Chapter 1
"THUD!"
Fix-it Felix Jr., the lead character of the game Fix-it Felix Jr., woke up with his 8-bit body, in contact with the floor of their bedroom.
He sat up, and rubs the pain off his head. Since it's a day-off for the whole arcade, they didn't bother activating a wake-up alarm, and in Niceland, you wouldn't really know what time is it. The settings in his game were set to be interminably nighttime. After the pain faded, Felix allows a very long but muted yawn escape him. He stretched his hands upward and managed to slightly open his eyes afterwards. Their room is dark, but he can clearly form out a soundly sleeping Tamora Jean Calhoun, with its body splattered all over the whole bed, which is obviously the cause why the fixer woke up on the carpet.
Still awfully drowsy, the fixer let out another yawn and settled himself atop of Tamora, whom didn't give any feedback or even the littlest motility.
After a couple of hours, Felix found himself curled up in bed with no Tammy around. "But today's no-work day." He said to himself tiredly. His feet dragged him forcefully into the bathroom first then downstairs. In their dining table, a piece of parchment stood in the center.
Felix,
Good morning honey! I'm sorry I had to leave so soon. A cybug got loose and one of my men had to escort me from here. I'll make it up to you later. Burger Time, 7 o' clock sharp. Got it, soldier?
Tamora
Felix smiled at the note and started to get ready for the day.
Knowing he still have 3 hours before the clock hits seven, he decided to visit his brother, Ralph. Unfortunately, Felix was reminded that Ralph is scheduled to be in a Bad-Anon meeting today.
Having no other plans besides his and Calhoun's date, he then settled to just wander around the station.
The station is huge. There are more than 20 games plugged in. And it had increased in number just as the time flies. At first, Felix thought about game-jumping, alone. But then, as his eyes diverge from one game to another, he stopped his gaze at Tapper's, which is the third portal starting from the game parallel to his. Then he trotted playfully towards it.
Tapper's is unsurprisingly crowded, since the arcade is close for the day. All Felix could do is jump up directly on the table and order himself an apple juice (he has a great aversion to root bears and other alcoholic stuffs). He settled in an empty stool in front of the table he was standing on. Though it's crowded, Tapper's is usually quiet. Just a bunch of murmur noises in the air, not that interesting to eavesdrop to. Being with none other than himself, Felix's mind began to drift away from reality.
"Hey shortstack."
"Tammy? Tamora! You're here!" Felix jump up to her in an enthusiastic manner as his face lightened up with what he so-called, honeyglows.
"Yes, I am here." She replied in a monotonous tone, avoiding her arms to wrap around him.
Alluding a serious yet strange tone in her what-seems-like-an-emotionless voice, he looks up to her.
Oh my land.
Greatly terrified, Felix yelped, and fell down on his back.
He saw his wife, standing in front of him. But, something very terrifying can be easily distinguished.
She has no face.
"Felix! Felix! Wake up please!"
The 8-bit handyman suddenly opened his eyes in great shock. "Tamora!" was all that came out from him before he blacked out again.
"Felix? Felix!" Called Calhoun, worriedly. "Wreck-it! Vanellope! He's alive!"
Ralph and Vanellope hurriedly entered in Tamora's call.
"Hammertime!" Exclaimed Vanellope, her smile widens. Though in that very moment, her sweet smile vanished, after she saw Felix, lying on bed, eyes still closed. "Hammertime?"
"Sarge, what is this? I thought you said he was alive!" Ralph stated by the time he saw a very displeasing look on the kid's face.
"He is. See?" Replied Calhoun as she pointed out the handyman's chest, moving up and down in a slow rhythm.
The wrecker and the racer stared in great surprise, but still not satisfied since Felix remained unconscious.
They were at Dr. Mario's game. Felix is on his back on a hospital bed. Luckily, the arcade owner, Litwak, will be looking for new games to be added in his game collection. And apparently, that would take weeks before he comes back in his fun center.
Two long weeks had passed since one of Calhoun's soldier, Kohut, saw Felix lying unconscious at Tapper's. Different sort of characters crowded him. Though the bar is filled with characters, Kohut still managed to see the cause of the hubbub, despite the handyman's size. He was there, lying unconscious in the middle of the crowd.
"Excuse me, comin' through." He said as he goes into the middle to grab his sergeant's husband.
"And what do you think you're doing, space guy?" Asked one of the characters crowding the handyman.
"For your information sir, I am the most-trusted soldier of this man's wife. So if you don't want to meet his very intimidating spouse and get ripped off to pieces, you might wanna take a step back." Kohut replied in a rather rude but calm voice.
That is when Calhoun instantly brought his husband in Dr. Mario's game. And have him examined. At first, they were all dead worried. Calhoun has lacked sleep since then. Every night, she'll forcefully keep her eyes open, waiting for any sign that he's alive. Even the rhythmic movement of his chest would surely lighten the weary in her self. Until days passed, and there's still not a single sign of life.
"You have to accept the fact, sarge. He... he's gone. Felix is gone." But Calhoun held her hopes high.
"NO!" She snapped.
After that very sorrowful two weeks of her gaming life, Felix then, was alive. He's now breathing, chest rising up then going down. A bit of whimper could come out from him from time to time, and his tiny gloved-hands have been showing the littlest movement lately. And that was a big relief for everyone, especially Calhoun. Even though, he's still in an unconscious state, they were all rejoiced to hear such good news. That was also the time when Dr. Mario have set his old heartbeat censor on and going just for the ol' handyman's safety. Everyone thankfully sighed.
"Are you sure you don't know what's going on?"
"I've been looking for an appropriate and reasonable cause for the fixer's situation, but for now, I'm sorry." The Surge Protector stated, sadly.
With her hands of her face, Calhoun groaned, followed by a obvious anger rising up. But she can't blame the Surge Protector. She can't blame anyone.
"Wake up, soldier. It's 7o'clock. You didn't forget about out date, r-right?"
That was 2 weeks ago. Just then, tears came out.