The buzzer went off as the alarm clock flashed 8:15 am. Groggily Ralph reached over to the clock and carefully hit it with his massive hand to turn it off. It had already been about six months, and he was still getting used to this; waking up to the sound of an alarm in an actual bed in an actual home, rather than his old pile of bricks. A lot of the time he couldn't even believe that his new life was real; it felt too good to be true. He was no longer feared, but instead he was respected, he now had people who cared about him, he was no longer a bad guy. However, despite how good his life was, he couldn't help but sometimes feel like there was something missing, but he didn't know what.

He closed the front door behind him, getting ready to make his way over to the apartment complex for work, when he saw in the distance Fix-It Felix and Sergeant Calhoun standing outside the front door of their home. He couldn't help but watch as they said goodbye to each other for the day when it finally hit him. The one thing he felt missing from his life was someone to love. Yes he had Vanellope, but she was more of a sister than anything. Granted he was happy, and he never really thought about romance seriously enough to go looking for it, but he couldn't help but occasionally wish that he had someone who wasn't a kid to love and accept him the same way Felix and Calhoun had each other. Although to be fair, he wasn't exactly the most social person in the arcade, and none of the very few women he had ever met ever really captured his attention. He always thought that the chances of realistically ever finding love were nonexistent, that maybe he just wasn't the type of guy meant for meeting a girl and falling in love.

The rest of the day proved to be uneventful, going about the day one game at a time, until the arcade closed for the night. Once Ralph was free of his daily obligations, he took the first train over to Game Central Station to meet with his Bad Anon group. "Wow, you're early," Clyde said as he walked in the room.

"Yeah," Ralph chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "It was kind of a slow day today. Do you need any help setting up?"

"Sure." As Ralph helped unfold chairs, the next bad guy walked in, the only female in the group. Ralph had been a member of the group for months, and yet he had never actually spoken to her. Then again he never really had any reason too, not to mention that she was always quiet and barely spoke a word. Maybe I could try asking her out, he thought as he tried not to look directly at her. After all we're both bad guys, which should be a good enough incentive to ask her out.

Throughout the entire evening thoughts kept racing through Ralph's head. Was it worth it to ask her out? Do I really like her or do I just want the experience of going on a date? What if she says no? What if she says yes? What if she laughs at me or thinks I'm an idiot? Yes, she's pretty, but is she even my type? What is my type? Do I even have a type? What if I'm not her type? What if I'm not anyone's type? That's okay; I don't need a woman to complete my life. I'm a strong, independent person who doesn't need love. But I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone. But I won't know if I don't try. Is it better to try to find love and then accept my life of loneliness or should I not even bother? After all, I've made it thirty years unloved, what good would it be to start now when I have the rest of eternity to live alone? Maybe I shouldn't force it. If I was meant to have love, it'll happen naturally. But what if the only way for it to happen naturally is if I make the first move? It's now or never; if I don't do it now, then I will never know.

Before he knew it, the meeting was over. Apparently he had been so worked up and zoned out throughout the entire meeting. Once all the villains left Pac Man, he finally decided to man up and go through with his plan. It's now or never, he reminded himself. Taking a deep breath, he approached the Sorceress, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, do you have a minute?" he asked nervously.

"Sure, what's up?"

They backed away from the group into a corner for privacy. "Look, I know we've never really talked before despite seeing each other every week, and I was wondering if maybe you would like to, oh I don't know, maybe…"

"Ralph, stop," she said, holding up her hand. "I know where this is going, and while you're a nice guy, you're just not my type. Besides, I'm kind of already seeing someone." She turned around and Ralph looked up to notice that Satan was waiting over by the entrance. Sorceress floated over to him as she slid into his arms, and they walked out together while Ralph watched. He wasn't necessarily heart-broken nor disappointed, although the blatant sting of rejection left him feeling overall unpleasant and numb. Yup, I'm going to be alone forever, he thought as he exited the station. He aimlessly wandered around GCS, not really sure where to go or what to do next. He didn't really feel like visiting Vanellope and he didn't really want to go back to his own game either. Finally he decided to wash down the taste of bitter blandness with a root beer from Tapper's.

He was about to make his way over when he noticed something from an empty station. What the… he wondered as he made his way over to investigate. Once he got closer he could see what the figure was; a girl with pink hair in a schoolgirl uniform lying unconsciously barely poking out from the shadows. "Oh my mod, are you okay?" he exclaimed worriedly, even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer. He held her up, barely pressing his ear against her chest. Good, she's still breathing, he thought. At least she's not dead. As if he were picking up a rag doll, he lifted her up and carried her into Tapper's with him.

When he walked inside, Tapper looked up at him with a look of shock. "Um, Ralph, care to explain the girl?"

Ralph ignored him and made his way over to a booth, gently laying her down. "I found her passed out in an empty station. She needs water." Tapper immediately filled a glass and handed it to Ralph, who gently lifted the girl's head up as he carefully angled it to pour it down her mouth. He eagerly watched her, waiting for something to happen. Come on, wake up kid, he thought. After about a minute, the girl's eyes began to flutter. Her breathing pattern changed as she slowly began to open her eyes. Once they were open, Ralph could see a pair of beautiful reddish pink eyes looking hazily across the room, trying to process what was happening. As soon as she had regained consciousness, she looked up at Ralph. "Oh, thank mod you're okay."

He helped her sit up. "Yes I am. Where am I? Who are you?"

"I'm Ralph. Wreck-It Ralph actually."

"I'm Giffany."

"Giffany, that's kind of a pretty name," he said nervously.

"Did you save me Ralph?"

"Yeah, I did actually."

A smile began to form on Giffany's face. "Thank you Ralph. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Ralph couldn't believe it. Was it fate? Was it coincidence? "So what's the last thing that you remember?" he asked as he helped her sit up straight.

"I'm trying to remember," she replied, pausing to remember what exactly had happened. "The last thing that I remember is seeing my boyfriend leave me for another woman. I remember confronting him about it, before he proceeded to destroy my game, and then everything went black."

As Giffany had told her story, he noticed the ever-growing expressions of pain and sadness. While he couldn't relate to what she went through, he knew what it was like to be alone and without a home. "So you're homeless," Ralph said sympathetically. Gifanny slowly nodded, her eyes shining with sadness. "How about I take you home with me."

Gifanny's expression immediately changed. "Really?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as her cheeks turned pink. Ralph stood up, reaching his hand out. Excitedly, Giffany accepted. He very carefully enclosed his hand around hers, and they headed out back to the station.

When they arrived to Fix-It Felix, Giffany looked up in awe. "This is your game?" she asked.

"Yeah. I know it's not much, but it's still something."

He brought her over to his home. "The bed's all yours if you want. I have no problem sleeping on the floor."

"Are you sure? I would never want to make you uncomfortable in your own home."

"It's fine. I've slept in worse."

"You're so interesting Ralph. I would like to learn all about you."

Ralph was shocked. He had never met anyone who expressed this much interest in him before. "It's getting a little late. Maybe tomorrow after work."

"Work?" Giffany asked confusedly?

"Yeah, you know, during arcade hours for the players. We won't be able to hang out since I have to be on duty."

"Oh, okay," Giffany said disappointedly.

"Don't worry, after I'm done we could do whatever you want, okay?"

"Okay!" she replied, immediately becoming excited again.

Ralph couldn't help but smile whenever her face would light up. "Well, goodnight."

Giffany headed over to the bedroom. "Goodnight Ralph." Before she continued, she turned around and ran back to him. Before Ralph could react, she immediately threw her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. At this point Ralph was overwhelmed with what had just happened, that before he could organize his thoughts to ask what that was about, she was already gone into the bedroom.