Keep your temper under control. Keep your temper under control. Keep your temper under control. Keep your temper-
"Hey, Helmet Head!"
Turbo's eye twitched involuntarily when he heard the familiar voice call out the nickname he hated so much. It seemed the more time he spent stuck with Vanellope in the von Schweetz castle, the more he hated her. And Sugar Rush. And himself. And pretty much everything.
"Yes, Vanellope?" he responded, settling for fantasizing about snapping her cute little neck and burying her under Diet Cola Mountain and -
"Can you try to be a little bit nicer to Sour Bill? Other than that, you're doing pretty good!"
Turbo bit back the temptation to tell Vanellope exactly why he had been treating Bill with less of the niceness he was showing Vanellope and her friends, and instead just nodded and put on a fake smile. "Sorry, kid."
"It's okay. You're gettin' there."
I'd better be, Turbo answered silently in his head. I want to see Jet and Set, but this kid's working me to breaking point . . .
He didn't notice when she'd left until he finally looked up from the dark glare he held at the floor and realized he was completely alone.
That's a new one.
He couldn't remember being alone at all in the last fifteen years aside from his coma and awakening . . . as King Candy, something was always begging for his attention, and now he apparently needed constant supervision.
Maybe she's actually trying to trust me.
And then, a thought that surprised him. I should try harder.
"What did I just think?!" he muttered to himself. I don't have to try harder if I'm just gonna turn tail as soon as this is done!
But nothing could stop the want for this little girl to trust him . . . not just so he could break out. But so that he could have a friend, too.
You're losing it, Turbs. he scolded himself as he headed towards the fungeon.