WiR: Sour-tastic ~ Chapter 4 Lemony was feeling pretty good, even for her. Humming her favorite tune, the TurboTime theme song, she headed out of the castle, leaving Turbo glad that he finally gets to meet a fan. On her way home, she bumps into Vanellope, a nasty little mistake. "Watch it, Glitch!" she snarled. Vanellope gave her a confused, yet dirty look, wondering who that racer was, who she hasn't seen often. But Lemony just stomps off, ignoring the look that she received. She had more turbo-tastic things that she was thinking of. But, she soon gets bored- since she has no friends to hang out with- and starts drawing Turbo in the dirt.-----Turbo, in the castle, struggles feverishly to put his facade back on, making sure his donut force and loyal servant make sure no one enters the castle, the very few who know his true identity. Turbo, bored, and still cautious, sends Duncan and Wynchel to find he
WiR: Sour~tastic Chapter 3 "Woohoo!" Lemony shouted over the roar of the engine and the wind whistling past. It was quite the rush; the adrenaline pounded through her, making it even more enjoyable. The road, which was a shortcut, had many sharp turns and jumps, which made it even more enjoyable. Every jump would make her stomach flip and every turn made her slide and jerk, which tested her grip. They quickly reach the castle, with a wobbly Sourpuss stumbling off. "How are you feeling?" King Candy asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. "Hurry, I contemplated so much and have many, many things to share with you. Come along! Hurry, jello-legs! There isn't much time to spare!" He then quickly bounded away to the castle. She took a sec to regain her balance, but soon rushed to catch up. "Hey, wait for me!" It didn't take long for her to catch up; King Candy waited f
WiR Sour~tastic Chapter 2 Eager to learn more about her idol, Turbo, Lemony bombards King Candy with questions. It was probably the first time that her face had something that could be called a smile. "How good was he? Did he have any record? What was he like? How-"She suddenly realizes she was practically attacking him with questions. "I, uh- I mean... sorry..." Her face gets ever so slightly pink with embarrassment. He tries not to acknowledge her eagerness and beaming face in order to ease from the awkwardness of the moment. "Oh, you seem quite eager about this... Turbo fellow. Well, I know him, very, very personally in fact, quite the charmer, that is one thing I will say for sure." He nods and gives her a warm smile, walking aimlessly. "You-You knew him?" Lemony is now trying very hard to contain her bottled up and masked excitement. If it wasn't for her sour and down-to-
WiR Sour-tastic ~ Chapter 1 Over the years, Lemony seemed to get even more sour than sweet, if getting more sour was possible. No matter, she was the best. Whenever she did lose, she always grumbled about going easy on them so they might have a gold coin too. Her attitude really made her an unwelcome character around the other racers, but she didn't care. They're just jealous, she would say. It didn't matter to her, the gamers loved her and that's all the love she ever needed. The time when the arcade was closed could be pretty boring, but Lemony always found a way to pass the time; sometimes she'd practice her driving, or try to beat her time record, but when she didn't feel like doing anything on the track (which was rare) she would usually explore or go on a walk. Well, today was one of those days. Being the sour dare-devil that she was, her favor
WiR: Sour-tastic ~ Prologue When she first came to be, there was nothing. Then in a flash and a spark of electricity, there she was, in a world filled with candy and a Japanese Theme song playing in the background. At first, she was confused at where she was or even who she was, but then her pre-programmed memories kicked in. Her name: Lemony Sourpuss. Her age: young, maybe nine or ten. Maybe even eleven. Her purpose: to race.Race. That was her purpose. She smiled, it fit her so perfectly. Her entire being and code longed for the thrill of speeding along the track, beating the other racers and making them cry. Speaking of which, where were they? It didn't take long to find them, they were all together chatting away, making friends. She sneered. Who needed friends? They wouldn't help you win. Once on the track, they are your mortal en