~A friend of mine asked me to write a story about Wreck it Ralph, in which Vanallope grows obsessed with her 'big brother' turned crush.
I'd adore any feedback offered to me, and am curious as to whether or not anybody would like to see more. I uploaded this bit as a test, to see if anyone thinks they would enjoy my style of writing.~
The kart tore through the course at a speed to make Sonic proud (and, perhaps, more than a little jealous). The daredevil in question, known well enough to not warrant more than a glance, was none other than the slightly infamous President Vanellope von Schweetz, simply out for what appeared to be another evening thrill-ride around Sugar Rush's stunning vistas. Not unusual, as the denizens of the game's quick dismissal of the event suggested, but indeed, this time there was more to it than the simple "Need for Speed", though of course, who would have been expected to guess? Save for one.
Only Sour Bill, Vanellope's trusted advisor/chaperone, could warrant a guess at the true issue present on the racer's mind, causing her recent habit of sneaking out for long rides after-hours. Still, as was usual behavior with him, he neglected to mention anything, nor even hint of his suspicions regarding the general demeanor his charge had adopted as of late. Instead he opted to continue on with his duties pertaining to the general maintenance of the castle, and in fact, busied himself more than ever to make sure he spent as little time with Von Schweetz as possible. The girl was clever, more than that, she was a tad headstrong; when she wanted his advice or help, she'd come to him. This absence of his would simply encourage the process to move along faster, as she'd end up realizing she was missing his presence and would seek him out. A small smile almost made its way across his muted green lips at the thought of how predictable she could be, almost.
Even if that phantom smile had made its way to his face, it would have disappeared only seconds later as he made his way into the President's ever cluttered room, replaced with a heavy sigh. The President's room was a never ending disaster zone in terms of mess, but that was to be expected of a girl who had so much difficulty focusing on one thing for extended periods of time. The real problem here was what was on her surprisingly neat (even made) bed; a miniaturized replica of none other than the antagonist of Fix-it-Felix Jr, Wreck-it-Ralph. The toy-Ralph was well used, just as frequently cuddled with as often as it was thrown across the room in fits of anger when Ralph didn't visit for extended periods of time. Today it was lovingly propped up against Vanellope's pillow, gargantuan hands folded pleasantly over its stomach. Bill approached hesitantly, picking his way through the various things strewn about before stopping beside her bed and reaching towards the doll. There, in its 'grip', a small white piece of paper lay, covered in Vanellope's handwriting. Knowing what to expect, Bill opened it without a trace of his former wariness, or at least no more than was normal for him, and revealed an entire page filled with love notes and hearts, drawings of Ralph's face, and even a small paragraph or two that looked to be a part of some larger story. The back looked identical, and in her handwriting, but the poems looked to be from a different perspective, as if Vanellope was pretending Ralph was writing identical pieces in turn…