This chapter has been updated as planned. So do enjoy either way. Only some words and such have been changed abit.

The following characters does not belong to me. All characters belong to the creators of Wreck-It Ralph; Walt Disney

It was all over for Turbo. Everything went down hill as he watched the kids abandon him for the new game that had just arrived. His sunken yellow eyes that granted him a skeletal feature scanned the title of the new game; Road Blasters.

The racer was instantly hit with such jealousy that he growled furiously until his throat began to feel sore. He also had to cover himself up as the kids heard this strange sound of computer distortion. Turbo quickly yelled; "Turbo-tastic!"

But nothing was Turbo-tastic for him any more.

After secluding himself in his bungalow of a home, over-whelmed with envy that changed to fury, slowly moulding into shock he had a competitor. With all the emotions spiralling in the racer's mind, it was no surprise that the racer was kept awake into the first hours of morning, Turbo could not aid himself to rest what hours he had to spare; he could do nothing more but wait for Litwak's Arcade to open at 9am; six hours to go and he spent it by pacing back and forth in his box-sized room.

Come eight-thirty, Turbo left his game and wandered aimlessly around Game Central Station. His mind was full of worries, swimming with such thoughts that the world around him had fallen in to a haunting silence.

You will never be played again, a voice chuckled deep within the racers mind, The kids don't like you. They adore Road Blasters. You're just as good as unplugged.

"Turbo?" the said racer was welcomed back to the sound of characters around him and a sudden touch upon his shoulder. He turned to see who spoke his name – it was Fix-It Felix Jr. who wore a worried expression.

"I thought it was you. What are you doing?" the handyman immediately asked.

"What does it look like, Fix-It?" Turbo sneered, shoving Felix's hand away.

"Well, that is why I'm asking because you've been wandering around in random directions. Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, there is and it's about that new game that arrived yesterday." Turbo answered.

"Oh, Road Blasters? That new racing game?"

"Yes! That very game that has already taken away my thunder! Those kids abandoned me just because of its graphics!" Turbo spat in such a manic tone many characters around the station began to turn their gaze to him and Felix.

"Easy Turbo. So it was just two kids, there's alot of other gamers who will still play Turbo-Time."

"No they will not! My game will be unplugged and all because of that sparkling graphic game!"

"Come now, Turbo. You're over reacting. You need to remember the classics are the true type and that game is just cars. There's no real character in them."

"I don't care! I'm going put an end to Road Blasters! I'll get back my pride; my glorious game play will continue rather than I just wandering around the race track!" Turbo spat as he began to pick a pace up at his legs.

"Turbo! You can't just go in to that game! What if it detects you as a threat? It could damage you and you could be stuck in there!"

"I won't, Felix! I'll be in and out in no time! Nothing will stop me!" Turbo spun on his toes and he ran to the far side of Game Central Station.

"Turbo! Wait!" Felix called out as he ran after the racer who was just much too fast for the handyman. Turbo was now in his own plugs connection and was about to jump in to one of the small carriages only to suddenly feel something grab him at his shoulders and pull him away.

"Let go!" Turbo snapped as he thrashed his arms wildly.

"Turbo, listen to me, please!" Felix snapped as he dragged Turbo to the wall. "You can't follow out what you have planned! That game could destroy you!"

"No it won't, and at this point, I don't care! At least the twins will get to be played!" Turbo spat in protest.

"That can't happen and you know it! You know they aren't playable because you're the lead character. They will die if you follow out this ridiculous act. In short; Turbo-Time will be unplugged!"

"No. Road Blasters will be the first and last game to be unplugged. Now, get off of me!" Turbo exclaimed as he tried to free himself from Felix's grip.

"Please Turbo, you could die in the game. It could detect you as a threat, and it may very well do so, it will destroy you. Please, just give it time. You know other kids will play Turbo-Time. I can guarantee it."

"Why should I listen to you?!" Turbo spat as he managed to pry himself free from Felix.

"Because I've always been there to support you. I've always helped you see sense and now you're deciding to turn it down. That is not the Turbo I know. You may love the attention but you should remember what I've told you every time you go looking for it; you won't last long in our world of gaming."

"That's easy for you to say, Felix. You and Ralph get played all the time."

"That may be but even if it isn't for a full day we're thankful for even been glanced at."

Turbo looked over his shoulder at the blue eyed handyman, glaring at him. "Why do you bother with someone like me, huh? Why me?! A . . . ghostly psychotic racer as many mark me who just wants all the kids attention to himself!"

"Because I know deep within your luminescent eyes there is a heart willing to change and going to Road Blasters is not the way. If you just continue as though nothing happened you will still have the kids play Turbo-Time."

Turbo was struck with such guilt as he stared Felix right in to his blue eyes that were crest fallen of such emotion of sadness and also plea. "Fine," the racer sneered. "But I'm only going to give it until tomorrow. Mark my words, Felix; Road Blasters will be gone before the arcade can even close!"

Felix wasn't sure how else to respond to Turbo's very well created famous last words for Road Blasters. Although, even if the handyman could say something it was too late; Turbo had hopped in the train carriage that pulled away and travelled through the extension cord. Felix simply watched Turbo disappear.

The handyman did not want to leave the area. He was worried. What if Turbo decided to head back in to Game Central Station to do his bizarre bidding? Would the racer actually pull such an unimaginable stunt to go as far with the possibility of death by his side? Felix was in such depth of his thoughts that it took the Voice Command to bring him out of his mind.

Attention. The Arcade will be opening within the hour. Please head for the final train to your appointed games.

Felix sighed, his shoulders falling slack as he did so. He then made his way to the far end where his own extension lead led to his game; Fix-It Felix. Jr. As the handyman sat in the first carriage, he felt his stomach churn with such a foreign feeling wash over him.

"If only I could be in Turbo-Time right now." Felix muttered to himself as the train rolled along the length of the wire. "Turbo, please do give this longer than tomorrow." Felix looked up to see the familiar jet-black sky and ten storey high apartment stand out in the centre of the 8-bit block world.

"Felix?" a deep voice caught the handyman off guard as he hopped at least ten feet high. "Whoa! Sorry Felix! It's just me, Ralph." and indeed it was.

Felix looked up at the broad, tall man. His hair was chestnut brown and an unruly mess. He wore a maroon chequered overall which had a single strap hanging on over his dark red t-shirt and trousers. The only off putting feature about this muscular wrecker were his colossal hands that weren't built to wield delicate tasks.

"Oh! Jiminny jaminny, Ralph. It's just you." the handyman sighed as he also smiled nervously.

"Yes, it is and are you ok?" Ralph asked.

"I'm ok. I just wasn't expecting to see you so suddenly." Felix answered hoping to reassure the wrecker.

"Well, that's good to hear. But are you sure you're ok? You really don't look too good." Ralph asked once more.

"Well, it's really because I saw Turbo just some time ago," Felix spoke on as he self-consciously ran his gloved fingers over his golden hammer, "He started going on about that new game Road Blasters and ranting on about it catching the attention of some boys during a game play. He's real mad at the game."

"Ahh. Well, he'll come round soon. If it's attention he wants he'll just have to seek it later or elsewhere." said Ralph as coolly as he could. Personally, thoughts nor care about Turbo ever did cross the wrecker's mind.

"Well, that's what I'm worried about," Felix hung his head low, "I just hope he won't do anything rational."

"Come on Felix," Ralph coaxed the handyman to follow on with his colossal hands, "Don't worry about it. He'll behave himself and you'll see as soon as the arcade closes."

Felix knew that Ralph was trying to reassure him but the handyman just could not shake off the uneasiness that made his very code tremble.

"Come on, Felix. We'd best be ready for the first quarter alert." Ralph called out as he made his way to the far side of the dumping ground for the broken bricks.

Felix slowly trudged along towards the apartment where many of the Nice-Landers awaited for their dear, friendly handyman.

"Hello Felix!" Mayor Gene called out. His beaming smile that was forever placed upon his face immediately dropped down to a worried frown. "Felix, are you ok?" He then asked, noticing the handyman's usual smile was replaced with a lethargic look and his face was ghostly pale. Even the rest of the Nice-Landers began to worry.

"Felix, what's the matter?" Deanna asked as she stepped forth and took hold of Felix's gloved hand.

"I'll be ok everyone." Felix whispered in such a melancholy tone. "Let us all just get in to our positions. The kids are bound to be at the ready with their quarters." Felix then managed to pull his hand away from Deanna and walked to the far side awaiting for his role of the game to start.

Ralph approached the Nice-Landers who turned to him with hopeful looks. "If you're wondering what is wrong with him, he's worried about Turbo from Turbo-Time. That nut-case kid apparently has plans to try and put the new game Road Blasters out of order."

"Aren't them two friends – Felix and Turbo?" asked Don.

"Yep. It turns out they had abit of an argument and – " it was then a sudden familiar sound blared away, interrupting Ralph.

"Quarter alert! Let's go people! Quickly!" Mayor Gene exclaimed.

Ralph immediately hurried away from the apartment which all the Nice-Landers hurried in to. Ralph then turned his gaze to Felix who set his golden hammer aside which was now ready to collect for him to play his part. Don't worry, Felix. Turbo will be fine.

However, outside of the Fix-It Felix Jr. game and to its left was Turbo-Time which was deserted; lonesome. Deep inside the game, Turbo was pacing around by his cart that sat before the starting line of the oval track.

As Turbo kept up his anxious pace, he could not have known the twin NPC racers of Turbo-Time were ever so slowly tiptoeing closer to their unexpected fellow racer.

"Ready Jack?" asked one of the twins.

"Ready Russel!" the second replied, excitedly. They waited as Turbo had his back facing them, and in that split second the twins, Jack and Russel pounced on to Turbo sending the poor racer down flat on his stomach on the dirt track.

"Ow! What the – ?!" Turbo's ears then seemed to perk up to a familiar hearted laughter giving him the hint that the dead weight sat upon his back were the ones he greatly despised.

"Jack . . . Russel, you have five seconds to get off of me before I beat the living code out of you!" Turbo snapped as he tried to buck the twins off of his back.

"Yeah. You beat us up? Good one, Turbo." Russel chuckled.

"Are you guys forgetting the way I got you back after you did a monstrosity act upon my hair?" Turbo snarled.

The twins then stopped laughing for the look of shock was planted upon their faces. To what filled their minds to cause them to become regretful on jumping on Turbo made the twins quickly rise up and stand to one side.

Once Turbo felt the weight leave his back, he pushed himself up to stand on his feet.

"Sheesh, Turbo! You can never take a joke or have some fun." said Russel as he folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"What makes you think I want to at a time like this?!" Turbo spat and it was done literally in Russel's face.

"At a time like what? Nothing has happened. And control that lisp of yours, please." said Russel as he self-consciously wiped a hand over his face.

"I don't have a lisp," Turbo quickly denied, "and it looks like I have to spell it out to you two once again. Clearly NPC's are not programmed with common sense or able to see logic and reason." Turbo sighed as he pinched the skin between his brows.

He then set his hands on to Jack and Russel's shoulders, gesturing the twins to walk along with him. "Look up there." They all looked up at the screen, there they saw the outside world of Litwak's Arcade.

"Wait. Turbo, is this about that new game that came here yesterday?" Jack asked.

"Finally!" Turbo exclaimed rather too ecstatic as he pulled away from the twins. "Some sense has sprouted in one of you! Yes! You see that game, Road Blasters has taken away my thunder!"

"Turbo, I know what you're really getting at," Russel spoke up, "you're jealous just because those gamers abandoned this game just to try out Road Blasters."

"Jealous? Ha! That's a laugh! A good joke, Russel!" Turbo chuckled, maniacally.

"No, I'm just been factual and you're been stubborn and petty as always." said Russel as he rolled his eyes and shook his head to Turbo's attitude.

Turbo flashed a deadly glare at Russel. He then threw a clenched fist at Russel, hitting the twin at his arm. "I am not the stubborn one! Nor am I petty! So you just watch what you say to me, Russel!" Turbo snarled as he also grabbed the twin by the scruff of his neck.

"Guys! Stop it!" Jack jumped in as he tried to pry Turbo's hand free from the collar of Russel's jumpsuit.

"It's ok, Jack, he just can't get his own way." said Russel as he looked at Jack, hoping to reassure his twin. He then turned his gaze back to the racer. "Turbo, you ought to learn that you can't have everything that you want and also keep your jealousy under control because it won't get you any where fancy. It'll just get you in to trouble."

"You don't know me well enough, Russel. So here's one thing I won't repeat again, so remember it well; No-one takes away my thunder!" Turbo snapped as he released Russel and kicked at the stands where the block pixel audience sat. Turbo was clouded with such anger that he surprisingly didn't feel the pain strike his toes.

"Jeez, Turbo! Calm down!" spat Russel who now rubbed at his throbbing arm as he approached the racer who was ready to throw more of a tantrum. "The Arcade has just opened. There are other kids who will play the game."

"No they won't!" Turbo screamed to the top of his lungs as he now threw a punch at the stand. This time he felt the agonising pain of possible broken bones. He dropped down to his knees, hissing through gritted teeth.

"Turbo! Are you ok?" Jack asked as he knelt down to Turbo's level.

"Forget him Jack, this always happens with Turbo just because the bratty baby can't have his bottle." and before Russel could then register why he was suddenly on the ground, he caught the sight of a white fist that struck him squarely between his eyes.

"Turbo! Stop!" Russel heard his twin yell in such a pleading tone and before Turbo could continue his assault, Russel, now gifted with a surge of adrenaline managed to grab Turbo's clenched fist and strike him at his stomach with his knee.

Turbo rolled over on to his back, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Jack hurried over to Russel and helped the twin to stand up.

"You brat!" Russel spat as he forced himself up. He was slightly dazed as he staggered towards Turbo in a stumble. He was about to deliver a kick at Turbo's side only to be stopped by Jack who grabbed the twin by his arm and pulled him away.

"No Russel! There's no point." said Jack.

"Whose side are you on?!" Russel snapped baring a vicious glare at the twin.

"I'm not on anyone's side!" Jack exclaimed in protest. "I'm just trying to put a stop to this ridiculous fight!" the twin then made his way to Turbo, kneeling down by his side and stretching out a helping hand, offering the gesture to the racer.

"I don't need your help!" Turbo snarled as he slapped Jack's hand away.

The twin eyed Turbo with a hurt expression. "Fine. I was only going to do what was right. I won't allow this feud to go on between you, I and Russel." Jack then rose to his feet and walked up to Russel who set his arm over the twins shoulder. "Let's go get that nose fixed up."

The twins left Turbo who pulled himself up to his feet, slightly keeled over as he kept an arm wrapped around his stomach. He watched the twins disappear in to a two storey building. He then looked up at the very window that separated him from the Arcade. He then saw the two boys from yesterday who were playing the new game Road Blasters.

Deep within Turbo's throat a vicious growl thrummed away as he now spun on his heels and hurried over to his cart. He leapt in to the drivers seat and started the cart up. Shifting the gear in to first and striking the accelerator with his foot. The cart roared to life as Turbo spun the steering wheel around, guiding the vehicle over the grass in a harsh turn upon its wheels. Turbo drove the cart to the exit of Turbo-Time now entering the wire.

"I'll get that Road Blasters unplugged, no matter what!" Turbo growled to himself as he drove on.

However, as Turbo darted along the length of the extension wire, running out of his own games outlet was Felix. He came to a halt as he heard the barriers sensor blare.

"No! I have to make sure Turbo hasn't done the unthinkable!" Felix then dashed on over to the other side of the outlets. As he did a strange sound echoed the very station. Felix looked to see a sudden flash of red and white dart out of an outlet.

"Turbo?" Felix spoke aloud and indeed it was.

Turbo was now racing away from the outlet of his game and gliding along in Game Central Station. He whizzed down along the opposite outlets. He eyed each one until his eyes that gleamed with such a look of a maniac met the words Road Blasters. Turbo even spotted Felix. He grinned wickedly as he set his cart in to fifth gear. The carts engine echoed with a violent roar, silencing out Felix's shouts. Turbo spun the cart harshly and drove right in to the entrance.

The handyman could only watch Turbo drive in to Road Blasters outlet. "No . . . He actually went in!"

"Hey!" Felix looked to see an entire blue holograph man approach him. "What are you doing out here during working hours?"

"I'm sorry Surge Protector, but I'm Felix from Fix-It Felix Jr. and the lead character, Turbo from Turbo-Time has just gone in to Road Blasters!" Felix answered.

"What? Why has he done that?!" the Surge Protector snapped.

"Because he is jealous of the game!" Felix snapped back. "He wants to put that game out of order; unplugged forever!"

"Well, there's nothing that can be done now and I doubt he'll get out of there alive. In short; any foreign visitors will be terminated. He is as good as dead if he doesn't reconsider coming out any time soon."

Felix felt his heart miss a beat towards the Surge Protectors words. All he could do now was stare at the outlet of Road Blasters with such high hopes that Turbo would come back in to Game Central Station and go home before any one noticed the racer's absence from Turbo-Time.

Meanwhile, Turbo had managed to enter the game with no problems whatsoever. The world of Road Blasters was more vast and greatly detailed than he imagined. As he drove along he heard the sound of cars in the distance.

Turbo toed the accelerator, travelling forth along to the road where the cars of the game went along their role of play. Turbo then looked up at the screen to see the boys who were playing the game.

"Turbo-tastic!" Turbo exclaimed as he raised a thumbs up and drove to the far side of the game.

"Hey! Is that – ?"

"Turbo-tastic!" Turbo exclaimed again as he drove along the road again.

"That looks like Turbo." said one of the boys as he then eyed Turbo-Time which was behind him and his friend.

"What is Turbo doing in this game?" the other boy asked as he continued to play the game, turning the steering wheel joystick.

In the game, Turbo drove on to the road once more only this time crashing in to the car the boy controlled. Turbo-tastiiiiii "! Turbo was caught in a convulsing glitch.

On the screen the game began to glitch, breaking in to dozens of pixels and codes, malfunctioning uncontrollably. "Oh, come on!" the boy moaned. "Mr. Litwak!"

Meanwhile, still convulsing and appearing frozen in the malfunction of the game, Turbo tried desperately to pull away. His yellow eyes managed to peer at that shocking familiar piece of orange paper that was slapped over the screen.

I . . . I did it! But I have to get out of here!Turbo continuously revved the engine but the cart was also still caught in the frozen system. Come on! Come on!Turbo growled slightly as he shifted the gear in to reverse which finally allowed the cart to be free and dash backwards. Time to get out of here. Turbo shifted back in to first gear and steered to the exit of Road Blasters.

Outside of Road Blasters outlet, Felix kept staring hopefully at the entrance. "Do you think he will come back?" Felix asked the Surge Protector who remained standing by the entrance.

"I can't be sure. All I do know is that you should head back to your game. Litwak could very well pull your plug if he sees that your game has no signs of activity. Plus, it's not like you to go against the rules of leaving the game during working hours." the Surge Protector answered.

Felix knew the Surge Protector was right. So he decided to praise his words; he turned on his heels and trudged along slowly back to his own outlet. He looked over his shoulder to eye the Road Blasters outlet. There was no sign of any activity or even flash of red and white that would be Turbo.

As Felix was about to head in to his game it was then an all too familiar sound of a carts engine caught Felix's hearing. He turned around to see Turbo darting out of Road Blasters outlet and drove forth towards where Felix stood.

"You may think whatever you like, Fix-It! But no-one, and I mean no-one takes away my thunder! Road Blasters will be unplugged and I shall be played once again!" Turbo exclaimed as he revved the cart, assuming to show his bursting glory.

Sadly, Felix hung his head as he sighed down-heartedly. "You won't be if you don't get back to Turbo-Time, Turbo. I suggest you get back as soon as you can before any one notices your absence." Felix then turned on his heels and he slowly sauntered back in to his own outlet.

"Nothing will happen, Felix! Now I'm going back; back to be played once again!" and so, Turbo did praise to his words; revving his engine as he shifted in to first gear and raced down to the far end of the station.

Felix watched Turbo disappear in to the Turbo-Time outlet. "Just . . . be safe Turbo, and remember I'll be here to help you whether you know it or want my support at all." Felix whispered to himself.

Back in Turbo-Time, Jack and Russel were scouring the entire game to find Turbo.

"Did you find him any where, Jack?" Russel asked as he spotted Jack come back his way.

"No Russel, I didn't." Jack sighed as he looked at his twin with fear in his eyes. "You don't think he left the game do you?"

"If he has then Litwak is bound to notice! He could pull our plug!" Russel exclaimed.

However, as Russel spoke these words, the world of Turbo-Time began to fall in to a orange haze. The twins looked up to see Litwak place up that horrifying piece of paper on the screen. It was the very notice every character dread to see on the screen of their game. Russel and Jack stared in horror at that notice.

"We're . . . out of order?" Jack whispered, his voice began to tremble. "We . . . No! We can't be!" He then screamed to the top of his lungs.

"Stop it, Jack!" Russel snapped as he grabbed his twin roughly by his shoulders.

"I – I don't want to die, Russel!" Jack whimpered.

"We are not going to die! I won't allow that to happen!"

"Well, what do we do now?"

"The only thing we can do, Jack; leave. We have to leave the game. Hopefully there's another game that can hold us in until we figure something out. Let's get going."

As the twins were about to get in to their carts on the oval track, a familiar honk of a horn blared away. Jack and Russel looked up to see Turbo came to a halt, the tyres screeching viciously.

"Haha! I did it!" Turbo screamed with glee as he jumped out of his own cart. "Road Blasters is as good as unplugged now!"

Consumed with such anger, Russel suddenly charged forth at Turbo, pinning the racer down upon the carts bonnet.

"You reckless brat! Not only is Road Blasters due to be unplugged but this game is also on the list!" Russel spat and rather literally on Turbo's face.

"First, control how you talk, Russel, and lastly, what are you talking about?" Turbo asked.

"Look!" Russel forced Turbo to stand up firmly on his own two feet. As the racer gazed up at the notice, his eyes dilated small out of horror and his jaw dropped open, speechless as he gawked at the notice.

"And guess what, Turbo, it's all your fault!" Russel snarled as he forced Turbo against his cart with such brutal strength. Turbo yelped as he collided with the left side mirror of the cart upon his side.

"You and your damn jealousy and attention seeking self has put us out of order!" Russel snapped as he leapt in to his cart. Come on, Jack. Litwak will be here to unplug the game soon. We have to leave.

Jack knew that Russel was right. The time to leave was now. Before making his way to his own cart, Jack looked down at Turbo who slowly pulled himself back up on to his own two feet. The racer eyed Jack with such sorrow.

"Will we, well . . . when can I see you again?" Turbo asked.

"I don't know Turbo," Jack exhaled in sigh. "you have gone too far this time. Our only home now is within Game Central Station. If we do cross one another, well, I only hope you won't go too far with any other game, Turbo." and with that, Jack calmly sat himself at the steering wheel of his cart. In sync, he and Russel started up the vehicles and drove for the exit of Turbo-Time.

Turbo watched the twins disappear. He then looked up at the notice once again causing the racer this time to be on the brink of tears that were slowly welling up at the brim of his sickly-yellow eyes. "What am I suppose to do now?" He asked aloud to the eerie silence.

However, deep down within the racer who was now in a sea of regret, almost drowning towards his inevitable doing. His jealousy had made him become blind upon all reason of the world around him but only granted him the sight of desires and dreams and nothing more.

Turbo wiped away the stray tears that flowed graciously down his cheeks. He climbed in to the drivers seat of his cart and before setting off, he looked up at the notice once more. "I can't dwell on it any more. I'm homeless and that is what I need to see through, now."

Turbo left his game, unable to look back even for a split second within the view of his side mirrors.

As every character of Litwak's Arcade would put it; It was game over for Turbo-Time and of course for Turbo. Right?