H̸̀a̡̛̕v̡̛̀e͏͘ some C@_NDdDY~!

HE̴͜LL͢͡O̶͢,̵͞ my loyal suSUBJECTS! Hoohoohoo! It's KiNG canDY, gre@/tTest RACER ever, REAL ́cha͏͘r̸̢̕a̧cter, not DEAD~ Aaaaaand, aheh, wor3$&_KING on a little soḿ̛͞et̕͝h̕͟ing we'resorrythisserviceisnotavailable ANY~ho0, if ya see the k_IDnotfound give him a kick or T͜͏͜E͞A̷̡R ͝ h̶͏i͝͝s͠ ̶ļe͡͡g off for me, would ya~? ((The malware version of KC from the Ghost Boy-verse.))

[candybratvanny]

Vanellope was out of her mind with fear.

The good part was that kept her glitching and hard to get a hold of. The bad part was that it made her movements unpredictable. Even to herself. And the worst part… She was starting to stabilize again.

Something snared her hoodie, and she let out a whimpering yelp.

It had her.

[themonarchofmalware]

The hand gripped her hoodie like a cold, metal vice, which technically speaking it was.

There was no real celebration, save a quiet, flanged grunt of triumph, and the rapidly-rising whir of the virus' wings as they blurred into streaks of colour, and her six legs tensed to spring up.

She could make it back to the Gate. If she hurried up.

[themonarchofmalware]

[[This is some kind of weird "happy belated birthday" + "thank you for writing REALLY COOL drabbles about my and my friend's characters or.. something I DON'T KNOW and it's probably really inaccurate pff but.. here you go.]]

((...so you know how this is actually a piece of brilliance and really fucking great?

THIS IS ACTUALLY A PIECE OF BRILLIANCE AND REALLY FUCKING GREAT.

Thank you so much and you got him spot-on. :D I will write you an OcTurbofest drabble when I can tomorrow (sadly RL intrudes tonight.) ))

[themonarchofmalware]

It IS, you know. Otherwithe I'd have set up a one-man MURDER spree by now, hoohoohoo~!

Still, I suppothe there's ways ta work AROUND it! If I can't just SEVER the link entirely.

And if I DO, hah, ya can have the kid when I'm DONE if you're INTO that thort of thing! Hee~! OK~?

[themonarchofmalware]

JEEZ! Hoohoo!

I come back from the ol' O rigin library (I'm, hah, just kind of PRACTICING for thomething you know! Working up an APP~etite!) And then THUDDEN~ly there'th ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴬᵀs on my PERTHON! Why, hah, it'th un~SEEMLY!

Still ath I'm sure the PER~petratorth want to keep LIV̸I̕NG, hah, they'll-h̶̢͠͏e҉̴̡̕y҉'̴̨̀l̵͢l̸̨̕҉they won't DARE ta ACT on it! And I, as your be~NE~volent MON~arch, hah, can over~LOOK thith!

F O R  N O W.

THO! Hah! It'th been a WHILE, you know~! How are the ADORING fanth doing~

[kingdragonfly]

Reblog thisth postht if you are a King Candy or sthome other itteration, hoohoo!

Yesth. Thisth plan will never fail.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"I did it. I actually did it. I pinpointed the exact moment when my life went down the toilet.”

[themonarchofmalware]

"Oh becauthe I'M re~SPONSIBLE for ALL your ILLS, kid. Hoohoo! ROADBlasterth? Your GIRLFRIEND? Stealing that boy'th CAR~?

No, I'm only responsible for the FUN oneth, hoohoohoo~! Let'th try ta keep it UP, SHALL we~"

[candybratvanny]

The little president started, her trance broken as the creature lunged for her and was subsequently batted away by her guardian.

She was still glitching horribly, but through all the terror and confusion, one primal instinct howled at her desperately.

Run!

And so she turned on her heel, for once doing exactly as Calhoun ordered.

She wasn’t getting too far, though.

Her glitch kept freezing her up, jerking her a couple feet to the left or right every so often.

[themonarchofmalware]

The glider came down with a SMACK. The back of the virus' head was just metal, and a shock of cropped blonde hair, so it lost its footing and slid down the mountain, dazed. The lights on its visor blinked on and off.

Then they turned on, and met the imposter's stare. Wings thrummed, and it gave a low, flanging growl, the gun on its arm audibly reloading. 

Then it fired, and pounced for the girl again. With any luck, the imposter'd have ducked for cover.

[themonarchofmalware]

Well HELL~LO, nursthe! Hoohoohoo~

...well aren't YOU a GLORIOUTHLY handthome devil, hoohoohoo~!

Pleathed ta MEET ya, friend~! Who ARE ya?

[candybratvanny]

Ending It (Closed RP)

[candybratvanny]

Unfortunately, getting a hold of herself was not an option right now for Vanellope.

She was completely ensnared by her fears now.

So much so that she started babbling. It was hard to make out through the glitches warping her frame and warbling her voice, but it could be understood. Barely.

“No̡,͝͏̀ ̡͟n͠o̕,͞ ͟don̡͏̢’̕ ͢w̴à̴n̛҉̨na̕͜҉,̡ ̵̨͜n̴̶ǫ̷̀,͜ ͟d͢͝o̸͢͝n͞’͟t̴̛͡ ̵̧ţ̵h̴ŗ̶͝ow̧͡ m̷e̶̸ ̶̷͝i͜͢n,̵͜͢ n͟o̧̢,̕͟ ̀̀͟n͢͢o,͡ ̛͜͡Ǹ͞Ò̷̴!̸̛!͘!”

[themonarchofmalware]

The girl was a glitching, babbling mass, barely managing to hold the shape of a human. There was no time to stun her - getting a grip was going be HARD.

But the virus unfurled herself, and sprang up, claws flashing, and tried anyway.

[themonarchofmalware]

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"I hate to break it to you, but me and Papa already have our costumes picked out. Now go start picking out green body paint and kindly buzz off."

[themonarchofmalware]

There was a brief warping sound, and he tapped a handful of claws, pointedly.

"I'd remember your PLACE there, boy."

...still, the conversation'd reached its course anyways, and now he had a few fun hours of picking out costumes ahead of him, so he bounced off with the droning sound of Cy-bug wings behind him.

He could at least be punny about it, after all.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Welllll…I guess you’re gonna go no matter what…"

[themonarchofmalware]

Well YETH. So what’th your POINT here, kid?

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"…be the Wizard of Oz. He’s a big phony. Just like you!"

[themonarchofmalware]

*GLOWERS* 

...WELL, I thu~PPOTHE he managed to a~SCEND ta GREAT~nesth and PRESTIGE hoohoo, w-with only hith own CUNNING and hard WORK, tho MAY~be, heh! I'll con~THIDER it!

And then RALPH can be the guy with no HEART, heh, 'cauthe he's EVIL, and your SIS~ter can be the one without COURAGE becauthe, WELL, hoohoo, I don't have ta explain THAT now DO I~?

And YOU can be the one without the BRAIN! Or the dog. It'll be FUN, hee~!

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Welllll...I guess you're gonna go no matter what..."

[themonarchofmalware]

Well YETH. So what'th your POINT here, kid?

[candybratvanny]

Ending It (Closed RP)

[ghost-boy-sergeant-blog]

And just like that, Calhoun’s plan started falling apart.

Unfortunately, the sergeant didn’t know what the cause of Vanellope’s panic was. All she knew was that she was more terrified than before, and glitching so horribly that their cover was sure to be blown any second. She had to calm her down somehow.

"Kid… Kid! Get a hold of yourself! This is not time to panic!"

At the same time, she was watching the sky. Where was that thing? It was bound to be looking for them by now. Why hadn’t it shown up yet?

[themonarchofmalware]

The Sergeant had had a lot of ground to cover, and up until then the hiding had gone pretty darn well. In fact, for a brief second, she'd debated aborting the mission for the first time.

But then there'd been a flash, a little glitching spasm just behind the mountain. And that was all she'd needed.

She didn't attack from the sky. Bugs did that. The imposter'd be USED to that. Instead, she landed in the thicket of confectionery fauna, and broke into another zooming roll.

And then she zoomed up the sloping mountain, right towards them.

[themonarchofmalware]

…there’th a Halloween BALL~?

WELL! Hoohoo! In THAT case I’m going ta need a COSTUME~! Any i~DEAS from anyone~? 

(I thu~PPOSE I could go as one of thothe VIRUS types but that might thtir up unfortunate PREJUDICES, hoo, you, you thee!)

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"…hmm…maybe…wait, no, I shouldn’t encourage you."

[themonarchofmalware]

Oh, come ON. Ya think I'm going ta miss a PARTY (with variouth EDIBLE de~LIGHTS there, ahoohoo~!) If you're all thtill ALIVE by then, of course~!

Bethides, heh, it'th a chance for that wonderful ATTENTION~

[themonarchofmalware]

...there'th a Halloween BALL~?

WELL! Hoohoo! In THAT case I'm going ta need a COSTUME~! Any i~DEAS from anyone~? 

(I thu~PPOSE I could go as one of thothe VIRUS types but that might thtir up unfortunate PREJUDICES, hoo, you, you thee!)

[candybratvanny]

Ending It (Closed RP)

[candybratvanny]

Vanellope clung to the board, looking for all the world like a spooked cat.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the viral abomination chasing them.

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen!

She was supposed to go to Game Central, and die! Alone! Without anyone else getting hurt!

But now that she was looking the reaper in the face…

She was scared. All over again.

She didn’t want to be scared anymore! That was why she was doing this in the first place!

She didn’t expect any of this… And now, the fact of her death had been all but torn away, and she was plunged into uncertainty once more…

[themonarchofmalware]

The Sarge's aim was true, and the flash-bang hit the creature square in the face. For a second, she hovered in mid-air, the glow from her visor an entranced blue, before a less insectoid mind in the gestalt entity barked a commanding order down her own spinal cord.

[#113! Get your eyes OFF the pretty light and BACK IN THE GAME! That's an ORDER!]

Released from the trance, the insect surged forward, scanning the skies for any sign of the vehicle. The creature growled. The imposter'd given herself a formidable lead.

She fired a few more shots, less accurate due to range, and kept up the chase while she could.

[candybratvanny]

Ending It (Closed RP)

[candybratvanny]

Vanellope whirled around at the crack of the bullet, eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Did Calhoun actually — ?!

And suddenly, she was yanked off her feet, her small hands scrabbling at the neck of her hoodie.

Can’t… breathe…!

But the sight of their pursuer made her go limp, stunned.

What WAS that?!

…

Could it be…? But…! She was supposed to meet her in Game Central!

She just felt so confused…!

[themonarchofmalware]

The slug slammed into the candied dirt, leaving a smoking crater that smelled of the dregs at the bottom of a badly-made coffee-cup. The ball screeched, morphing seamlessly into the bug's full shape as it sprang, unnaturally high and fast, off the ground. Her wings roared, and the gun on her hand whirred and shifted to fit lethal, rapid-fire rounds.

She wasn't failing the mission. She'd NEVER failed the mission.

The bullets spat furiously at Calhoun and her glider, as the predator pursued them.