Okay, I've decided all the fatherly King Candy one shots I come up with from now on will be in this one story, makes it easier to post them. So, with that, let's get started!

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Ralph had just settled into his easy chair, prepared to sit there and most likely fall asleep as he tried to read some book Felix had given him (he really couldn't care less whether or not this couple could run off to be together, but he'd accepted it to be polite) when he heard a knock on his door.

He sighed, and tossed it aside as he stood and approached the door.

"Felix, I told you I don't feel like having pie-"

He opened the door, and paused when he saw it was King Candy. The king stared up at him for a moment, before offering a nervous smile.

"Its cake, actually." he stated, holding up a plate with a slice of strawberry cake.

"King Candy? Um...what're you doing here?" Ralph asked, stepping aside to let the smaller man in.

"Oh, I thought we could just...you know, hang out, talk...guy to guy! About...I don't know, manly things, like- oh my gobstoppers, this place could use some redecorating! The furniture doesn't match each other at all, and the color; you wear a lot of red, but I think beige is more your color."

Ralph looked down at him skeptically, crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, if we're done talking about renovations; why are you really here?"

King Candy glanced away for a moment, before looking back up.

"I'm worried Ralph..."

"About what? Vanellope? Why, did something happen?! Is she okay?!"

"She's fine, she's fine; it's just...I'm worried about what she thinks of me..."

Ralph frowned a little, before sitting down in the chair again. The king took a seat on the couch, sighing heavily as he stared at the floor.

"What do you mean?"

"Turbo...he used me to torment her for fifteen years Ralph...how am I supposed to make up for that? She used to be so sweet and innocent too...she's still nice, but she's so sarcastic now and...she's different than before..."

Ralph was silent for a moment, before speaking.

"Look your candiness, I didn't know her back then, so I can't exactly say how much she's changed...but I'm sure she's still the same kid you remember. You just have to hang out with her a little; it's only been a couple days since Sugar Rush got reset after all. As for the fifteen years...that wasn't even your fault. I'm sure she knows that, and she probably doesn't blame you for anything."

King Candy nodded a little, but still seemed unsure.

"Alright look, I can tell you all this, but the best thing to do would be to talk to her yourself."

The king looked thoughtful, and slowly nodded.

"You're right, thank you."

"Sure, no problem, tell the kid I say hi."

"I will," King Candy said as he stood and headed for the door. Before he left though, he turned back to Ralph.

"You know, you're a good guy, Ralph."

The wrecker rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced away.

"Um...thanks."

"I mean it; I'm glad you helped Vanellope, even when I- Turbo, gave you the chance to leave without looking back. Thank you for doing that...if you hadn't, she may never have found out who she really was, I'd still be under Turbo's control, and Sugar Rush would've been consumed by the Cy-Bugs in the end. I really do owe you every ounce of gratitude in my code."

Ralph glanced back at him, and smiled a little.

"Ehh, nothing to it; wrecking things, including crazy renegade racer's plans, is all part of the job."

King Candy laughed and nodded, before giving a proper bow.

"Well then, I bid you goodnight Wreck-It Ralph."

"Same to you, Marshmellow Pants."

The king gave a mockingly offended huff, before marching out the door with a snicker.