Ask Reset Turbo [[CLOSED]]

This blog is closed as of 3/17/2014. Hi, my name is Turbo. You probably know me as that evil guy who jumped games and then tried to take over the arcade, but the truth is, I'm really just a kid. I mean, I'm only programmed to be fifteen years old! I've finally recovered from my hard reset, so now I'm a real racer here in Sugar Rush, and I don't have any malware left in my head either...I'm just a little glitchy, but that's not a big deal. You can ask me stuff, but, uh, don't bother with any questions about when I was King Candy or whatever. I've had most of my memory wiped, so I don't remember any of that. ((Blog for the Turbo character from my Wreck-It Ralph fanfic "Ghost Boy" by me, gothicorca1895. There will be spoilers and occasional swearing, but nothing sexy here, folks. For OOC questions, please visit my personal blog at gothicorca1895.tumblr, or visit the story blog at ifitaintbrokefic.tumblr.)) Current Plot: None Current M!A: None Perm!A: Owns a pet baby Cy-Bug named Whippet, who also knows the details of all M!As and Perm!As affecting Turbo. Can communicate with Whippet through a special Cy-Bug dialect. Tracking: turbotheghostboy, turbo the ghost boy

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

BLOG CLOSING!

AS OF MARCH 17, 2014, THIS ASK BLOG IS NOW OFFICIALLY CLOSED.

It will not be deleted at any point in the foreseeable future, but the only time I'll be using it is when I need to send an ask in character.

From now on, ALL ACTIVITY WILL BE TRANSFERRED TO MY PERSONAL ACCOUNT, turbomun, AND THE CORRESPONDING RP SIDEBLOG, turbotheghostboy.

Thanks for everything, guys...this has been a great year and a half. But you've all seen that over the months, this has become less of what it was supposed to be (an ask blog based on my fanfic Ghost Boy) and more of a place for me to RP a weird AU with my friends. And even if it hadn't turned into that, the Wreck-It Ralph community has shrunken down significantly, and my fanfic is old news by now. I don't think I'd be getting too many asks now no matter what.

I have no desire to stop RPing with my friends (I think it's safe to say: you all know who you are) so I created a sideblog on my personal account specifically for that purpose. If you want to RP with me there or ask a question, feel free to shoot me a message.

Otherwise, this is Turbo-mun, signing out.

[adorable-feisty-misfit]

"Guess who finally got out of the hospital!"

"Bo? Is it…really…?”

 Vanellope’s smile grew wide within a second, he was here…he was in her plain sight! No more writting letters or worrying, no more of that. The teenager slowly but surely walked closer to him: she was being overwhelmed by rushing emotions. But soon enough she had her arms wrapped around him tightly…

[adorable-feisty-misfit]

“T-T…Turbo…" Vanellope, slowly but surely, began to calm down. Her breathing was still rushed but in time she would be fine again…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Yes…?" He shifted slightly. "Are you all right now…?"

[adorable-feisty-misfit]

Vanellope wiped her eyes with her sleeve, she didn’t really feel ‘all right’ “N-no…I’m…scared…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"I know...but you're safe here..."

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

[sugarrushwrecker]

So Ralph allowed himself to relax, sighing contentedly as his eyes fell shut…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

And Turbo rubbed his cheek gently against Ralph’s shirt….

[sugarrushwrecker]

With nothing else to do, it wasn’t long before the wrecker nodded off as well…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

(( …should we start wrapping this up now? ))

[sugarrushwrecker]

((Yeah, I think so.))

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

(( …what now? ))

[sugarrushwrecker]

((I was thinking of activating my kitten M!A, which was why I drew kitty Ralph last night, but my bro’s on the laptop so I can’t really post picture outside of a photo set. That is… if I can go deep enough in my inbox on mobile to retrieve the M!A. I could always activate a different one, too.))

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

(( activate whichever one you want, I guess...I'm gonna go to my other account. I'll be replying on the sideblog from now on! ))

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

[sugarrushwrecker]

So Ralph allowed himself to relax, sighing contentedly as his eyes fell shut…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

And Turbo rubbed his cheek gently against Ralph’s shirt….

[sugarrushwrecker]

With nothing else to do, it wasn’t long before the wrecker nodded off as well…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

(( …should we start wrapping this up now? ))

[sugarrushwrecker]

((Yeah, I think so.))

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

(( ...what now? ))

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

[sugarrushwrecker]

So Ralph allowed himself to relax, sighing contentedly as his eyes fell shut…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

And Turbo rubbed his cheek gently against Ralph’s shirt….

[sugarrushwrecker]

With nothing else to do, it wasn’t long before the wrecker nodded off as well…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

(( ...should we start wrapping this up now? ))

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

[sugarrushwrecker]

So Ralph allowed himself to relax, sighing contentedly as his eyes fell shut…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

And Turbo rubbed his cheek gently against Ralph's shirt....

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Bye…"

Turbo was already more asleep than awake…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph headed out into the hall, rubbing his son’s back lightly…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

That tipped Turbo over the edge, and he fell asleep almost instantly…

[sugarrushwrecker]

He brought the boy back to his room, laying him down gently on the bed before reclining beside him…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

As usual, Turbo unconsciously scooted closer to his papa…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph wrapped his arms around him, pulling him even closer…

At least he could provide some comfort to his son…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

He always could…

Nine times out of ten, he was the thing that gave Turbo the most comfort…

[sugarrushwrecker]

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Not this time, though...

This time was just a normal, calm day.

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Bye…"

Turbo was already more asleep than awake…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph headed out into the hall, rubbing his son’s back lightly…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

That tipped Turbo over the edge, and he fell asleep almost instantly…

[sugarrushwrecker]

He brought the boy back to his room, laying him down gently on the bed before reclining beside him…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

As usual, Turbo unconsciously scooted closer to his papa…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph wrapped his arms around him, pulling him even closer…

At least he could provide some comfort to his son…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

He always could...

Nine times out of ten, he was the thing that gave Turbo the most comfort...

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Bye…"

Turbo was already more asleep than awake…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph headed out into the hall, rubbing his son’s back lightly…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

That tipped Turbo over the edge, and he fell asleep almost instantly…

[sugarrushwrecker]

He brought the boy back to his room, laying him down gently on the bed before reclining beside him…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

As usual, Turbo unconsciously scooted closer to his papa...

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Bye…"

Turbo was already more asleep than awake…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph headed out into the hall, rubbing his son’s back lightly…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

That tipped Turbo over the edge, and he fell asleep almost instantly...

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

She was paying them no mind, focusing instead on putting away the movie.

She knew that by now… and more or less accepted it.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

At least he’d still wanted to spend time with her…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… She knew better than to take that for granted.

Ralph stood up, shifting Turbo in his arms.

"C’mon, bud…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Mm…"

The boy’s head sank against Ralph’s shoulder…

[sugarrushwrecker]

"We’ll see you guys later…"

Hopefully Turbo would feel better after a nap… or possibly tomorrow…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"It was nice that we could do this, though," added Felix.

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph nodded, smiling lightly.

"Yeah, it was…"

Maybe they could do it again soon…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Or something a little more exciting, when Ralph had fully recovered…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Bye..."

Turbo was already more asleep than awake...

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

She was paying them no mind, focusing instead on putting away the movie.

She knew that by now… and more or less accepted it.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

At least he’d still wanted to spend time with her…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… She knew better than to take that for granted.

Ralph stood up, shifting Turbo in his arms.

"C’mon, bud…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Mm…"

The boy’s head sank against Ralph’s shoulder…

[sugarrushwrecker]

"We’ll see you guys later…"

Hopefully Turbo would feel better after a nap… or possibly tomorrow…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"It was nice that we could do this, though," added Felix.

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph nodded, smiling lightly.

"Yeah, it was…"

Maybe they could do it again soon…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Or something a little more exciting, when Ralph had fully recovered...

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

She was paying them no mind, focusing instead on putting away the movie.

She knew that by now… and more or less accepted it.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

At least he’d still wanted to spend time with her…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… She knew better than to take that for granted.

Ralph stood up, shifting Turbo in his arms.

"C’mon, bud…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Mm…"

The boy’s head sank against Ralph’s shoulder…

[sugarrushwrecker]

"We’ll see you guys later…"

Hopefully Turbo would feel better after a nap… or possibly tomorrow…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"It was nice that we could do this, though," added Felix.

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

She was paying them no mind, focusing instead on putting away the movie.

She knew that by now… and more or less accepted it.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

At least he’d still wanted to spend time with her…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Right… She knew better than to take that for granted.

Ralph stood up, shifting Turbo in his arms.

"C’mon, bud…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Mm..."

The boy's head sank against Ralph's shoulder...

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

He shifted the boy, looping his arm around his shoulders…

Back on screen the tracks had run out onto a bridge. Jenny called for Fagin to help her and he tried… but Sykes pulled her back again. And to make matters worse, a train was coming. Dodger and Oliver attacked Sykes, giving Jenny the opportunity she needed to leap into Fagin’s arms. Tito steered the scooter onto one of the bridge’s side supports and Sykes threw Dodger and Oliver off, only to meet the train head-on moments later.

With things winding down, Jenny went back to find Oliver. Doder carried him out by the scruff of his neck, but… it looked like he hadn’t made it. Jenny was heartbroken… That is, until he opened his eyes and meowed.

The movie was wrapped up with Jenny’s birthday party. Fagin and his dogs joined her, Oliver, Georgette and her butler at her house for the celebration. The butler answered a phone call from her father, who said they’d be back the next day.

With things having wrapped up nicely, Fagin and his dogs depart, leaving Oliver to his new life with Jenny…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Good. It was better that he didn’t hang around with that other group anyway…

Although Turbo was half-asleep by the time the movie finished.

[sugarrushwrecker]

Vanellope looked over to ask how he liked it… but the words stuck in her throat once she saw the state he was in.

… Well… she might as well put away the movie…

She retrieved the cover, slipping off the couch and padding towards the player.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Meanwhile, Turbo just sagged ever-heavier against Ralph’s side…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph gathered him up carefully in his arms.

"… Ah… Looks looks I need to go put him to bed…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Felix nodded.

"It’s one of those days, huh…?"

[sugarrushwrecker]

He nodded.

"Yeah…"

At least he was able to put him to bed now…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Felix looked over at Vanellope sympathetically.

It was tough to deal with for all of them, but…Turbo did have days, every so often, where he simply couldn’t function…

[sugarrushwrecker]

She was paying them no mind, focusing instead on putting away the movie.

She knew that by now… and more or less accepted it.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

At least he'd still wanted to spend time with her...

[sugarrushwrecker]

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

[sugarrushwrecker]

He shifted the boy, looping his arm around his shoulders…

Back on screen the tracks had run out onto a bridge. Jenny called for Fagin to help her and he tried… but Sykes pulled her back again. And to make matters worse, a train was coming. Dodger and Oliver attacked Sykes, giving Jenny the opportunity she needed to leap into Fagin’s arms. Tito steered the scooter onto one of the bridge’s side supports and Sykes threw Dodger and Oliver off, only to meet the train head-on moments later.

With things winding down, Jenny went back to find Oliver. Doder carried him out by the scruff of his neck, but… it looked like he hadn’t made it. Jenny was heartbroken… That is, until he opened his eyes and meowed.

The movie was wrapped up with Jenny’s birthday party. Fagin and his dogs joined her, Oliver, Georgette and her butler at her house for the celebration. The butler answered a phone call from her father, who said they’d be back the next day.

With things having wrapped up nicely, Fagin and his dogs depart, leaving Oliver to his new life with Jenny…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Good. It was better that he didn’t hang around with that other group anyway…

Although Turbo was half-asleep by the time the movie finished.

[sugarrushwrecker]

Vanellope looked over to ask how he liked it… but the words stuck in her throat once she saw the state he was in.

… Well… she might as well put away the movie…

She retrieved the cover, slipping off the couch and padding towards the player.

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Meanwhile, Turbo just sagged ever-heavier against Ralph’s side…

[sugarrushwrecker]

Ralph gathered him up carefully in his arms.

"… Ah… Looks looks I need to go put him to bed…"

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Felix nodded.

"It’s one of those days, huh…?"

[sugarrushwrecker]

He nodded.

"Yeah…"

At least he was able to put him to bed now…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

Felix looked over at Vanellope sympathetically.

It was tough to deal with for all of them, but...Turbo did have days, every so often, where he simply couldn't function...

[adorable-feisty-misfit]

"Guess who finally got out of the hospital!"

"Bo? Is it…really…?”

 Vanellope’s smile grew wide within a second, he was here…he was in her plain sight! No more writting letters or worrying, no more of that. The teenager slowly but surely walked closer to him: she was being overwhelmed by rushing emotions. But soon enough she had her arms wrapped around him tightly…

[adorable-feisty-misfit]

“T-T…Turbo…" Vanellope, slowly but surely, began to calm down. Her breathing was still rushed but in time she would be fine again…

[turbo-the-ghost-boy]

"Yes...?" He shifted slightly. "Are you all right now...?"