A/N - Before we begin, I just wanted to say that this is post-movie, there will be a character death. Don't worry, it isn't Vanellope or Turbo, but please just be aware of that. There might be some possible Vanillatastic (I've not decided yet), but before you click the 'back' button, let me tell you that Turbo is meant to be envisioned as much younger than shown in the movie due to the fact that he's just been plugged in, meaning that this Turbo and Vanellope can have a less-than-gross relationship. On another note, I want to thank my beta readers for helping me with the story so far, and I will made an acknowledgements chapter at the end of the story to specify who my beta readers were. The picture on my FanFiction is not drawn by me, but rather a very talented DeviantART artist called Turbotastique, so make sure you check out her work! Her comics/drawings of Turbo are just the cutest thing ever. Well, enough of my ramblings. Enjoy the story!

[startup initialising...]

"Nmn..."

[90% complete...]

"Wha...?"

[startup 100% complete]

A silhouette of red and white stumbled to his feet, while each pixel carefully rearranged to shape his form, sparking tinges of pain in their wake. He rubbed his temples, but soon realized there was no relief in the action, just a burning headache and a very heavy mist clouding his eyes. His dizziness finally catching up to his sluggish mind, he stumbled across the empty space that was quickly filling up with the pixels of the game, all the while occasionally tripping over his own feet. Cheering crowds, two blue and white jumpsuited people, trophies, and racing all filled his previously blank mind. He saw who he was. Though he didn't know how, he knew his identity to be Turbo, a racer for the game TurboTime.

"W-what'th going on?" Turbo quivered, feeling overwhelmed by everything around him as he turned about, trying to take everything in. Red and white pixels were creating an object at the corner of his eye. He turned toward it, glancing at it blankly for a few seconds. He then recognised, from what he quickly realised was programmed memory, that it was his cart.

"Oh, I thee..." He pressed a finger to his face, looking thoughtfully up at the sky. When he turned around, he saw a faint crowd in the distance, shuffling and mumbling about something. It sounded like they were awaiting something to happen, something exciting, something...

"...Like racing." Turbo turned around and placed his hands on his cart with a beaming smile on his face. "Well," he looked briefly toward the still murmuring crowd and then back to his cart, "if it'th a race they want, it'th a race they'll get!"

Turbo lifted himself in and revved up the engine. He put his foot on the gas pedal and zoomed past the starting line. Crowds roared after Turbo as he zipped past. Turbo, however, was far more concerned with were the competition was. No matter which way he looked, only empty landscape loomed ahead. Just when he thought there must not be any, a blue and white blur whirled around him as he was turning a corner. Startled, Turbo frantically turned the steering wheel and closed in on the rear of the mystery blue and white driver. This inadvertently gave Turbo leeway to drive straight ahead, and before the blue and white driver could react, Turbo was heading up towards the finish line at what his speedometer told him was 180 miles per hour.

"Lap one!" an announcer shouted, igniting the roars of the crowd again. Turbo grinned at the crowd, calling out his catchphrase as he flew by, "Turbo-Tastic!", and flashed a thumbs up. However, because Turbo wasn't watching the road, a second blue and white jumpsuited racer sneaked past him. Angry at this trick, Turbo tried to overtake him, but to no avail. The first blue and white racer then caught up behind him, leaving Turbo trapped between a racer, whose lead was growing, and his twin, who was quickly gaining on him.

"Come on, come on!" Turbo angrily stamped on his pedal, twisting the steering wheel to block every attempt at passing the racer behind him made. The blue and white racer in front, noticing his plight, even had the nerve to give Turbo a cheeky grin.

Still stuck between two racers, Turbo peeked out of the side of his cart to find the finish line right around the corner. Frustrated, he tried to get around the racer in front by going to the right. Much to Turbo's annoyance, the racer in front went to the right and the racer behind went to the left. The racer behind now had plenty of room to go right ahead of Turbo.

"Lap two!" the announcer said again, the speakers making a deathly screech. Covering their ears, the crowds hissed. "Oh, sorry, my bad," the announcer mumbled.

Turbo, being rather cunning, used everyone's flinch to his advantage. As the two blue and white racers were busy covering their ears, Turbo boltd past them, causing them to lose their concentration and crash into a ditch. Giving one more "Turbo-Tastic" pose to them, Turbo rounded the next corner.

Meanwhile, the blue and white racers were silently grumbling, though not out loud, about their ordeal. The race cars and their owners were sent back to the nearest piece of road to them, giving them a chance of winning again.

Positioning themselves so that the turns were perfect, the racers slowly but surely caught up with Turbo. Glancing briefly behind him, Turbo saw them edge closer to him and panicked. If he could just make it to the third lap without falling behind, he would be fine...

"Lap three!" the announcer called out, Turbo hearing the audience cheer once again. He didn't dare give them a pose again, though, in fear of the other racers somehow sneaking past him again. Nevertheless, he did manage to grin at the audience before whizzing around the next corner.

The blue and white racers were getting ready for their plan. They had no speed boosters, but they were going to get past Turbo once and for all. Creeping up to Turbo, they waited until they were nearly at the finish line before going at full speed.

Turbo headed around one last corner before he could finally see, in the distance, the grand finish line. Grinning wildly, the racer left trails of smoke as he barreled down the road, not knowing that a certain two racers were preparing to trap him. One gave a thumbs up to the other as they both drove parallel to one another. Much to his horror, Turbo realised their intentions almost a moment too late. In his blind panic, he slammed on the foot pedal harder, forcing his cart to it's absolute limit.

At last, the racers were past the finish line, though it was difficult to say who the winner was at first glance. The crowd loved the race, throwing their food and drinks into the air in excitement. Turbo grinned at them once again, giving his signature pose. The other two racers rolled their eyes at each other before one of them headed down to the podiums titled "1st", "2nd", and "3rd".

"It doesn't look like our winner is so clear right now, folks! We're gonna have to take it to the speed cameras," the announcer said, the microphone clicking as the crowd was whispering about who the winner might be. Turbo looked unsurely at the crowd as they talked, hoping that he hadn't let any of them down if he lost. However, one of the blue and white racers gave him a reassuring glance and a pat on the shoulder before heading off to join his brother. Another click was heard, and the crowd immediately went silent.

"Well, we know who the winner is, now, folks," the announcer spoke solemnly to the crowd. "The winner is..."

Turbo stared wide-eyed, praying with every pixel that he had that he had won. Not a single sound was made from the crowd as they too waited almost as anxiously as Turbo himself.

"...Turbo!"

Turbo jumped up with excitement, fist-pumping the air as the crowd poured confetti over the stands. Rushing to the podium titled "1st", Turbo gladly climbed up and accepted his trophy, giving one last "Turbo-Tastic" stance to the crowd as they cheered.

After the race, food wrappers were left all over the stands, cola spilling over the seats. The crowds basically vanished, and Turbo was left alone with the other racers. Turbo noticed that they looked exactly alike, but figured that asking why was not a very polite or proper way to greet his new co-workers. Instead, he decided to introduce himself.

"Hey, my name'th Turbo," Turbo spread his arm out to shake the hands of the two racers, who were giggling about something, though no sound actually came out. "What'th your names?"

The two racers looked at each other wistfully, in unison. One of them stuck out their tongue and pointed at it, before sadly shaking his head. Turbo's face softened at the realisation that neither of them could talk.

"Oh, um, well, I can't call you 'blue and white racerth" forever, can I?" Turbo scratched his head, concluding that he could make acquaintances with them despite their inability to speak. To be honest, he half realised that he had his own speech difficulty. He would pronounce 's' like 'th', not really too sure on how to pronounce the letter properly. One thing he did know was that it was not the right way to pronounce it - the announer spoke more clearly than he did - but he couldn't really do anything about it. "What do you want to be called?"

The blue and white racers shrugged their shoulders.

"Okay, how about...?" Turbo thought, looking skyward before thinking up an idea. "Hey, why don't I call you 'The Racing Twinth'?"

The racers shook their head.

"Okay, what about 'Fred' and 'George'?" the blue and white racers laughed (but, of course, didn't produce any sound) at this.

"Hey, at leatht I'm trying!" Turbo blushed a bright red, which was extemely obvious in contrast to his paper-white complexion. "Okay, 'Mandy' and 'Dandy'?"

More laughter.

"'Brututh' and 'Charlie'?"

Nope.

"What about 'TurboTime Twinth'?"

The blue and white racers stopped laughing. They looked at each other, waiting for each other's approval. Realising they were both content with their new name, they gave a thumbs up and a wide grin to Turbo, in unison.

"Great, I gueth you're the 'TurboTime Twinth', then!" Turbo gave a thumbs up back to the twins.

The TurboTime twins held hands and jumped with excitement as Turbo proudly thought about his newfound friends. Looking at his trophy, Turbo saw a reflection of good things to come for them all.

"Come on, let'th go to my place!" Turbo gestured to the twins, who nodded in agreement without complaint. It seemed like nothing could go wrong for them at all. But, of course, life wasn't and isn't that simple. Outside their game, characters were waiting for Turbo to cause disruption in their arcade and possibly shut it down.

And some of them were ready to do anything to stop this threat.