The Lost Glitch of Sugar Rush
As soon as Jafar took a glance at the world he'd stumbled into, he knew he was going to regret that fact that he'd even left his room that morning. "What in the..."

that-villainous-vizier:

littlelostglitch:

Regret it he would, because Vanellope was in the mood to pester someone. She’d spotted him from her candy cane tree perch, and from there it was the simple grasping of the concept ‘target acquired’. This was going to be fun.

"Hey, mister!" Vanellope chirped.

Was she serious? This child seemed to be nitpicking everything about his appearance, and the male felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up at her words. His patience was already wearing thin, but then again, he’d never had much patience with children. He’d only acted like he did.

"It’s part of my kingdom’s custom." He spoke slowly allowing venom to metaphorically drip onto his words. "For someone in my position, wearing this "big" hat is an honor."

"Well, it’s still a huge hat," Vanellope remarked. She shifted her position on her tree branch and soon had gone from sitting to laying down. Custom or not, Vanellope still thought Jafar’s hat was ridiculous. Who would really think that a big hat like that was a good idea? Didn’t his head get hot? That was a perfectly valid question, now that she thought about it.

"Does your head ever get hot when you wear it? Or are you like immune to the heat or something?" she asked. It was becoming apparent that she wasn’t going to let up with teasing Jafar any time soon. With how few and far between the opportunities to tease someone were, of course Vanellope would take the opportunity and run with it. She smirked a little as she thought of more to say.

"What’s your name, anyway?"

"Icaruuuuuus! The power keep's flickering outta nowhere! It's freaking me out! Why won't the stupid rain stop messing with the game?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"I don’t know! I don’t control the energy, that’s Game Central’s job."

"Yeah." he agreed.  But a mischievous smile crossed his face.

"Unless…you want to tell scary stories."

"I don’t know any," Vanellope said. Besides that, she wasn’t all that enthralled by the idea of scaring the pants off of anyone. Much less Icarus. Given her limited experiences with scaring, though, it was safe to say that she would fail before she even began. With that said, it was better for her not to attempt it at all.

"We could have snacks or something, though. Maybe some popcorn? Or chocolate? Whatever works," she offered. Truth be told, she just didn’t want to get left by herself at the moment. So if they did go for making snacks, she’d probably go with him. Just to make sure he was okay. Yeah, that was it. It had nothing to do with her own concerns. Not at all.

"Icaruuuuuus! The power keep's flickering outta nowhere! It's freaking me out! Why won't the stupid rain stop messing with the game?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"I don’t know! I don’t control the energy, that’s Game Central’s job."

"Alright, kiddo…don’t worry ‘bout it.  It just glitches up, is all.  We’ll be fine like always, remember?" he grinned.

"Or I’ll have to give Lightning a lecture again."

"You mean if you can find him," Vanellope giggled. Lightning had been just as absent as Thunder. The reason for that had yet to be seen, but Vanellope wasn’t complaining. As long as she had Icarus still, she’d be okay. …Right?

"I guess you’re right, anyway. S’not like we’re gonna have any freak accidents here durin’ a power out."

As soon as Jafar took a glance at the world he'd stumbled into, he knew he was going to regret that fact that he'd even left his room that morning. "What in the..."

that-villainous-vizier:

littlelostglitch:

Regret it he would, because Vanellope was in the mood to pester someone. She’d spotted him from her candy cane tree perch, and from there it was the simple grasping of the concept ‘target acquired’. This was going to be fun.

"Hey, mister!" Vanellope chirped.

A strangled noise escaped the man’s mouth. How DARE that little impudent brat make fun of his beard! Not bad enough he received that sort of torture back at the palace…he was most certainly NOT going to hear it from a complete stranger!

But. He had to keep a specific air about himself. He couldn’t risk snapping so soon. The childish insult nagged at him, but instead of blasting the little brat into a pile of ashes like he so desperately wanted to, he slowly retracted his staff. Like wind, the power rushed out in all directions.

"Yes," he spoke through gritted teeth, "this is facial hair. Thank you for…noticing."

"No problem," Vanellope said. She didn’t seem that remorseful about her teasing. This really wasn’t something she got to do very often, and she felt the need to right it. Next, though, his hat got her attention. That was a big hat. Why would anyone want to wear such a big one?

"How come your hat’s so big?" she asked innocently. She’d step it up from there, no doubt. But an innocent question wasn’t going to hurt anyone… Right?

"Your glitch might not be able to kill me, but it still scares the swizz-nit right out of me with your bizzes and budzes and whatnot."

gloydx:

littlelostglitch:

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"Thank you for summing that up."

Gloyd ran a lot, but he’d at least stand up for himself once before dying. Well form what he’d learned so far, he wouldn’t die, but who knows what else it could do? Mess him up maybe. But he’d go down with honor. 

"I ain’t goin’ out like no punk."

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Good. He was going to stand still, after all! Vanellope’s grin only grew larger and, as her body flickered through a brief bout of glitching, it became clear what she had to do. She had to go through with the threat of poking the snot out of him.

"Poke attack!" Vanellope exclaimed. She proceeded to close the gap between the two of them and began a furious bout of poking. Whether or not anything was happening on Gloyd’s end was something Vanellope couldn’t tell. She was having fun for once. Maybe this was how she ought to handle her bully problems from there on.

"Icaruuuuuus! The power keep's flickering outta nowhere! It's freaking me out! Why won't the stupid rain stop messing with the game?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"I don’t know! I don’t control the energy, that’s Game Central’s job."

"Just scared about it, sister?" He asked, giving her a gentle smile.

“‘Tis just a storm.”

"I know, but… I don’t like power outs," Vanellope finally said. Storms were okay by her. After all, two of her brothers were the storm brothers. They lived for storms like this. Power outs were a different matter entirely. One freak storm may have led to her meeting Thunder all that time ago, but that didn’t mean Vanellope was comfortable with the power going out.

"Storms are okay by me. Y’know that. But the power going out is really freaky. It gets all dark and… I just don’t like ‘em," she said. An uncomfortable glitch spasm followed and she shook her head. The less she had to deal with the power going out, the better.

"Icaruuuuuus! The power keep's flickering outta nowhere! It's freaking me out! Why won't the stupid rain stop messing with the game?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"I don’t know! I don’t control the energy, that’s Game Central’s job."

"Don’t worry, kid. I’ll be over here if you don’t like the little brownouts. Worst thing that could happen is the lights go out, but we get saved by Serge Surge."

"Good," Vanellope said. It may have been a stupid thing to be freaked out by, but she had been and she’d admitted it. All that remained was actually going over to Icarus and listening as he spoke.

"As long as nothin’ weird happens to the game, I’m fine. I guess… I dunno, it’s just kinda freaky."

"Your glitch might not be able to kill me, but it still scares the swizz-nit right out of me with your bizzes and budzes and whatnot."

gloydx:

littlelostglitch:

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"Thank you for summing that up."

The book and bb gun were pretty much all he had. Other than that, well he was pretty vulnerable. That was never a good thing. He took another few steps back looking around. What could he use? Taffy swamp. He didn’t know if she could swim so he wasn’t going to push her into that. A few candy cane trees, pop rocks. 

"I mean if you damaged my code. Well i wouldn’t know how to fix it."

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"Then I’d have to hit you with all my books at once."

"How’re you gonna do that?" she queried. "Staple ‘em all together? Face it, Gloyd. You’re kinda stuck here unless you start runnin’."

A few steps closer, and Vanellope was just about ready to start the poking mission. Not that it really was a mission, but who cared? Vanellope had gotten it into her head that she should mess with Gloyd, and nothing was going to change that.

"So, what’s it gonna be? Stay there so I can poke you, or runnin’ for your life?"

"Icaruuuuuus! The power keep's flickering outta nowhere! It's freaking me out! Why won't the stupid rain stop messing with the game?"

tempus-felis:

"I don’t know! I don’t control the energy, that’s Game Central’s job."

"Well, it’s freaking me out!" Vanellope whined. Rainstorms she could manage, but the power flickering? Not so much.

*Winthorp looks down at Vanellope.* Hello there, miss. Say, can you do me a favor and tell me where I am?

"You’re in Sugar Rush."

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"Hi."

"Your glitch might not be able to kill me, but it still scares the swizz-nit right out of me with your bizzes and budzes and whatnot."

gloydx:

littlelostglitch:

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"Thank you for summing that up."

Gloyd hopped back a ways, quickly pulling out a book from his helmet. “I got a book lady. I ain’t afraid to use it on you.” 

Great job Gloyd. 

"BB guns too! I’ll pop one right in the head!" 

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There weren’t many options to defending himself, but this was really just sad. I mean besides a bruise or two, Vanellope didn’t have much to fear from him. 

"Oh, noooo. Not a dreaded book. Whatever shall I do?" Vanellope asked. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and her expression didn’t shift in the slightest. Instead, she inched closer to Gloyd and wiggled her fingers in an attempt to scare him. She knew her glitching didn’t just start whenever she wanted it to, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t scare the snot out of him regardless.

"I’m still gonna poke the snot out of you!"

"Your glitch might not be able to kill me, but it still scares the swizz-nit right out of me with your bizzes and budzes and whatnot."

gloydx:

littlelostglitch:

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"Thank you for summing that up."

"Hey. I’m just saying. It might not kill but you might wanna be careful where you point that thing."

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"Keep it away from me." 

"S’not like I’m goin’ outta my way to look for you, candy corn boy."

"But if you’re that afraid…"

Whoops. It may not have been the best idea to give her the idea that she had power over him. A devious smirk formed moments later.

"Stay still so I can poke the snot outta you."

As soon as Jafar took a glance at the world he'd stumbled into, he knew he was going to regret that fact that he'd even left his room that morning. "What in the..."

that-villainous-vizier:

littlelostglitch:

Regret it he would, because Vanellope was in the mood to pester someone. She’d spotted him from her candy cane tree perch, and from there it was the simple grasping of the concept ‘target acquired’. This was going to be fun.

"Hey, mister!" Vanellope chirped.

"Wha—?"

The voice had come from somewhere amongst the mint-scented trees. The more he thought about it, the more he realized everything smelled like sugar and candy. The realization made his stomach churn. He’d always hated sweets, even as a child.

"Who goes there?" He barked at the shade in the branches above, holding his staff out, power already building in the snake-head at the very end of the rod.

"I do," Vanellope answered. She didn’t appear all that fazed by Jafar holding his staff out, but did look fairly intrigued. Was this guy someone that could use magic? The idea was kind of an interesting one and definitely something she’d have to pursue once she’d gotten through with the pestering to follow.

Now that she’d gotten a clearer look at Jafar, it was plain to see that the man was rather strange looking. The words ‘what a strange person’ came to mind. She didn’t say them out loud, though, and instead went down a different, blunter path.

"Did’ja know you got a big black snake eating your chin? …Or is that s’pposed to be hair?"

"Your glitch might not be able to kill me, but it still scares the swizz-nit right out of me with your bizzes and budzes and whatnot."

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"Thank you for summing that up."