Everything had been settled! Ralph had made a new friend, Vanellope now held her rightful place as princess (President, as she likes to call it), Felix and Calhoun where married, and Turbo had been eliminated for good.

     At least, that was what everyone had thought.

     When Turbo had taken the form of a SciBug and flown into the "beacon" of boiling hot cola, he had indeed perished. However, his code matched that of the game, and his file was not lost. He re spawned when the racers were cleared off during the night, taking on his original form along with the graphics settings of Sugar Rush.

     He lurked in the shadows; watching, waiting. He had lost everything he had: His kingdom, his subjects, his fame, his identity...

     His pride.

     He kept himself well-hidden, staying out of the light and within the barriers of the place where he died: Diet Cola Mountain. It was the only place he could hide without someone coming upon him as he slept.

     His spite for Vanellope and Ralph was unimaginable. It boiled and bubbled in his stomach like molten cola, and he knew that the next time he saw Wreck-It Ralph, the Mentos would be released, and the rage within him would explode.

      However, the more he contemplated how he would get his revenge, the fewer options he could find. He felt trapped and alone, furious and yet saddened.

     Wrapped in candy wrappers, lying on the cocoa-powder ground, he vowed to himself that he would get his revenge--one way or another.