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Turbo grit his teeth, nearly biting through his tongue as his jaw clenched in agony. Angry tears flooded his vision as he struggled to move through the pain. This isnât how things were suppose to play out, this wasnât suppose to happen, he did not survive around 20 odd years on his own and vilified among the inhabitants of the arcade only to die now.
Neither the virus that slipped into his returning cabinet or his severely tattered coding agreed.
âWait-â The racer wheezed out to the program as she left him in Game Central Station, but she was already running off trying to do god knows what. He hadnât been listening to what sheâd been saying. It was hard to concentrate.
Turbo glanced back at his plug in despair and tried to string his thoughts together despite the pain. His game had just been plugged back in. He was suppose to be racing again, not dying alone outside of the gate. Sudden indignation flooded his emotions and his body flickered into binary for a few moments before Turbo returned together with a pained gasp. Turbo wasnât racing. He was kneeling on the ground spasming as he struggled to keep his body together. He was dying. That was his reality.
That was completely unacceptable.
A sudden surge of energy shot through the game character as he struggled to his feet in desperation. No this was not acceptable, Turbo refused to die curled up against the floor. Whatever was trying to destroy his game was going to have to kill the racer in person because Turbo would not sit back and let something like that take his home from him again, not after how long he waited to have it back.
Lurching into the cord that connected his game to the GCS, Turbo made his way to the tram and practically collapsed into the seat when he reached it. Noticing its passenger, the transportation jumped to life and sped its way back into the game.
Did that lady say something about being careful earlier? Nah, probably not. He knew what he was doing anyway. Kind of. It began with getting back home and ended with him seeing what a fist to the virusâ face and would probably work out brilliantly if he didnât gameover in his seat on the way back into Turbotime.
