Cold Heart
So, here is a little back story to this. I wanted to do a story where someone hurts someone else's feelings and makes amends. *Is shown High Speed Heartache* No, not like that. Between friends, not a couple. So, here is Cold Heart, starring Calhoun and Vanellope. *Face lightens up as the realization dawns on him* This is the first story I've written where I've made Calhoun a main Character!
(Fix-It Felix Jr.)
Vanellope von Schweetz was the President of Sugar Rush, but not always. In 1997, an evil 1980s 8-Bit game character named Turbo hacked Vanellope's home game of Sugar Rush, making himself King Candy and her a glitch that no one loved or even gave the slightest care for. However, in 2012, a good bad-guy named Wreck-It Ralph changed all that when he went game jumping to prove his game wrong and he met Vanellope and helped her restore the game back to normal, with the exception that Vanellope was now the President instead of the Princess. "So Stinkbrain," Vanellope started as Ralph walked into the Penthouse that herself and Felix were currently occupying, "did your bad guy book club meeting go well?" she asked in her snarky teasing tone.
"Yeah, it took us forever to understand Zombie again," Ralph chuckled and ruffled Vanellope's hair. "How'd your day go ya little brat?" He asked her and sat down next to Felix. Vanellope grinned widely and started jumping up and down.
"It was the bestest day EVER!" She replied excitedly, "the guy who came into race selected me, and he won TEN straight races with me, that's a record even I haven't done before," Vanellope explained. Ralph smiled as Vanellope crawled up to his lap and sat down on it.
"I'm glad you had fun tonight Vanilla," Felix said warmly, calling Vanellope by the nickname he had given her, "Tammy should be here any minute so we can all go to dinner at Tapper's," Felix reminded the two best friends.
"It's been awhile since it was just the four of us hanging out," Vanellope chimed in, "I guess we've all just been really busy," she added on. Ralph looked down and cocked his eyebrow in confusion.
"You're nine years old kid," Ralph pointed out, "what have you got to be busy for?" He questioned. Vanellope's face fell, almost perfectly expressing her thoughts.
"Let's see, I'm the President of my game, I have a lot of citizens to take care of and I have to practice a lot for races," Vanellope replied in the classic 'durrrrr' tone. Felix smiled and laid a hand on Vanellope's knee.
"Have you found anyone special that gives you the honeyglows yet?" Felix smiled warmly. Vanellope froze and Ralph glared down at the fixer.
"She's only nine Felix," Ralph pointed out, "she's too young to be having a boyfriend," he added. Vanellope secretly blushed and thanked Tobikomi that Ralph or Felix didn't press any further, less they discover her crush for Rancis. Suddenly, the door to the penthouse flew open, to reveal Calhoun, who looked annoyed, as if the three inside the penthouse were late instead of her. She scoffed and marched across the room until she reached her husband.
"Alright, let's get this over with Fix-It, I need to get back and finishing cleaning all the weapons," the Sarge muttered annoyed. She picked up Felix by the scruff of his collar and carried him outside. Ralph and Vanellope looked at each other, shrugged and walked out after the couple.
"So, how was your day Sergeant Sunshine?" Vanellope happily asked as she skipped alongside Calhoun's legs. The Space Marine sneered down at the little girl and looked back forward to the tram that would take them to Game Central Station.
"Pretty awful cadet," Calhoun replied quickly. Felix and Ralph could read the warning signs that Calhoun wanted no part in a conversation, unless it was about killing mechanical bugs. Unfortunately, Vanellope being only nine years old, she really didn't pick up on the signs Calhoun was throwing off. She had too much of a trusting personality, which was none of her fault at the very least.
"Aww what happened? Bug crawl up your butt?" Vanellope joked and held up a fist for a fist-bump. Ralph cut his hand across his throat and Felix bit his leather workman's glove in fear of how his wife would react. Luckily for the two 80s game characters, Calhoun went easy on the kid.
"No ya little diabetic hellion," Calhoun replied in the middle of the tram ride, "the kids who tried to play my game today should've saved their lunch money. We didn't get past level one, ALL DAY! Calhoun exclaimed and ripped off part of the tram's door in remembrance of the past day. The tram came to a stop, and Calhoun quickly exited, wanting to get the dinner over with before going back to target practice. "Alright, what are you pansies waiting for?" she questioned when she turned around to see Ralph, Felix and Vanellope all cowering in a corner.
"N-Nothing Tammy, let's get something to eat!" Felix put on a fake smile and grabbed his wife's arm. Vanellope and Ralph looked surprisingly at each other.
"How does he survive being her husband again Stinkbrain?" Vanellope asked while they trailed behind the couple. Ralph shrugged as he picked up Vanellope and set her on his left shoulder.
"I still haven't figured it out kid, and I don't think I want to," he added nervously. The four had arrived at Tapper's and already ordered their food. Sitting at the booth right underneath the giant 70 inch flat screen TV, the little Chibi President turned her gaze to the monstrous TV.
"Great, NASCAR hasn't started yet and the NFL season is over, nothing good is on," Vanellope complained while the TV was showing the British sport Cricket. "Boooooooring!" She shuddered and pouted. Felix sipped his Root Beer while thumbing through a Carpenter magazine and chuckling at all the projects that were considered the best. Calhoun drummed her metallic fingers across the tabletop as the bar was buzzing with customers. She blew some of her hair out of her face and rolled her eyes several times.
"So, did anyone watch the SuperBowl last week?" Felix asked, trying to drum up a conversation before their meals arrived.
"Commercials and game sucked," Ralph replied quickly as he sipped on his root beer.
"Too busy racing to care," Vanellope added in as she played with her licorice draw strings.
"But you just said you hated that the NFL season was over you little Cavity," Calhoun pointed out suspiciously.
"Yeah, but when NASCAR is over, it's the only thing remotely decent to watch when we're done racing on Sundays," Vanellope explained and let out a cute little burp from her drink. "Oops, 'scuse me," she giggled. The sarge rolled her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that night and checked her watch. She then sighed and got up from her seat.
"I'll be back in a minute while I hit the latrine," she said and excused herself military style. "Boring conversation anyway," she mumbled under her breath and turned into the hallway that lead to the bathrooms. Vanellope looked all around and felt her bladder ready to burst.
"Gotta go too, be right back Ralphie!" She called and darted for the bathroom, her little shoes clacking their way on the wooden floor.
"So Ralph," the Carpenter started a new conversation, "have you finally found a lucky lady in your life?" He asked politely. Ralph spat out the root beer in his mouth and accidentally covered the blue shirted handy-man in the drink, "I'll take that as a no," Felix groaned and wiped himself off with a paper towel.
"Come on Felix, I told you already I'm done looking for a girl alright? I have Vanellope for a daughter and you for a brother and G.I. Crush as a sister-in-law, what more could I need?" Ralph questioned while gesturing with his hands and accidentally knocked over Ryu.
(With Calhoun)
The Sarge gripped the sides of the sink in the bathroom and stared at her reflection. She was visibly shaking, but not from nervousness or anything like that. Calhoun was shaking from annoyance. "Mod, spending an evening with those two can be really aggravating," she grumbled and splashed some water on her face. It was not like she down right hated Ralph and Vanellope; they just weren't the type of people she would drop everything for to spend time with. Her body jumped slightly when Vanellope burst through the door and headed for a stall.
"Ahhhh, much better," Vanellope sighed as she relieved herself.
"Hey again Cadet," Calhoun groaned and wiped her face with a paper towel. And there was that voice. Vanellope was a good kid and had the personality of a comedian, child and redneck all rolled into one, the perfect recipe for disaster anywhere she went. The Sarge tried to get out of there, yet before she could, Vanellope appeared front the stall and began washing up.
"Aunt Calhoun, can I ask you a question?" Vanellope asked while she scrubbed up. Calhuon pinched her nose and sighed.
"Sure, go ahead," she crossed her arms and leaned up against the sink. The splashing of the water ceased and the ripping of paper towels followed as Vanellope dried her hands, waiting to ask her question.
"I was just gonna ask you about a, feeling," was all the little racer said and started to turn pink. Calhoun's eyes narrowed and she stared down Vanellope, not understand what she meant.
"What kind of feeling kid, I need more information that that," Calhoun instructed. Vanellope gulped and twiddled her fingers, trying to think of a way to put her thoughts into coherent words. "Come on out with it, our food should be here any minute," Calhoun twirled her index finger over her digital watch.
"Okay," Vanellope breathed, "every time I talk to this one boy in my game, Rancis, I feel light-headed and queasy; my face turns really warm, what does that mean?" Vanellope questioned. You can't be serious. That was the question she wanted to ask Calhoun? The sergeant felt like someone just punk'd her. 'There goes two minutes I won't get back,' she thought to herself.
"It means, you like the boy, as more than a friend," Calhoun told her and opened the door to leave.
"WHAT!?" Vanellope screeched, almost forcing blood to come out of Calhoun's ears, "I'm only nine! I can't like Rancis like that, that's icky," she groaned. Calhuon squeezed the door handle so hard it dented.
"Look kid, I don't care alright? You like him as more than a friend, case closed and I don't give a crap about how you deal with it," she said coldly and exited the restroom. Vanellope felt slightly hurt that the woman she looked up to didn't care about how she felt. Aren't those the topics older girls talk about? Whatever that case may be, Vanellope shook off the little incident and skipped out of the bathroom, ready to devour her burger. Fortunately for her, Tapper was already at said table, serving the food. Unfortunately for Vanellope, she tripped over one of the bar stool legs and fell into Tapper. The bar tender yelped in surprise and the tray carrying the food was soon flying in the air.
"Look out!" Felix shouted. Too, late. Every morsel, every crumb, and every drop of food and condiment landed directly on one person: Calhoun.
"Hehe, oops, sorry," Vanellope apologized nervously. Calhoun wiped the shit from her eyes and glared down at the little racer who saw the fire in the Sarge's eyes.
"Now Tammy, it was an accident," Felix tried to cajole her.
"Yeah, accidents happen, just take it easy-," Ralph tried to join in but was punched hard in the face by Calhoun. She stood up and marched over to Vanellope and glared into her face.
"What do you have to say for yourself, maggot?" Calhoun asked quietly. Vanellope gulped and chuckled nervously.
"I-I said I was sorry," she replied, hoping to calm Calhoun down.
"SORRY!?" Calhoun boomed, rattling some of the glasses and scaring all three of her fellow diners. "Is that all you have to say for being such a fuck-up?" The tall sergeant asked.
"Hey now, don't use that language in front of her," Ralph warned. Calhoun's glare turned back to Ralph and almost made him wet his pants. Vanellope's eyes were watering at being yelled at, but no noise escaped her mouth.
"All you do is never shut up in that irritating voice, why the hell can't you just close your mod dammed mouth sometimes?" Calhoun asked. "And you're constantly ruining things! Remember that time you shot Felix in the foot because you were playing with one of our training weapons? Just do us all a favor and go back to isolation in your pathetic little game, Glitch," Calhoun sneered and shoved Vanellope out of the way as she left for Hero's Duty. The patrons' mouths were hanging open at the thought of someone actually saying that to a little kid.
"Vanilla, are you alright?" Felix asked softly. Vanellope let out a little whine and ran out of Tapper's crying. Ralph's heart burst when he saw how sad his daughter was. This was the final straw for Ralph. He turned back to Felix and slammed his fist on the table.
"Felix, your wife is a fucking bitch, there I said it. You keep her away from Vanellope or else," he threatened and ran off to comfort his daughter. Felix took off his blue hat and ran his gloved fingers through his hair. A sigh escaped from his mouth and he shook his head. This was one thing he couldn't fix. It would be up to his family to fix this problem themselves.
End Chapter 1
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