#AGAIN I DONT TO KNOW WHAR TO TAG THIS!!!!

[viciouslyfilthy]

The king had been indoors all weekend. He was not a happy camper, having to watch all the other racers compete and get put on the roster without him.

Fridays and saturdays were always the busiest days in the arcade, and the fact that it was during these days that he had fallen ill was beyond unfortunate. He found it outrageous!

Even the players were complaining about where their favourite racer had gone off to.

He was seething with anger and impatience to just be on that race track again, watching each race from his castle take place as he just sat there, coughing and sneezing (glitching from his King Candy persona to his Turbo one with each sneeze, adding another layer of physical exhaustion) all over the place; Sour Bill's speeches during the rosters were.. well- underwhelming, to say the least. The racers just wanted to get on with the pay-to-play fee. But he tried.

And when he wasn't just miserably watching races which he couldn't participate in, he'd just mope in bed or fuck around the castle when he had enough energy to walk a longer distance other than to the kitchen and back to the bedroom.

Hell, he couldn't even turn into his cy-bug form if he wanted to- too much energy to change between forms. Or go to the code room- the feeling of floating in the nothingness, or being in the middle of a deep, oceanic abyss made him sick to his stomach. Plus there was the risk of getting everyone else sick with a simple sneeze on a code box.

As soon as he'd feel even SLIGHTLY different, you bet you're going to be seeing him up and running on the race track again. He can't stand being away from the wheels.

[pawpng]

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