#salmonbutt

Turbellope stood out on one of the balconies, watching the bright peach ring sun rise into the saccharine sky.Sour Bill was around, sweeping up the tiles of the castle and tending to the delicate lollipop gardens in the courtyard. What a nice little assistant she had. Leaning over the railing, her attention drifted towards the far off candy cane forest where her uncle dwelled. She should probably visit him soon, it's been a while. Maybe pack a basket of sweets and enjoy a picnic or a little tea party.

Her mind wandered to the 'relatives' she had in other cabinets, namely her brother who she had shooed out of the game in a hurry for devouring too much of the forest and not giving it time to regenerate. He was always a hungry one... then again he was a cybrid after all. They're always hungry.

"Maaaybe I went a little too hard on him. I know! I'll gather up a hefty basket of sweets and head over to his game myself! It'll be the sweets that fell off the trees and would probably respawn anyways no worries." She snickered and turned around, looking back at the interior of the castle. "It's times like this I'm glad I've got that cybrid form of mine...makes carrying all that candy easier. I'll have to do it by night, though. Don't want anyone finding out the truth after all."

Stepping into the room, the infected racer's eyes scanned the darkness. There was something else in here, and she knew it. Her character flickered briefly, showing the silhouette of Vanellope von Schweetz in a flare of red pixels, blue pixels briefly appearing before fading away shortly afterwards.

Wrinkling her nose, the golden eyed racer hissed. "Ugh...it absolutely reeks in here! I wonder what died." Each step she took, a sickening squelch was heard. There was a mess underfoot and the girl had no idea what she was stepping in.