Flashback continues.
Devs, it's dark. I can't see anything. I can hear something, though. A voice. A familiar voice. He's talking about a minigame, the minute-to-win-it style Kart Building one. Wait- no.
We're playing that game right now.
"Stho what you want to do isth rapid fire thesthe, but when you get to the icthing, only hit it oncthe." King Candy- no, he's not King right now. Just Candy. Candy took me through the final step of the game, acting as if he'd done this a million times before.
Had he? Candy told me he'd only done this once before, when he made the Royal Racer, but the precision he'd exhibited made it seem like he'd programmed the game itself, instead of just finding it.
"So basically, what you're saying is I did it wrong the entire time and you never corrected me?"
"I sthupposthe stho, yeah- yesth. Sthorry, I'm sthtill getting usthed to the whole 'royal grammar' thing.." Candy laughed nervously, and waved his hands in a 'forget about it' gesture. "We should be heading back now, I'm probably needed at the casthtle."
I groaned loudly. "You always have something to do up there, why can't you take the day off, let that little cough drop handle stuff? Hm?" I slid over to his side, placing my hands on his shoulders. "You aren't king yet. You don't have to deal with them yet. Just chill, Candy!"
Candy sighed. "I wish it were that simple, (Y/n), I really do. There's just far too much for Sthour Bill to take care of on histh own. Code, glitches, that sthort of- oh forget it. This lisp is intolerable." He kinda bounced to the door, his lil shoes jingling on the way. "You know, you can still call me..." The rest of his sentence is cut off as everything fades to black once more, and I'm woken up by repeated tapping on my cheek.
"(Y/n). Wake up. The racthe isth over. Get up." I swatted his hand away and moaned in pain. "I'm stheriousth, you gotta get out of your car. You're literally dangling from the pedalsth."
That snaps me awake, and I realise that he A) was correct, I was suspended by my foot in between the pedals and B) looked more concerned than he probably should've. "Oh, thank the Devsth! I thought you'd died or sthomething!"
Candy appeared to backtrack, physically taking a few steps back. "Well, you would've resthpawned anyway, stho I shouldn't have been worried in the first place.." Chuckling anxiously, he scratched the back of his neck.
"Sthay sthomething, please. You look dead."
"And you look.. mint on a stick, I can't think of anything."
King Candy sighed with relief. "Stho can you get down? Or should I help?"
"Nah, don't worry. I got it." No I don't, but I can certainly try. After a lot of wiggling and a lot of pain, I wiggled myself out of the car and fell to the ground. "Ugh, that's gonna hurt for a while.."
"Well, now you have another reasthon for why you aren't racthing tonight. Arguably lesth embarrasthing than my banning you, right?"
Oh yeah. "Right, yeah. I guess the whole
'I crashed into a ditch trying to prove a point' thing doesn't help much either."
I stood, brushing myself off and awkwardly. "So- uhm... can i ask you a question?"
King Candy laughed. "You justht did, but yesth." I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed.
"Do you.. hate me? When we're on the track, I just try to joke around 'nd be witty, but sometimes it kind of feels like when you respond with some dumb insult.." I made eye contact. "Well, it feels like you mean it."
Flashback Ends.
629 words excluding AN, please enjoy this chapter. Sorry it's shorter than the others, but it's sort of lore heavy so that makes up for that I think.
edit 1 on: 12-22-2022
cover added on: 04-12-2023
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House of Memories (King Candy/Turbo x Male!Reader)
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