Reset Button Chapter 1: Into the void
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spankingfemmeI've been toying with writing a Turbo fic for a while now. So many fun possibilities to play with! There is no spanking in this chapter, but I will warn that there will be at some point
Turbo has been defeated and life goes on... or does it? The Turbo twins are still kicking around Game Central station, and one of them concocts a way to bring Turbo back to find a way to race again. Of course nothing ever happens as intended. (Warning! This fic will contain non-sexual spanking!)
It was white hot blinding pain that seemed like it would burn for an eternity, but in all honesty, Turbo had been disassembled into fragments of code so quickly that his brain hardly registered more than the last thought that ran through his mind, “Oh no… guess this is game over.”
**********
Several months passed in Sugar Rush, and the arcade moved along without incident. Everyone was getting along swimmingly, Calhoun had moved in with Felix after the wedding, and the Q-Bert gang had brought diversity to Niceland and a thriving community for all other unplugged characters that needed a home away from Game Central Station. Sometimes Vanelope would bow out of the day’s races to come hang out with Ralph when his game wasn’t active where they would head to Tappers to enjoy root beer floats once the arcade let out for the night.
Things were going great, and everyone seemed happy enough, everyone but Zip and Dash, the remaining racers of Turbo-Time. They had gone into hiding living on the outskirts of Frogger to avoid the reputation that Turbo had garnered of either pity or disdain after Turbo’s first incident. Word had gotten out about the epic confrontation with Turbo in Sugar Rush and new ill connotations were now linked to the dead racer’s name. This didn’t help the twins to assimilate in to the arcade, but it did give one of them ideas.
“What do you mean Zip? It doesn’t matter if he found a way to race again; he’s gone now!” Dash peered on wringing his hands as Zip angrily stuffed a few more of his belongings in a satchel, “No. He’s not gone; his code is there, and I’m going to find it if it’s the last thing I do.
Dash looked on worriedly, “You… you’re just going to leave me then?”
Zip paused to look back at his closest friend and sighed shaking his head, “No. I couldn’t do that… I wouldn’t do that. You have to understand that this is just something I really have to do.”
Dash closed the gap between them putting a hand on his shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze, “I’m not going to stop you; I got to admit you’re scaring me, but you and Turbo were always the bold ones… I guess that’s why I usually came in at third place.”
Zip snorted giving the fellow racer a soft punch on the arm, “Oh come on, you’ve come in first plenty of times…” Thinking back on those old memories made Zip’s features darken. It had been years since the two of them had been able to race, “And you’ll do it again.” His resolve fortified, Zip shifted the weight of his bag onto his shoulder resolutely and trudged towards Game Central Station.
Dash gulped following timidly behind, “It’s the how I’m afraid of…”
*******
Zip had always been a mechanic enjoying tinkering with the cars when they weren’t racing. After Turbo-Time had been unplugged, he’d done his fair share of game hopping learning a thing or two from Dr. Ivo Robotnik about creating gadgets and Sephiroth intrigued him about the inner workings of being tapped in to the code. He couldn’t say that he understood everything they had explained, but he had understood enough.
With Dr. Ivo’s help, Zip had made a magnetizer to attract all like coding associated with one particular game. This was used years before in an effort to find any remnants of their game left about Game Central station before the cataclysmic end of their home world. A few trophies and random bolts and parts had been found as keepsakes; they were more of a bitter reminder to Zip, but they made Dash happy, so in turn Zip was satisfied.
It hadn’t taken much to discover where the code room was located and to use the universal code to unlock the door. Zip shook his head, “You’d think after Turbo’s take over these idiots would have changed the combination.
Dash gulped looking around nervously, “Zip! What are we even doing here?”
Zip quickly clamped a hand over Dash’s mouth, “Shh! Do you want to get us caught?” Dash shook his head solemnly no his eyes displaying his obvious fear as Zip continued, “Just trust me okay? Turbo got our game unplugged, now he’s going to give us a chance to race again.”
Zip withdrew his hand from the very puzzled looking Dash. Still following Zip down the corridor, Dash now whispered, “But… how? I thought he died here? You know as well as I do that if you die outside of your game there’s no coming back!”
Zip inhaled deeply looking back and forth to make sure no one was coming before going on to explain, “He died here, and that means his code is still here. He didn’t regenerate because there was nowhere for his code to reassemble, but it is here.” He pulled out the magnetizer switching it on and scanning himself to set the settings to find any code associated to their game.
Dash still confused questioned, “You… you can bring him back? Is… are you sure that is even possible? And if you can, is it really a good idea? I mean, he kind of abandoned us… and our game… hell that’s not even considering what he did to THIS game. What makes you think he will want to help us now?”
Zip looked down at the gadget in his hands suddenly having second thoughts before shaking his head, “He’ll help us because he won’t have a choice.” Taking some rope from his Satchel, Zip tied it around his waist handing the other end to Dash before turning to plunge into the abyss of code.
Floating through the myriad of programming was breathtaking, and Zip took a moment to stare in awe before the magnetizer hummed to life detecting something in the void. The closer Zip floated to the fragments of Turbo’s code the brighter the device would glow. Zip knew that he had finally found the racer’s remnants in the defragment cache; painstaking hours later Zip was sure all bits of Turbo’s code were gathered and placed carefully into his satchel.
As Zip returned, Dash tugged feverishly on the line to reel Zip in. He looked as if he were about to drop dead from a heart attack, “Where have you been!” he cried. Still, his nerves were calmed a little just to see Zip had made it back safely, and he rushed to tackle his twin in a fierce hug.
Zip pushed his brother away from him playfully, “Okay, okay! Geez, get a grip.”
A small pout formed on Dash’s face before turning angry, “I’ve been waiting here for you for three hours, please, let’s get out of here!”
Zip nodded, “We will, just have one more thing to do,” turning his satchel upside down, Turbo’s code clattered onto the polished ground as Zip changed the setting on his gun. “Well, here goes nothing…”
Turbo has been defeated and life goes on... or does it? The Turbo twins are still kicking around Game Central station, and one of them concocts a way to bring Turbo back to find a way to race again. Of course nothing ever happens as intended. (Warning! This fic will contain non-sexual spanking!)
It was white hot blinding pain that seemed like it would burn for an eternity, but in all honesty, Turbo had been disassembled into fragments of code so quickly that his brain hardly registered more than the last thought that ran through his mind, “Oh no… guess this is game over.”
**********
Several months passed in Sugar Rush, and the arcade moved along without incident. Everyone was getting along swimmingly, Calhoun had moved in with Felix after the wedding, and the Q-Bert gang had brought diversity to Niceland and a thriving community for all other unplugged characters that needed a home away from Game Central Station. Sometimes Vanelope would bow out of the day’s races to come hang out with Ralph when his game wasn’t active where they would head to Tappers to enjoy root beer floats once the arcade let out for the night.
Things were going great, and everyone seemed happy enough, everyone but Zip and Dash, the remaining racers of Turbo-Time. They had gone into hiding living on the outskirts of Frogger to avoid the reputation that Turbo had garnered of either pity or disdain after Turbo’s first incident. Word had gotten out about the epic confrontation with Turbo in Sugar Rush and new ill connotations were now linked to the dead racer’s name. This didn’t help the twins to assimilate in to the arcade, but it did give one of them ideas.
“What do you mean Zip? It doesn’t matter if he found a way to race again; he’s gone now!” Dash peered on wringing his hands as Zip angrily stuffed a few more of his belongings in a satchel, “No. He’s not gone; his code is there, and I’m going to find it if it’s the last thing I do.
Dash looked on worriedly, “You… you’re just going to leave me then?”
Zip paused to look back at his closest friend and sighed shaking his head, “No. I couldn’t do that… I wouldn’t do that. You have to understand that this is just something I really have to do.”
Dash closed the gap between them putting a hand on his shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze, “I’m not going to stop you; I got to admit you’re scaring me, but you and Turbo were always the bold ones… I guess that’s why I usually came in at third place.”
Zip snorted giving the fellow racer a soft punch on the arm, “Oh come on, you’ve come in first plenty of times…” Thinking back on those old memories made Zip’s features darken. It had been years since the two of them had been able to race, “And you’ll do it again.” His resolve fortified, Zip shifted the weight of his bag onto his shoulder resolutely and trudged towards Game Central Station.
Dash gulped following timidly behind, “It’s the how I’m afraid of…”
*******
Zip had always been a mechanic enjoying tinkering with the cars when they weren’t racing. After Turbo-Time had been unplugged, he’d done his fair share of game hopping learning a thing or two from Dr. Ivo Robotnik about creating gadgets and Sephiroth intrigued him about the inner workings of being tapped in to the code. He couldn’t say that he understood everything they had explained, but he had understood enough.
With Dr. Ivo’s help, Zip had made a magnetizer to attract all like coding associated with one particular game. This was used years before in an effort to find any remnants of their game left about Game Central station before the cataclysmic end of their home world. A few trophies and random bolts and parts had been found as keepsakes; they were more of a bitter reminder to Zip, but they made Dash happy, so in turn Zip was satisfied.
It hadn’t taken much to discover where the code room was located and to use the universal code to unlock the door. Zip shook his head, “You’d think after Turbo’s take over these idiots would have changed the combination.
Dash gulped looking around nervously, “Zip! What are we even doing here?”
Zip quickly clamped a hand over Dash’s mouth, “Shh! Do you want to get us caught?” Dash shook his head solemnly no his eyes displaying his obvious fear as Zip continued, “Just trust me okay? Turbo got our game unplugged, now he’s going to give us a chance to race again.”
Zip withdrew his hand from the very puzzled looking Dash. Still following Zip down the corridor, Dash now whispered, “But… how? I thought he died here? You know as well as I do that if you die outside of your game there’s no coming back!”
Zip inhaled deeply looking back and forth to make sure no one was coming before going on to explain, “He died here, and that means his code is still here. He didn’t regenerate because there was nowhere for his code to reassemble, but it is here.” He pulled out the magnetizer switching it on and scanning himself to set the settings to find any code associated to their game.
Dash still confused questioned, “You… you can bring him back? Is… are you sure that is even possible? And if you can, is it really a good idea? I mean, he kind of abandoned us… and our game… hell that’s not even considering what he did to THIS game. What makes you think he will want to help us now?”
Zip looked down at the gadget in his hands suddenly having second thoughts before shaking his head, “He’ll help us because he won’t have a choice.” Taking some rope from his Satchel, Zip tied it around his waist handing the other end to Dash before turning to plunge into the abyss of code.
Floating through the myriad of programming was breathtaking, and Zip took a moment to stare in awe before the magnetizer hummed to life detecting something in the void. The closer Zip floated to the fragments of Turbo’s code the brighter the device would glow. Zip knew that he had finally found the racer’s remnants in the defragment cache; painstaking hours later Zip was sure all bits of Turbo’s code were gathered and placed carefully into his satchel.
As Zip returned, Dash tugged feverishly on the line to reel Zip in. He looked as if he were about to drop dead from a heart attack, “Where have you been!” he cried. Still, his nerves were calmed a little just to see Zip had made it back safely, and he rushed to tackle his twin in a fierce hug.
Zip pushed his brother away from him playfully, “Okay, okay! Geez, get a grip.”
A small pout formed on Dash’s face before turning angry, “I’ve been waiting here for you for three hours, please, let’s get out of here!”
Zip nodded, “We will, just have one more thing to do,” turning his satchel upside down, Turbo’s code clattered onto the polished ground as Zip changed the setting on his gun. “Well, here goes nothing…”
