Epilogue
Turbo opened his eyes. He stretched, blinked, tested his limbs.
Nothing broken. Good.
Where am I?
He sat up and looked about him. He was in a narrow, darkened passageway. The walls on either side of him were covered in lights and wiring. Before him and behind him, the passage stretched onwards into darkness. A thin ray of light shown down through a little hole in the ceiling above him.
Just wide enough for me to have passed through.
I'm inside the power strip.
And then the events came rushing back to his mind.
What was I thinking? I just rushed out- but no! The gamers snubbed me. They all snubbed me!
But my game's gone. My fellow racers are gone.
Bunsen's gone? Good riddance.
But his face when he died…and how he died…
He deserved it.
But Nitro didn't.
No, he didn't. But that's not my fault. I did what had to be done. I showed those upstarts in Roadblasters. I showed those two boys. I showed them all!
Showed them all what? How petty I am?
But no- I'm still alive. If fate had deemed my actions unjustified, I would be dead. The chances of falling through that one little tiny crack in the plastic coating of the power strip were one in a million.
He stood up.
I can't show myself to the other characters. I broke a taboo. They won't understand.
But where to stay?
Here. I can stay here. Out of sight, out of mind, until I find a new place to stay.
Until I find a new way to please the gamers again. They'll see just who they've rejected. I'm Turbo, and I'm the greatest racer ever. I live to serve gamers, to make them happy. And by my code, I'll make them happy. If it takes me thirty years, I'll find a way to ingratiate myself with them again.
He grinned and gave two thumbs up.
Everything will be Turbotastic.
And so concludes this fic. It wasn't overly long, but I hope it was of sufficient quality to be enjoyed.
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Thank you for reading this story.
~ crankyman7