don't we already have one of those?"

Creepie's cheeks burned with anger, the sarcasm in the guards' voices loud and clear. They meant it as an insult, trying to rile the girl up by comparing her to Gloyd.

"Hmm, so what would be the best way to care for this WITCH?"

"Witch, eh?" another guard chuckled, rubbing his chin "Why not do somethin' a lit TRADITIONAL for such a special lass?"

Though Creepie was showing off the angriest look she could, there was no way she could deny that she was now fearing for her life. The guards seemed much too delighted for her own good at what they had planned for her, one of them walking up to the girl and rolling her table further into the halls.

"Well, might as well get started!"

Creepie held her breath and shut her eyes, hearing the roaring sounds of something behind her. She looked up, seeing a large waterfall of crystal soda pouring in from one of the underground springs, the path diverted into the cell.

"W-what's this?"

"The beginning…" sneered a guard "The beginning of something WONDERFUL!"

The guards cackled as they surrounded Creepie and without warning, they took her table…

And FLIPPED it into the spring.

Creeipe cried out in shock as she tumbled into the great formation of soda but the screams were cut off once she landed inside.

Bubbles, bubbles, EVERYWHERE.

She screamed, her sounds muffled as the only thing that could be heard was the loud fizzy hiss of the bubbles around her. She kicked, her legs the only thing out of the soda but the more she struggled, the more air she began to waste.

It became woefully apparent to the girl what the guards wanted; they said they wanted to punish her in a 'traditional' fashion so what better way to punish a 'witch' by drowning her.

Creepie shuddered to herself, her head still immersed in the soda. If she continued panicking as much as she did, she would surly expire then so with much effort on her part, she forced herself to calm down but so much energy had already been expended, her lungs hurting and aching for air.

The guards knew that a child of her size could not last long, their eyes watching her twitching legs in the water.

"Give her about a few more seconds."

Creepie was feeling dizzy, her chest feeling as if it were going to burst but she had to fight the urge, that automatic response to breathe in.

But it was too close…

Too close.

With a YANK, the racer was pulled out the water, choking and gasping for air frantically.

"What?" gaped the guard in faux concern "You mean she didn't DROWN?"

"Looks like we'll have to move onto the next test!"

The NEXT test?

Once more, the girl was thrown upon her table and rolled quickly down the hall. She was still trying to recover from the first test but before she had a chance to slow her heart….

*BOOM!*

She cried out in pain, a large chocolate boulder placed upon her.

"W-What are you-?!"

"Witches can take so much weight!" called the guard, picking up another shell-covered chocolate boulder and thrusting it upon Creepie. She cried out in agony again, the weight slowly going down upon her tiny body. She gripped her straps and felt her toes curling back in her shoes.

It was just so much and the guards' laugher wasn't helping in matters.

They enjoyed watching the girl suffer for the princess, her cries of pain a sign that they were doing their job well.

Another rock was placed atop the girl and then another, her chest unable to move as the candy continued to pile.

"So, have anything to say Creepie?" asked the first guard. The Halloween themed girl said nothing, glaring at the guard angrily, as if to show him that despite everything she was being put through, she wasn't going to allow them the satisfaction. They wanted to see her suffer as much as possible but as long as she was still alive…

"Okay, that's enough!" the second guards said "CLEARLY, this witch is MUCH too powerful for us! She needs something…something bigger!"

Bigger?

What could be BIGGER than rocks?

The heavy weights were removed, a flood of air rushing into Creepie's chest but her body was too sore by now, the simple act of breathing a painful experience.

"Hurry men, HURRY!" called the guard, taking Creepie into another room. There, the girl was removed from the table but strapped upon a wall, her body limp and sore but somehow she was still alive.

"Get the bubbles ready!"

More bubbles?

Creepie lifted her head as best she could, her vision blurry. Before her, the guards prepared a massive gun but it was not one intended for bullets.

She recognized it in a heartbeat; some of the candy people used the item to shoot massive bubblegum bombs at the racers during the harder portions of the course but what in the world could the guards be doing with it in such an enclosed space?

This was an answer she dreaded to find out.

A bubble was shot out from the device and rapidly laded upon Creepie. She cried out but her shouts were muffled by the thick surface of the pink bubble. She kicked again but as soon as she did.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

The bubble EXPLODED, sending a massive rush of air into the girl's face, the pressure making it feel as if she had been SLAMMED into the face with a brick wall, her entire body stinging.

AGAIN!

More bubbles were shot at the girl, the explosions beating her body black and blue. The racer cried out at each blast but still she did not call for an end. She just couldn't not with how things had suddenly turned in the game.

She knew it was wrong for her to let King Candy ruin her mind and control her that much, to let his influence guide her to bully Vanellope.

But was such punishment necessary? The children hadn't gone so far as to attempt to KILL Vanellope, they just wanted her out of their races.

But none of the mattered, not when there was so much fun to be had with the REVENGE!

Another bubble burst in Creepie's face, the sting of the air unbearable as she hung her head.

"Think she had enough?"

"Nope! One more…."

One more? How much could the girl take before finally expiring, only to regenerate again and have the whole process start over.

Creepie was unchained from the wall and carried into another room of the dungeon. There, she saw a great iron oven, a few other hands throwing some freshly cut wood and coals into the fires.

As soon as she saw it, she knew what she was going to happen. Her eyes widened and her skin turned even paler than it already was.

"BURN THE WITCH!"

"I-I'm not a witch!"

"BURN THE WITCH!"

"Th-this isn't right!"

BURN THE WITCH!

BURN THE WITCH!

BURN THE WITCH!

Creepie could do nothing as the men passed her in a line closer and closer towards the oven, the flames lapping into the air and the heat already starting to blister her skin. She was much too weak to fight back that's all she could think about.

She wanted to fight, kick and scream but all she could was moan.

Moan and cry.

This was it.

The limit had been reached.

And with large heave….

"IN YA GO!"

Creepie screamed in horror and pain as she fell right into the great fire, the flames almost grabbing her as the fell deep within the flames. She rose on her feet, her screams echoing in the great iron cabinet but no help came.

What help would come to a bully.

The guards laughed at the sight of the suffering girl, her screams getting louder and higher by the second.

But…

Should they have gone on that long? After a few moments, anyone else in that situation would have perished a long time ago bit Creepie was still there, still screaming and still pounding on the fdoor.

"S-Should we-?!"

"No, keep it going!"

The flames rose around the girl but her screams continued.

*BOOM!*

Something exploded from within, the guards moving back.

"The heck was-!"

"Don't touch anything!" the lead guard said "Just let her-!"

*BOOM!*

Another blast.

Second after second, more explosions rang through the oven, their sounds finally drowning out the screams of the racer but the guards stayed glued to sight, the fires burning bright and turning a strange blue color.

Blue?

The heat intensified, everyone around able to feel it.

"Um, boss?"

Fireworks seemed to go off, a great iron roar filling the room. The oven shook, it creaked, it groaned! Rivets began to bust from the side and then-!

An explosion.

A great CASTLE shaking explosion.

It was a wonder anyone was alive after such an event but the guards all lay about, a little sore but alive nonetheless.

"W-what happened?" asked one.

"I-I don't know…" replied another, shaking his head "But from what I can see, we-!"

A foot stepped from the ashes, the guards looking up in shock.

How could ANYONE step out of the oven alive?

But low and behold a figure emerged from the smoke, her stride much stronger than theirs.

"I-It can't be…"

Familiar rainbow hair and pale skin were seen through the smoke, though there was a strange glow around it.

"Creepie?!"

Creepie looked down at herself finding that by some miracle, her skin was not burned off as it had been.

But there was something else different about there. She FELT different, stronger, strange.

Aside from the strange glow that she was giving off, every inch of her body tingled.

And she liked it.

The guards back off, all of them too afraid to speak up to the girl but who could blame them? After all, she was supposed to be a crispy cookie in the oven.

"Witch?"

The guards looked up, surprised to hear the girl speaking, especially so friendly towards them.

"E-excuse me, miss?"

"You said I was a witch, right?"

The guards all eyed each other but the leader moved forward, standing up and overtowering the girl.

"W-well, we er-!"

"WITCH!" Creepie said brightly, raising a hand as an assortment of Halloween themed candies began to pop from her hand "I AM YOUR HALLOWEEN WITCH!"

The group stepped back in caution, the candies all hovering about and squeaking but before they could even escape….

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!"

A flurry of bat-shaped candies dove towards one of the guards, attaching themselves to his face and swarming him. He screamed in pain as he could feel their fangs and claws going into him but that did nothing to stop the tiny terrors, the beasties chewing him up much as the cookie he was.

"Air…." Creepie

"OH MY GOBS-!"

Creepie didn't stop, instead jumping up into the air to as the guards made a dive for her, missing her completely.

"Come here you little runt!"

"Oh, runts are GOOD cadies but I don't believe I have that…." Creepie smiled, more items forming in her hands "But I hope you enjoy RED HOTS!"

With a flick of the wrist, Creepie Unleashed a hailstorm of flaming hot Red Hots into the room, the guards running and screaming for cover but with nowhere to go, they had no choice but to burn.

"Fire…."

"Someone put it out!" a guard beg, writhing on the floor "ANYONE!"

"Water…."

Creepie moved a hand towards the soda springs, controlling the flow with grace and strength only to let the full force of it wash upon the still suffering guards. Unlike her however, they didn't have tow orry about drowning in the fizzy beverages as their cookie bodies began to dissolve, the carbonation only speeding the process up.

"And finally…." Creepie smiled, looking upon the remains of her victims "Air…"

Bubble gum balls spilled from her fingers, instantly popping and forming into bubbles as they hit the floor. Creepie cackled madly, her powers increasing as she watched the bubbles form.

"YES! YES!" she bellowed madly "GROW! GROW!"

The bubbles filled the entire room but with so much space taken over, they began to press into one another, the pressure too great to contain with the cell and as the pressure finally gave way.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

The castle shook once more as the walls began to crumble, a gaping hole in the side of the foundation that was JUST the right size for Creepie to escape. She floated from her holdings and looked out into the nights sky. There was something betwitching about the night that made her realize that something big was going to happen in Sugar Rush, something the much beloved princess had not anticipated.

But that was the best part of Halloween. You're not supposed to anticipate the surprises and the scares.

When they just POP up, that's when you get the best of them.

Creepie snickered, once again forming more Halloween treats in her hand. She knew she had many to choose from but she had to save something SPECIAL for the princess.

"Yes….something that only someone like HER can appreciate…."