As promised, here is the sequel to my surprise hit, "One Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time"! This will continue the adventures of Turbo and 'Blondie', while also introducing some extra characters to add to the mix, such as the 'scrapped' characters found in the deleted scenes and the twins from TurboTime. Since I decided to go with a T rating on this one, it will have certain elements in it that I couldn't quite get away with in the last one, but I'll still keep the same general tone that the last one had.

Again, thank you to everyone who supported the last story, and I hope you all enjoy this one just as much! :)

One More Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time

Prologue

December 30, 2013

If Ralph had to be truly honest with himself, he hated going inside the concept art area.

The strange, mysterious world that lie beyond the borders of Game Central Station cast an overall aura of sadness. It made the large wrecker's heart drop every time he traveled there, which had perhaps only five times thus far in his life.

The scenery was surreal in nature, some of it unfinished, and all of it hand-drawn. There were a few parts that Ralph didn't mind seeing, like the Maize Maze, but most of it was like being inside of a Picasso-inspired nightmare. The sky was largely uncolored in most areas, the ground levels being simple streaks of colored lines as if a preschooler had drawn it for themselves on a blank sheet of paper.

No sound could be heard in the Sugar Rush section with the exception of near the Maize Maze where the black licorice crows cawed, Skittles the uni-candy-corn brayed, and the occasional sound of Cornelius Cobb hoo-hooing like King Candy could be heard. That place and Extreme EZ Livin' 2 were the only 'scrapped' locations that had any continuous music and vocal effects. The Hero's Duty area was by far the scariest with all of its unexplored canyons and crevasses, hidden by dark shades of greens, blacks, and blues. Thankfully, no cybugs were present there.

Swirls of water colors danced around Ralph as he walked along the cobbled walkway that led to The Wheelhouse, which was intended to be a dance club in Sugar Rush. It was shaped like a giant peppermint on the outside, but the inside was really dark with lots of blacks and blues, with pops of brighter colors to give off the appearance of a nightclub. Upside down cupcake holders made up different, adjourning rooms, accessible both by a door on the outside and also through a hallway on the inside. Right now, there wasn't any dancing or partying going on, so the place was eerily empty. Ralph cleared his throat, clutching the mint green version of Vanellope's princess dress close to him, trying not to let it drag on the ground.

"Hey, anyone home!"

The slight echo in the room unnerved him, but he swallowed and stepped inside regardless. Vanellope had no problem being here, as she thought was all great fun and the most exciting place she'd ever seen. She'd run around exploring the place trying to discover every secret she could. Ralph had thought the same at first, being intrigued with the history of their movie, but that stopped when the reality of the situation dawned on him: Anyone was allowed to go in at any time, however the people who resided within could not come out.

The people here were literally prisoners due to their "scrapped" nature, unable to reside within the canon world of their respective movie-verse. Vanellope had asked multiple times why something couldn't be done to make the inhabitants be able to leave, but Ralph had no answer for her. She still liked to visit here, but today she was tied up with some Disney Princess "stuff", as she called it.

Ralph walked to the door that led to the dressing area, where all the conceptual clothing was kept; Felix's yellow shirt was there, along with Vanellope's racing suit with the orange and blue details (she didn't much care for it), were only a couple of the different items available to be used. For some reason, non-sentient objects such as the clothes could be removed from here and into the canon movie-verse, but the conscious-minded people could not. Ralph supposed it had to do with the fact that the clothes were associated with one of the canon characters (like himself), and therefore the boundary between the two worlds did not register those things as 'foreign'. That was his guess, not that he was sure if that was correct or not. The worlds of concept art ran on a completely different set of laws than the rest of Disney World did, after all.

Ralph carefully hung the tiny dress on an empty hanger and placed it in Vanellope's section of the over-sized closet. He nodded in self-satisfaction that he hadn't destroyed the entire room, then turned around with a gasp, his hand clutching his chest right above his heart.

"O-oh, hi, Lady Go Go," he fumbled out, composing himself after his bit of fright. "I'm just, uh, returning the dress that Vanellope borrowed for that wedding we went to."

The voluptuous singer-dancer held her head up to look at Ralph, a curious smile on her face. As a conceptual character, she had more than one form she could take, the most common being the violet-skinned beauty with long flowing platinum-blonde hair and a giant tire-shaped sun hat on. One of her eyes was hidden by her hair, giving her a flirty peek-a-boo look, her pouty lips darkened with a black sheer gloss. Sometimes she would switch to her tanned-skin/white dress form, but she usually prefered her purple skin to make herself look exotic.

'Oh, I forgot all about her taking that. Turbo married, eh?' She cocked a hip and placed a hand on it, shaking her head. 'That's something I'll never understand. Especially since the last time I saw him, he said I was worse than a 'glitch' to my face. Such a rude little troll, he was."

Ralph chuckled awkwardly at the memory: It had been last November, when everyone had first discovered that they were in fact movie characters. Mickey Mouse had just finished explaining the situation to them, including why Turbo was even still alive, and had taken them (the 'Core Four' and Turbo) on a grand tour of the concept art area to further their knowledge on 'who' and 'what' they were. Turbo was still very much a bitter grouch and most unpleasant to be around at the time, and once he'd learned about 'scrapped' characters and how they couldn't leave the area, he'd insulted Lady Go Go without a second thought. Ralph had been forced to pick the gray man up by the scruff of his suit and carry him out, leaving him with some Oreo guards back in Game Central Station so he wouldn't cause anymore problems.

Apparently, Go Go still held a grudge.

"Yeah, well," the wrecker shrugged, not really sure what to say. "Let's just say he's changed since then."

Go Go gave him a look that told him she didn't buy it, but she swished her hair out of her face while looking off to the side to signal that she no longer wished to discuss it. 'Where is Vanellope anyway? She usually comes with you.'

She could not speak, not like a normal person could anyway. She had never been given a voice actor, like Bobby Dunderson had been for example; Cornelius Cobb used King Candy's voice because of some confusion with the deleted scene that featured him (which was really the 'king' in disguise, not the real Cobb). The characters that had no voices could still 'talk' telekinetically, though there wasn't any actual 'voice' to be heard; the only characters able to 'hear' them were Mickey Mouse, a few other members of his cabinet, and then all of the characters that were present within that respective movie. The best way to describe it was how Peter Pan was able to understand Tinkerbell despite not speaking in words. When Lady Go Go spoke, it reminded Ralph of piano music, with different beats and tempos to match her mood.

"Yeah, she's busy with some mandatory princess meeting," Ralph chuckled, scratching at the side of his head with one hand. "Boy, this place is eerie when it's empty. No Candy Ravers or nobody out here."

Go Go shrugged, being used to it. 'They prefer Bobby's place. More noise. They'll come back when they get tired of the 'likes'.'

"Ah."

Ralph felt more uneasy the longer he stood here, bunching a fist up to cough into. He never knew entirely what to say to her for some reason; it sounded mean, but she creeped him out sometimes. Out of all the 'scrapped' characters, she was the one that acted the most resentful about it, sometimes even depressed if you caught her on a bad day. Possibly because she was written to be a vibrant, lively person and yet was stuck here without even a voice to sing with.

"WELL, guess I'll be heading out now," Ralph said in a tone that more than suggested he was trying to politely find a way to excuse himself, backing up towards the exit even. "Uh, tell Bobby and Cornelius 'hi' when you see them."

The would-be singer smiled faintly, nodding in response. Go Go waved Ralph off as he said his good-bye; after he left, she sighed and made her way over to the large stage in the concert room. Her fingers reached out and touched the microphone stand there, a hint of a smile on her lips.

'Some day...some day, I will have a voice. And I'll bust out of here and show everyone that I'm more than just 'scrapped'.' Her hands clenched around the base of the stand just underneath the microphone, her narrowed in determination. 'If the likes of TURBO can leave freely and get rewarded for it, then I will see to it that 'I' get my own happy ending...no matter what the price.'

March 8, 2014 ~ The Real World

It's been just over two months since Turbo and I were married; like the complete dorks we are, we've been celebrating our monthly anniversaries, having had our second one a little over a week ago with a short day trip to Texas. I'm sure we'll quit doing these once we hit our one year anniversary, but right now we're having fun with the monthly ones.

We'd gone on our honeymoon back in January, spending a week next to a NASCAR track where Turbs got to make good on his Christmas present. He got to learn how to drive a genuine stock car and raced around for a couple of hours. The crazy, excited grin he'd had on his face after he got out of that car was only a precursor to how excitable he was going to be the rest of our trip. I didn't think he'd ever calm down.

February was the month of my birthday, and no Turbs didn't eat my cake this year. He also didn't force me to go on a chocolate spending spree with him for Valentine's Day. We went out and ate dinner like civilized people on both days, then what we did after that is none of your business. You know, it's strange how being married takes a lot of the shyness out of you. I'm still a little weird about PDA, but at home, I could care less. I think I was being all fruity about it pre-marriage because of my stupid ex-boyfriend's habits still having an effect on me, but he's not around anymore so let's not dwell on him.

Anyway, Turbo had finally completed his online education to become a driving instructor. Mr. Boddy said the next slot to start teaching a class would be on Monday, so Turbs was both anticipating and dreading it. He wants to do his part in paying bills and also so he can buy some things for himself without having to ask me for the money. At the same time, he's been worried that the people in his classes might not take him seriously because he's animated...an animated villain, to be precise.

"Turbs, I wish you'd relax already," I said to him as we laid together on the couch, with me snuggled on top of him while he flipped through the channels. "I'm sure once the initial awkwardness goes away, then the class will be smooth sailing."

"Nobody 'sails smoothly' in their first driving class," he replied, his eyes staring ahead at the TV, but I could tell he wasn't paying attention. He was flipping through channels so fast, you couldn't even see what was on!

"That's not what I was talking about." I rested my head on top of his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his torso better. "I meant about you getting accepted. After all, you've been living in my world for over a year now, I think everyone's seen you by now."

"I still get funny looks sometimes," he said blankly, finally turning the TV off. He dropped the remote to the carpeted floor and wrapped his arms around me while dropping his head back on his pillow. "And accepting that I really exist is different than accepting me as their authoritative figure."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll come up with a way to make them listen," I smiled at him, trying to sound positive. "Just be your usual, charming self."

He smiled faintly at that and lolled his head towards mine to rest there. "Not everyone is you, blondie, but I'll give it a shot." He sighed heavily, then added, "Aren't you worried that we won't see each other as often? What with me working during the day, and you working at night..."

I felt a little pang of nervous energy in my stomach. I'd thought about that myself, to be honest. "Well, it's not like we'll never see each other," I finally said after a moment. "There may be a few days in a row that we don't see each other that often, but we'll still have some off days that are the same."

"Yeah, you're right. I just don't want anything to mess up what we have, you know?"

"Turbs..." I smiled at him lovingly. "After everything we went through last year? I think if we can survive through that, we can survive through anything. A work schedule difference is a lot less dramatic than a cybug-Nicelander, if you ask me."

He chuckled deep, vibrating down through his chest so I could feel it. "I knew I married you for a reason."

I laughed and shifted myself so I could lay on his stomach more comfortably, picking my head up off his chest so I could lean in and give him a kiss. I pulled back enough to look in his softly glowing eyes, sighing a little to myself. "Just one reason?"

Turbo smirked at me and ran his hands through my hair, letting his fingers just barely touch any skin so I'd get the shivers. "Yeah, just one."

I knew he was baiting me to either say or do something, so I purposely gave in. "You...sure about that?"

One of my legs 'accidentally' rubbed on him a certain way, making his grin bigger. He held me tight then flipped me over on my back really quick to make us switch places, eliciting a round of surprised giggles out of me. My hands went around the back of his head to massage his scalp while he gazed down at me with that recognizable mischievous grin of his. I still get all flustered when he looks at me like that, and I could feel my face getting hot.

"Since you asked so nicely," he said in a quiet whisper, the faint trace of a smile still present on his face, "the reason is that I love you."

I felt a shudder run through me; even though we say that to each other all the time, it never gets old, and I still get this warm surge plow through me when he says it. I never thought it was possible to love and be loved this much until Turbs came along.

"I love you too," I said back quietly, my hands coming down to cup his face gently just in time for him to drop his head down to give me one of those really good kisses that serves as a prelude for other things. His hands slid back around my shoulders to hug me to him, and I wrapped one of my legs around him to get more comfortable.

You know, if showing someone how much you love them isn't the best thing in the world, then it's pretty darn close. I can't imagine a life where we didn't love each other, and I pray we never have to experience it.

So that was just a small taste of the world of the concept art area, which will be further explored in later installments. I don't own anything that was mentioned during that scene, but I did have to make up Lady Go Go's personality/mannerisms since she's not even in a deleted scene to watch in order to get a baseline on her. Hopefully none of this was boring and you guys stick around to see how everything plays out!