Hello my lovely readers, I've decided to do a Wreck-It Ralph fanfic. I like the movie, and I think until I update this more, along with my DP fic based on Beauty and the Beast. This is Wreck-It Ralph: Anastasia, I got the idea for this, from the writer Shinigamilover2 who wrote Wreck-It Ralph: Les Miserables, only for Anastasia. :) So I'm gonna try and work on this fic, along with my DP fic based on Beauty and the Beast, and on the side, occasionally Blind Half-Blood for my naggy reviewers. So I hope you enjoy this, and also before we begin, here's the cast of the fic!
Wreck-It Ralph: Anastasia Cast
Wreck-It Ralph – Vladimir Vanya Voinitsky Vasilovich
Fix-It Felix Junior – Dimitri (servant boy from palace)
Tamora (Tami) Calhoun – Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna
King Candy – Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna
Turbo – Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin
Sour Bill – Bartok (helper of Rasputin)
Sweet Jill – Bartok's girlfriend (at end of movie)
Vanellope – Sophie Stanislovskievna Somorkov-Smirnoff (Empress' first cousin)
Mario – Tsar Nicholas II of Russia
Peach – Tsarina Alexandra of Russia
Luigi – Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia
Daisy – Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia
Mary – Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia
Sue – Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia
Gene – Phlegmenkoff (Rude caretaker of orphanage)
Pooka (Good (non-dangerous) Cy-Bug) – Pooka (Dog that makes Anastasia go to St Petersburg)
Oh, on a side note, the Anastasia movie I'm using, is the animated/musical one. It's American, so happy ending is expected, but I'm gonna add a few twists or add-ons of my own :) Also in the beginning everything is from the "grandmother's" narration, then it changes to in bold after a while, just so you all know. :) So enjoy the prologue everyone, well to those who'll read this anyways XD.
Prologue
The Tsar of Game Central Station
There was a time, not very long ago, when we lived in an enchanted world; of elegant palaces, and grand partied. The year was 1986, and my son Mario was the Tsar of all Game Central Station. We were celebrating the 30th anniversary of our family role, and no star shined brighter that night, than that of my youngest granddaughter Tamora Calhoun. (Behind the seated elder, a small boy dressed in rags had run out of the kitchen an apple in his hands, and he stopped to watch the eldest of his Tsar's family converse with the beloved princess Tamora Calhoun.)
She had begged me not to return to Sugar Rush, but that night I had a special gift to give her, I had it made especially for her. It was to help make the separation easier for us both.
"For me," she asked in awe, long blond hair, the same as her mother Peach's, curling at the ends behind her shoulder blades. The gold and blue dress she was wearing, complimenting her bright blue eyes and bright smile. "Is it a jewelry box?"
"Felix, you belong in the kitchen!" An angry servant's voice came from behind the two royals.
"Look," I had whispered to her, taking a necklace out of my bag, and using it as a key for the small gold and green music box. It began to play our lullaby, what I would sing to her when she was young.
"It plays our lullaby," she gasped gently to me.
"You can play it at night before you go to sleep, and you can pretend it's me singing to you." I told her, a warm smile on my face.
As we listened, we both began to sing, one of Tamora's hands in mine, "On the wing, cross the sea, hear this song and remember, soon you'll be, home with me, once upon a December." I twirled her around in a circle as we sang, her smile never fading.
"Read what it says," I told her as she began to inspect the necklace.
"Together in Sugar Rush," she gasped and looked at me. "Oh really, oh grandpapa," she had exclaimed hugging me and I laughed gently returning her affection.
(But we would never be together in Sugar Rush, for a dark shadow had descended upon our house that night. His name was Turbo, we had thought he was a holy man, but he was a fraud, power mad and dangerous.)
"How-a dare you-a return to the palace," My son Mario told the monster, his red and gold outfit helping to exclaim his anger. Turbo was dressed in white and red cloaks, a sinister grin on his white face, yellow teeth showing through, complimented only by his yellow eyes.
"But I am you confidant." Turbo said, trying to get on my son's good side.
"Confidant, hah, you are a traitor, get out!" Mario exclaimed, not wanting anything to do with the man before him.
"You think you can banish the great Turbo, by the unholy powers vested in my, I banish you, with a curse!" Turbo had told Mario, everyone in the room had gasped at the man's proclamation, as he pointing to his strange dark green and bronze relic. "Mark my words, you and your family will die within a fortnight, I will not rest until I see the end of your family line, FOREVER!" Upon his declaration, he used the relic at his waist to shoot a powerful beam of energy to destroy the light fixture above most of the other characters heads, scaring everyone.
(Consumed by his hatred for Mario and his family, Turbo sold his soul for the power to destroy them.)
Turbo summoned several demons from his relic, speaking only in a whisper. "Go, fulfill your dark purpose, and seal the fate of the Tsar and his family, once and for all."
(From that moment on, the spark of unhappiness in our country was fanned into a flame that would soon destroy our lives forever.)
Many people, civilians of the other games, including the military men, the Surge Protectors, all stormed the palace within a fortnight. They destroyed the statue of my son, and all of us were running to get away, or even outside of the palace.
"My music box," Tamora Calhoun exclaimed, turning to the other direction, towards her room.
"Tamora, Tamora come back, come back!" I exclaimed, running after her to where she was headed. We ran into her room, where she grabbed her music box. "Tamora," I closed the door behind me, as chaos was going on around us, I ran forward and held onto her.
We were about to go towards another set of doors, when a boy ran up to us from behind. "This way, out the servant's quarters." We followed his advice and went out the way he came in.
"Hurry, Tamora." I told her, following after her as I pushed her in, she had turned around, and trying to get her music box, but the small servant boy stopped her.
"Turbo, she's getting away," a voice said from the window. It was a small green gumball kind of creature, possibly from Sugar Rush or some other kind of game.
"My music box," she told the boy.
"Go, go," he told her, closing the entryway, leaving himself trapped inside with the oncoming Surge Protectors.
"Comrades, in here," one of the protectors said, barging into the room, ready to search for one of the royals.
"Where are they boy?" Another of the Protectors demanded of Felix, who responded in kind by throwing a vase at one of them. The protector responded in kind by hitting him with the butt of his weapon.
Outside, I ran with my granddaughter out the back of the palace on the frozen water attempting to get away and towards Sugar Rush. However as we passed by one of the bridges we were ambushed by Turbo. "Turbo," I exclaimed, trying to get Tamora away as he grabbed her, attempting to get her close enough to kill.
"You'll never escape me child," he told her in his raspy voice. However as he was trying to kill Tamora, the ice beneath him began to break and he began to sink beneath the icy waters. I grabbed Tamora to ensure that she escaped his grasp, and we watched as he drowned beneath the icy cold waters.
"Sour Bill," Turbo called out for his assistant, who only made it in time to see his master drown.
At the train station, the last and only train going to Sugar Rush that night. The station was packed with characters from all over, attempting to get onto the train to safety.
"Tamora, Tamora quickly," I told her as we tried to get on the train by going through the thick crowd of characters. I was able to get on as the train was beginning to move out of the station, but Tamora was struggling to catch up with it.
"Grandpa," she called to me trying to reach out.
"Take my hand, hold onto my hand." I told her, hoping, and praying that she'd be able to get on.
"Don't let go," she begged me, blue eyes wide with fear.
I tried to grasp her hand harder, but my old hands were only so strong. Sadly as the train began to pick up speed, Tamora slipped from my grasp, "Tamora, TAMORA!" I called out as she fell back onto the ground, I wanted to go back for her, but one of the guards on the ship stopped me.
(So many lives were lost and destroyed that night, what had always been, was now gone forever. And my Tamora, my beloved grandchild, I never saw her again.)
Well that's it for the beginning, also I don't own Wreck-It Ralph, nor do I own Anastasia. They belong to other people. :) well review if you want, and I'll try to update this more, along with my DP fic. Well until more, later everyone :)