Meanwhile, with the real Ralph, things hadn't turned out how he had planned. When he brought the medal out of the game, it's coding went screwy. Now, all that was left was the vauge memory of it in his hands. Ralph's angry departure had been merely excused as a result of anger managment issues. The Nicelanders still dispised him. Ralph hadn't been able to shake off his guilt since the day he betrayed Vannelope. She had been the only person who hadn't run away and hid from him. And how did he repay her? By smashing her dreams and reporting her. The reporting part wasn't even necessary! He had just felt so heroic, he went a little crazy. It had become harder to earn anyone's trust than before. The Bad-Anons didn't help at all, and it especially didn't help when they had him talk. He never could truly say what was on his mind. Even to his own kind. It was just too shameful. As Ralph walked through the Game Central Station, he noticed something strange. Three Sugar Rush racers, covered in red stains and tears. They seemed to be pleading to the Surge Protector.

"-please! You gotta stop her!"

Cried a small girl with an afro.

"S-She got Taffyta!"

Wailed a girl with a candle hat.

"Now now, you three be quiet. I'm sure it was just a bad dream."

The Surge Protector assured them.

"B-But...J-Jubileena!? And Rancis?!"

Ralph strayed towards them, curious.

"The glitch-she killed them all!"

Ralph's eyes grew wide. Didn't they call Vannelope a glitch?

"Wait, who?"

The racers looked at Ralph and froze.

"T-That's him! The one t-that was helping her!"

"Woah, woah, woah. What are you talking about?"

"These three claim that there is a 'glitch' going on a massecre."

The Surge Protector said dully. He flickered for a moment before disappearing. Ralph kneeled down, ready to hear what they had to say.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt'cha. Now tell me what's going on."

The children looked at each other, debating wether or not to say anything. Finnaly, the girl with the candle hat came forward.

"The gli-Vannelope...she killed all my friends. And now they're gone!"

She collapsed to the floor in tears. The girl with the afro patted her on the back and nodded.

"S-She just...killed them all. King Candy, Taffyta, Jubileena, we got lucky and made it out."

"Why would she do that?"

"S-She said something about revenge. There was a man too. He looked an awful lot like you. He was helping her."

Ralph's face went pale at this. Was there another machine in the arcade? No, he would have seen it if one had. And why was whoever 'he' was helping Vannelope commit murders? Ralph looked into the tunnel grimmly.

"Okay. I'll take care of this. You kids go...somewhere safe."

The kids nodded and ran off.

"What happend to you?"

Meanwhile, Vannelope sat on the cold steps of Gloyd's house. With her weapon in hand, Vannelope was fighting the urge to use it on herself. She felt so sick, so dispicable. How did she get talked into this? Revenge was one thing. Murder was another. Vannelope buried her face in her hands. What was she? Even King Candy had not been so cruel.

"You okay?"

Vannelope looked up. It was Ralph.

"I don't feel good. This isn't right!"

"Vannelope, you can't let people hurt you like that. Sometimes, we have to do things we don't like."

"But why do we have to kill them?"

"Vannelope, I'm only trying to protect you."


"I don't want you to think you're what they say you are."

"But...why do we have to kill them?"

"Because, you need to feel like you're the one with the power. Use your glitch against them. They laughed for so long, they need to know what a true glitch is like."

"But that's not me. I'm doing exactly what they were doing to me!"

"No, you're avenging yourself. And that's a good thing."

"It is?"

"Yeah. Now come on. We have business to do."