Wreck it Ralph was now finally appreciated in his game, as he had desired for so long, now the Nicelanders had gained a new appreciation for him ever since he had overthrown 'King Candy' back it Sugar Rush who had actually turned out to be Turbo, a racer back from the 80s when the arcade had first opened, took over said game and deleted Vanellope Von Schweets one of the main racers and turned her into a glitch, turning all the other racers against her…
But a certain blue clad handyman wasn't so happy about the new changes….
Fix it Felix Junior glared daggers at Ralph as the latter was thrown from the top of the building, yet nobody even noticed his sour facial expression.
He was starting to snap.
Smack!
Felix spluttered and a chorus of snorts and giggles aroused from the small cluster of Nicelanders who were crowded around Ralph.
'Hey Felix! Are you ok?' Felix was snapped out of his trance, by abnormally large, trash canned size hands waving in his line of vision, he blinked.
'Oh what? Oh yeah, Ralph I'm fine' he said at least trying to make an attempt to strike up a civilised conversation with fellow character.
'Are you sure? You look like you have been sucking lemons for the last half hour, glare any longer and your face shall freeze like that' Ralph scoffed at his own joke.
He was met by yet another glare.
Ralph chuckled nervously.
What was wrong with Felix?
He was usually so cheerful and kind-hearted, but now he was harsh and spiteful, not the Felix he had known for 30 years.
'See ya tomorrow, wreck it!'
'Great day guys!'
'That was the best day EVER, don't you think Felix?'
Felix's head snapped up and his eyes widened.
'What? Yeah, yeah it was good'
'Are you ok?'
Felix nodded, his eyes darkening.
'Are you sure?'
'I SAID I'M FINE!'
The handyman stormed up to his luxury penthouse suite, leaving a crowd of shocked, and very confused Nicelanders….