A Tumblr Exclusive Fic: Friends, a platonic Calhoun-Vanellope fic.
This is my fic for my WIR secret Santa! Hi hotlimit, I hope you enjoy!
“No,” she whispered as she stared at the wedding dress, hanging ominously as if to taunt her. She gently traced the intricate designs of the collar. “I-I can’t.”
“Sure you can, Sarge,” Vanellope said, fiddling with the hem of her own dress.
“Kid,” Calhoun said. “I really….you don’t know what it’s like.” She knew the kid had had her share of troubles, but there was no way the kid could completely understand.
“Sure I do! I’ve had traumatic experiences, too!” Vanellope replied. “Sarge, think about how great it’s going to be. Think about him!”
And she did. She flashed back to the scent of Sugar Rush and the taste of his lips, so unlike Brad’s. His were soft and minty, Brad’s had been more rugged and tasted of alcohol.
“I am,” she whispered, and her mind flashed again. There she was, standing next to Felix. She would glance down, the light from the setting sun shining down on him like the angel she knew him as. She watched as her imagination was constricted by terror, and the golden glow changed to a sickly green one and Felix was devoured by a ravenous cybug as he said ‘I do’. She would have to fight another cybrid. “I am, Vannie. I don’t want to see him get hurt.”
“Nah, Hammer Time can handle himself. I mean, he’s had thirty years of experience. He knows how to fight!”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right, Vanellope.” She hugged the racing monarch. “Thanks for everything.”
It was the holiday season and kids were off from school. The arcade was booming this season and the machines were working double duty. But to be a fair boss, Mr. Litwak never kept the arcade open on Christmas.
“Doesn't seem right to keep people working on such a day,” he would always say. The staff would head home early on Christmas Eve and always with a slice of fruit cake. Which would quickly be discarded in the dumpster out back without Mr. Litwak's knowledge. The man was a better store owner than a cook. As everyone filed out of the store, he gave one last look to all the sleeping consoles in the arcade.
“Sleep well guys, you've earned it.” And with a knowing smile he turned off the lights and locked the doors.
Each year was never exactly the same. First there was the Hero's Christmas Ball, then the Holiday Dance Off; the The Racer's Holly Jolly Bash; and countless others. But this year, there was finally something out of the ordinary. With convincing from Felix and a little force from Sergeant Calhoun, the arcade agreed to have a Villain’s Christmas Party. This year the villains were going to host a holiday celebration. Christmas was a big deal around the arcade and to have the bad guys host a celebration was something monumental.
Before the Cybug invasion, most of the games were extremely distrustful of the bad guys having any participation in events. The characters would suspect that they poisoned the punch; put coding viruses in the cake; gave exploding gifts; the whole nine yards. Not many showed up to Bowser's New Years party. They were all too busy dancing it up at Peach's Castle.
“That's ok,” he would say, “more cake for us.” And he and his koopas would have some treats. Bowser was surprisingly a good baker. But not many would know because they always wanted Peach's cooking. Bowser never held it against her. He always did love her homemade cookies, even if the Shy Guys had to steal them.
But this year, everything had changed. The Core Four's daring rescue of the arcade showed everyone that the bad guys can be true heroes. And who better to kick off this momentous occasion than Wreck-it Ralph. Great idea right? Or so everyone thought.
“Guys I don't know the first thing about hosting a party. I don't think I can do this.” He was busy putting the giant 8-bit tree out on the front lawn of the complex. The thing was easily a 20 footer, but was no problem for Ralph to lift. “Where do you guys want it?”
Felix looked up from the box of lights and pointed to a spot just a few feet away from the main path. “How about there.”
“Sure,” Ralph said with a sad tone.
Felix sensed his desperation and tried to comfort his best friend. “Aw Ralph, don't worry about all this. We'll help you out. And remember all the Bad Guys are gonna help out, too.”
“Great,” he exasperated, “why couldn't one of them host it?”
Felix saw the sadness in Ralph's eyes. Something was definitely bothering him. “Ralph buddy, what's wrong?” He hopped over to where he stood and placed a reassuring hand on his knee. “You got Christmas Time jitters?”
“I guess. I mean parties were never my thing. You know I don't have much experience with parties.” He slowly sat on the lawn and let out a sigh.
Felix looked away in shame. “Ralph, that's not your fault. That was ours. We should have included you in our celebrations. If there's anyone who acted like bad party throwers, it was us.”
He looked over at the hero like he was crazy. “Sure you guys were.”
Felix gave him a determined look. “Yes we were Ralph. We cared only about us and didn't once think about how important you were to our lives. But now we understand that Christmas is a special time for everyone, good or bad. You're a wonderful thing in our lives, Ralph. Without you, we aren't a game worth playing. None of the games are without their bad guys. And this ain't just the Christmas Spirit talking.”
Ralph sniffed a bit at how honest Felix was being. Ever since the incident, the guy bent backwards to cheer Ralph up and let him feel wanted. When everyone was thinking up themes for the celebration, Felix urged Ralph to bring up a Bad Guy Bash. Ralph was unsure, but with a little encouragement, he threw out the idea. Surprisingly, everyone else got onboard, and before he knew it they all voted Ralph as one of the heads of the celebration. He was honored, but also frightened of all the responsibility.
“What if I mess this up?”
“Don't worry Ralph. Not all parties go off perfectly. In fact, one time in '97, Sonic knocked over a punch bowl and caused Mario to spill shrimp cocktail all over Zelda's dress. It was crazy funny. Of course I had to be the one to fix everything. I always do. When characters get rowdy over the holidays, I'm the one man clean up crew. But hey it's what I do best.”
Ralph kinda felt sorry for the little guy. “Wow, that's seems a bit crumby to have to clean up after all that partying.”
Felix shrugged it off. “Nah, it's not so bad. If I can handle our messes, I can handle any mess.” He gave his best bud a smile. Ralph returned it and let out a chuckle. “Now,” Felix said as he got up, “less talking and more decorating. We've got a party to set up.”
With a good confidence boost, Ralph rose up and gathered the decorations. As he started putting up the tinsel he looked back at Felix and couldn't help but laugh. “Ha ha. Uh Felix, you need some help with those lights?”
The tiny fixer had apparently tangled himself up in the Christmas lights. They were always a challenge for him for some reason. He would try to use his hammer to fix the lights, but that only worked on broken bulbs and frayed wires, not tangled cables. He'd swing his hammer this way and that and end up trapping himself in the strings. It would kinda be embarrassing when Mary or Gene would have to untangle him. “No no I got it, brother. Just let me-wha-whoa!” He pulled the cables harder and managed to hog tie himself. It was a pitiful sight.
Ralph went over to the struggling hero and watched as he continued to make it worse. “Felix, this is just sad. Come on let me help.”
“No no I'm good. You don't need to do anything,” he reassured as he tried to free himself.
“How about me soldier?” a female voice said. The two men looked behind and saw the sergeant. Immediately Felix blushed. “Aw, apple pie, I can take care of this.”
Calhoun chuckled at his stubbornness. “Nice try Fix-it. Hold still.” She bent over and untied her husband. With a few forceful tugs, the handyman became free. The only thing hurt was his pride. “Honey muffins, I could have untied myself fine enough.”
“Sure,” she teased, “well after Christmas. Now get up, and help me put up these lights.”
He hopped up with a new spring in his step. “That I can do Ma'am.” He grabbed one end of the lights and started hopping from branch to branch stringing them up. As he continued on with his decorating, Calhoun turned to Ralph.
“I know you and Felix were having a man to man talk, but I couldn't help overhearing.”
The wrecker felt a bit embarrassed over their overheard conversation. “So you heard everything.”
“Well only bits and pieces. But hey, Wreck-it, don't sweat this party. It's gonna be great and everyone is going to have fun.”
“I hope so,” he sighed. “I really do.”
“It will Ralph! It'll be tons of fun!” Felix shouted from his place near the top of the tree. They both looked up and heaved a sigh.
“Really Fix-it? Really?” Calhoun said as she saw her husband dangle upside down from the top of the tree with the string lights wrapped around his foot. He blushed and said, “Those darn lights always get the best of me.”
Ralph and Calhoun rolled their eyes as they went over to help Felix.
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The party was held outside to make room for everyone. What was decided at the Bad Anons meeting was that 4 main hosts would be voted into position and hold a big bash in each corner of the arcade. This was the tradition to include all the games. But no one was obligated to stay at one party. Characters could migrate from corner to corner to sample all the sweets and treats every game had to offer. And everywhere there were raffles, gift exchanges, and mini games. The arcade was ablaze with excitement.
Everyone was having fun at Fix-it Felix Jr. Despite Ralph's worries, everything was going great. The decorations were beautiful, the food was delicious, and the music was jumping. There wasn't a sour face in sight. Even Sour Bill had a sweet look in his eyes. “Great party, Ralph. Nice job.”
“Thanks Sour Bill, thanks a lot.” The Wrecker smiled.
“Hey Stinkbrain, you're all out of Christmas cookies,” a tiny voice said. Immediately panic set into his mind. “What? We're out of cookies! This can't be. I can't have a Christmas party without cookies! What am I gonna do?” Ralph's mind began to race.
Vanellope had to calm him down before he exploded. “Cool your engine, Major Body odor. I can take care of it. I have extra back at Sugar Rush. Come with me and we'll get the case of cookies.”
He wiped the sweat from his brow. “Phew. Thank mod. Ok, but who's going to be in charge while I'm gone?”
“Don't worry. Let Sergeant Scream and Mini Thor handle it. I think they can man the fort while we get the food.”
“Alright. Just let me find them. I think they were over by the dance floor.”
He walked over to the stage where couples and avatars could dance on the lawn. After the dance contests, couples and groups were allowed to dance. Not surprisingly, the Fix-its schooled them all. As a Valentine gift, Felix got him and Tamora dance lessons with some of the DDR avatars. Truth be told, some of them were a fan of the classics and a few tango moves. Despite the height difference, the Fix-its could dance up a storm. “This will go with all the other awards, my sweet Apple Fritter,” Felix said as he held the holiday dance trophy high.
“I'll say, twinkle toes. You sure know how to move,” Calhoun teased as she playfully bumped him with her hip and chuckled as a blush spread on his face.
“Aw Tammy Jean, stop that.” His eyes wandered to a few lights near the top of the tree. “Oh fiddle sticks. The blue strands are out. I can take care of it.” With a few hops he was at the top again.
“Fix-it! Get down here! You're going to get tangled again,” She shouted.
“No I'm noooooooot!” His foot once again caught the strands and he began swinging down like Diddy Kong. Calhoun caught him before he could hurt anyone. As she straightened him up, she mischievously let him hang upside down. “Are you gonna stop messing with those lights, or am I going to have to let you hang out here for awhile, Spiderman?”
“Heheh, ok. I'll stop, I promise. Now can you please help me down? The code is starting to rush to my head.”
“Sure,” she said, “but hang on a second.” She placed both hands on his head and kissed him. “Now I'll help you down.”
“Jeepers, Merry Christmas to me,” Felix said with a love struck grin on his face. Just as she helped him down, Ralph and Vanellope showed up.
“Hey guys we are all out of cookies. Me and Vanellope are heading over to Sugar Rush to get some more. Can you guys watch over things for a bit?”
Felix scratched his head in confusion. “Cookies, I thought we-” Calhoun quickly shoved his cap over his face to quiet him and cut in the conversation. “-ran out too quickly. They just flew off the plates. Who knew Bowser can bake such great cookies. I'll tell ya. Well you two get moving. We'll take care of everything here.”
He nodded his thanks and the two set off.
As the the two reached Sugar Rush, Vanellope lead him to the Presidential Sweet.
“Ok Vanellope. Where are the cookies?” Ralph said as he looked around.
“Yeah about that. I kinda taffy stretched the truth on that,” the little president nervously said.
“What? But I left the party unattended! I gotta get back.” He started for the door.
“Put the breaks on, Ralph. Hold on.” She quickly glitched in front of him. “I brought you here because I've seen how stressed you were lately and you haven't spent much time with me because of all the planning. I was afraid you were going to ignore me on Christmas.” Her head hung low.
Ralph thought back on the days of planning and realized he dedicated a lot of time to the party. Perhaps too much time. “Vanellope, I didn't realize.” He rubbed the back of his. “I'm sorry I was so busy with this. I'll make it up to you.”
She looked at him and smiled. “You still can.” She held his hand. “All I ask is that we spend the rest of the Holiday and New Years having fun together. Deal?”
He smiled back, “Sure kid. I promise.” And with that they hugged.
“Oh,” she said, “I made you something.” She ran over and opened the doors to her Ovaltine Office. She opened her desk and pulled out a gift. She glitched back to his spot and placed the gift in his hands. “Go on, open it.”
Ralph looked at her. “You got me something? But I didn't get you anything. I've been so busy with everything and-”
“Tut tut, Knuckles. That's not important. Just open it.”
Ralph gently tore open the gift and looked at the present. It was a hand knitted sweater made of cotton candy yarn and gumdrop buttons. Stitched on the front was the words Big Brother.
He looked at her with a smile. “You made this?”
“Yeah, with a little help from Zangief. Dude is a knitting master. He helped me with this.” She opened her jacket and showed a similar sweater underneath. It read, Little Sister.
“I thought maybe you'd like matching sweaters, even though everyone thinks they're dorky.”
“Nah, I love it,” He reassured. “Besides there's no one I'd rather look dorky with than you.” He playfully poked her and put it on. “How do I look? Handsome aren't I?”
Vanellope giggled. “Keep trying, Frog Prince. Let's get back.”
While wearing their matching sweaters, they headed back to the party and had fun the entire night. Sure there were spills and messes, but Ralph took it in stride and had a great time. The Bad Guys all had wonderful times at each other's parties and everyone felt they belonged. In fact, it was so much fun, the whole arcade wanted the Bad Guys to host the New Years Eve Party. But Ralph gratefully declined their offer to vote him as one of the hosts.
That time would be spent with his friends and little sister, Vanellope, To her, being with her big brother was the best gift ever.
Here's my entry for the WIR secret Santa for Dannybird22.
We got some jolly (and festively dressed) Hero's Cuties going on here and what's that above Felix's head? :3 Felix, honey, I think you kinda over did it with the presents though.
Have some music to go with this pic: Diamond Dust Zone Act 1
Characters: Vanellope, King Candy/Turbo, Taffyta, other Sugar Rush racers
Pairings: None
Summary: Vanellope wakes up with no memory of who she is or where she is.
Warnings: Minor incident of bullying/harassment
This is my entry for the WIR Secret Santa, for ayakaandherfamily. :) I was inspired by the prompt “Everyone here says I’m just a mistake…” to write a prequel of sorts to the events of Wreck-it Ralph. I hope you like it! :D
The scent of vanilla was the first thing she became aware of. Second was the softness of the pillows and sheets and the warmth and cosiness of the duvet she was cocooned in.
The little girl opened her eyes, stretched and yawned and stared through bleary eyes at her surroundings. The walls of the room were decorated in white and shades of pink.
“Where. . . am I?” she asked herself in wonder.
She threw back the duvet, jumped off the four poster bed and hesitantly approached a mirror that was mounted in it's own stand. A raven haired girl with green and brown bicoloured eyes stared curiously back. “And who am I?” Her reflection disappeared momentarily in haze of blue. She jumped back from in the mirror in alarm. What was that? Was that normal? She fizzed again and she stared down curiously at her hands and feet. It had not hurt, just startled her.
The little girl did not have further time for deliberation. A sound from outside the room pulled her attention away from her inspection. She approached the door nervously and opened it as quietly as she could.
Rounding the end of the corridor were a pair of Oreo Cookie beings wielding long pointy sticks. She managed to catch a glimpse of them as they disappeared from sight and decided to follow.
They continued to march down the corridor, none the wiser, until they reached another door. It opened just as they were passing and a small, old man stepped out.
The two Oreos bowed. “Good morning, your majesty.”
He smiled back. “Good morning, my loyal thubjecth.”
The little girl smiled. He had a lisp! And he seemed friendly enough. “Um. Excuse me, your majesty?”
The three turned as one and the king's smile promptly vanished to be replaced by a look of horror. “VANELLOPE!” He shouted leaping back onto one foot in shock.
Vanellope? Yes. That was right. Vanellope. . . Vanellope von Shweetz! That was her name!
“It can't be! You were-. . . You couldn't be-. . . How did you-?” he babbled incoherently pointing this way and that.
She fizzed nervously and he recoiled, letting out a yelp of surprise.
“What. . . wath that?”
“I-I don't know,” she replied dejectedly. “I just woke up and I don't know anything. I don't know what this place is or even who I really am. I was hoping. . . I hoping you could help me?” She asked looking up at him hopefully.
The king clasped his hands together and exchanged looks with the two Oreos.
“What should we do with her your majesty?” one prompted.
He heaved a sigh. “Little gir-. . . Vanellope. My name ith King Candy. Why don't we thee what we can do for you?”
Vanellope smiled broadly, skipped over to him and took his pro-offered arm. They continued down the way they were first headed, the two Oreos flanking them.
“Tell me, what'th the firtht thing you remember?”
“Waking up in a room, the one back there,” she turned to point over her shoulder and he nodded. “Maybe we should go check it for clues?”
“Oh I don't think that'th nethethary?”
“Huh, why not?”
“Did you recall anything when you were in there? Wath there anything that thtood out to you?”
She shook her head. “No, I guess not.”
“Exthactly.”
They walked for a moment in silence before Vanellope piped up with another question. “Hey, uh, King Candy?”
“Yeth, Vanellope?”
“How did you know my name?”
“That'th a curiouth question. It jutht came to me the moment I thaw you.”
“And back there. . . ?”
He chuckled and patted her hand. “You thurprised me, ith all. None of the other ratherth live in the cathle with me, you thee. Tho I thertainly wathn't exthpecting you to pop up behind me.”
“Other racers?”
“Oh yeth. There are fifteen ratherth in Sugar Rush. I'm one of them,” he grinned.
She hugged his arm and breathed. “Tell me all about this place.”
King Candy happily obliged and she hung on his every word.
Vanellope looked around at their surroundings. She had suddenly been drawn out of their conversation by the change in atmosphere. Truthfully it wasn't really that much different from the rest of the castle but it was definitely less bright, less colourful and less. . . friendly. “King Candy, where are we going?”
“I'm afraid I don't really want to do thith, but until I can determine who you are and. . . what you are, I thimply have no other choithe.”
“What are you talking about?”
He said nothing, merely unlocking one of the doors and swinging it open, revealing a tiny room spare of any furnishing save an uncomfortable looking bed mounted on one of the walls, and a small window to the outside blocked with bars. It did not look inviting.
She clutched his arm tightly, her fear rising. “I don't want to go in there.”
“You mutht.”
“But why?”
King Candy was about to respond but then she fizzed.
He disappeared in a blaze of red and jumped back letting out a startled yelp. He franticly examined his hands and arms before returning her gaze with a look of fear. “There! You thee?! I don't know what that ith that you're doing but it could be dangerouth!”
“I don't understand,” she whimpered.
“I am the King. It is my rethponthibility to assure the thafety of both my thitizenth and my game. You reprethent a threat to that thafety.”
“But I'm not a threat! I'm not dangerous! I don't want to hurt anybody, I promise.” She was fizzing wildly and her audio was sputtering.
“Thith ith for your own good ath well ath ourth. Now get in that thell!”
“No!”
“Guardth!”
The two Oreo guards backed her into the jail cell with the ends of their lances.
“Stop, please! Don't do this, King Candy. I can control it, just watch!” Vanellope skrewed up her face in concentration and clenched her fists tightly. “Please. . . just. . . stop. . .”
She heard the door slam closed and the key turning in the lock. “Nooo!” she cried then lept forward and began to pound on the door. “Let me out! Let me out, please!”
“I am not letting you out of there, and that'th final!”
To everyone's collective astonishment, Vanellope suddenly phased through the door and found herself standing back in the corridor.
“What in the-?”
King Candy was blocking one side, the two Oreo guards the other. She looked first to the Oreo guards then to King Candy and back before making a decision and lurched towards the candy monarch. He recoiled away as she had expected allowing her to make her escape.
“No. Wait!”
But she payed him no heed.
“You're a mithtake, Vanellope!” King Candy shouted angrily after her. “You were never meant to exthitht!”
Vanellope bit her lip against the tears that sprang unbidden to her eyes. She heard him ordering the Oreo guards to get after her and picked up the pace. The King of Sugar Rush was clearly no friend of hers. Maybe one of the other racers would help her?
Vanellope von Schweetz eventually found her way outside the castle only to find a long, very long, winding road leading down to the rest of the kingdom. No, too obvious. They would catch her in no time if she took the road. Into the forest it was then. She ran, slid and rolled down the slope and finished up at the bottom covered in a fine, white powder. Vanellope got up carefully, sneezed triggering another bout of fizzing and flopped back down to the ground with a sigh. She did not know what she had done to deserve all this and hoped the misery would end soon.
“Hey.”
She jumped up, whipping around to face the speaker in surprise.
A blond-haired girl dressed in pink and white and a hint of green was staring back at her.
Vanellope swallowed. “Hi.”
“Are you all right? I saw you rolling down the hill, I thought you'd taken a fall.”
She brushed at her clothes self consciously.
“And what are you wearing? You look like you've just got out of bed.”
“Yeah. . . I don't really remember anything, so I went looking for help.”
The girl frowned. “You as well?”
Vanellope looked surprised and nodded.
She held out her hand. “Come on, me and the other racers managed to piece together a few things. Maybe we can help. I'm Taffyta by the way.”
Vanellope beamed and eagerly took her hand. “I'm Vanellope.”
“Lucky for you I was out here figuring out how to drive my kart.”
“What's a kart?”
They stopped before a large pink and white vehicle with the number one on the bonnet. “Here she is, the Pink Lightning. . . Or. . . At least I think that's what it's called.”
Vanellope giggled.
“Get in and hold on tight. I'm still working on learning to drive this thing. And maybe we can get you something to wear.”
Taffyta drove them to the small village where the other racers where living. She crashed the kart in several places, stalled and bunny hopped a few times but eventually they arrived at their destination.
“Okay, we made it. You'd better get off before it explodes or something.”
The thirteen other racers crowded round to welcome the newcomer.
“Everyone, this is Vanellope. Vanellope these are my friends. Rancis, Candlehead, Snowanna, Minty, Jubileena, Swizzle, Crumbelina, Adorabeezle, Gloyd, Citrusella, Sticky, Nougetsia and Torvald.”
Vanellope smiled around at them. “Hey guys.”
“Hi, Vanellope,” they chorused in reply.
“Now why don't we all go raid our wardrobes and give her something to wear,” Taffyta suggested.
The thirteen racers disappeared into their houses and reappeared a few moments later with a good selection of clothes from each of their respective wardrobes. Vanellope happily picked out a hair tie from Jubileena, a hoodie from Swizzle, tights from Sticky, a skirt from Candlehead and a pair of shoes from Crumbelina and thanked them all for their gifts.
“You can change in my house,” Taffyta offered.
“Thanks, Taffyta,” she replied before hurrying inside to change out of her dirty clothes.
Vanellope had just pulled on her hoodie and was tying back her hair when she heard another kart pulling up outside. Curious, she went to the window to see who it was and gasped. It was King Candy!
The other racers where gathering around. He was telling them something in an animated fashion, gesturing dramatically and rushing from one spot to the other.
The group's expressions changed from curiosity to surprise to concern. Then they all turned as one in her direction. She gasped, glitched, ducked down out of sight and began looking for another way out.
“Vanellope?” Taffyta entered the house and caught sight of her struggling to open one of the back windows. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to run away. King Candy tried to lock me up.”
She folded her arms. “He told us everything. You're some kind of. . . glitch. That you're an accident. You're not supposed to exist. So you stole our memories so we wouldn't remember that.”
Vanellope whipped around to face her friend, aghast. “What? That's not true! I don't remember anything either. If I was supposed to steal your memories, shouldn't I still have my own?”
“You could just be acting.”
“So you believe him?”
“I'm not sure what I believe. But trusting him feels right somehow.”
“So. . . I'm alone?” The look on Vanellope's face was pitiful. And then she glitched.
Taffyta jumped back in shock. “You are a glitch!” She was about to run out of the house to fetch King Candy.
“Taffyta wait!”
She stopped.
“I know you don't know me or have any reason to trust me. But just hear me out. The first thing I remember was waking up this morning in a strange room. I didn't know where I was or who I was. When I went for help, I found King Candy. He told me I was dangerous and then he tried to lock me away when I hadn't even done anything! I haven't tried to hurt anybody and I don't want to. So please, just let me go.”
Taffyta frowned in thought.
“Please, Taffyta.”
She sighed. “All right. Just this once.”
“Thank you, Taffyta.”
“Stay here, out of sight and wait.” Then she burst out her door shouting, “She's escaped! She got out through the back! She's getting away!”
“After her!” King Candy called. “Everyone get after her!”
The racers scrambled to their karts and did their best to follow him.
Taffyta reappeared a moment later after the sound of engines revving had died away. “The coast is clear. You can go now.”
Vanellope hurried out the door. She paused and turned to thank her friend once again but the blonde haired racer cut her off before she could speak.
“Just this once, Vanellope.”
She bit her lip and nodded.
Taffyta climbed into her kart and roared away, leaving Vanellope truly alone.
She stared down at her hands. They disappeared in a blaze of blue. “I'm not a mistake. And I'm not a threat.” She clenched her fists and gazed after the departed King and the other racers. “And I'm going to prove it!” Then she picked a direction, put her head down and ran.
This is a fanfic I wrote for Neekadya for WiR secret santa. The prompt was Vanellope and Turbo being friends and fighting over a tie, so here's what I came up with!
I hope she likes it! Merry Christmas, Neekadya and to everyone else who is in the WiR fandom! You all are super duper amazing and put the Turbo in Turbotastic!
