Chapter 1 : Introduction- The new characters
"Slaughter race! A wicked dangerous death-trap racing game, few have entered, fewer have left. Beware to all those who enter, without guts, there can be no glory!"
"What do you think?" Vanellope said as she flailed her arms in rhythm with her words, and back into her pocket.
"Catchy! Though it may be a little overkill on the death-trap part, and it's a bit long...for a title" Shank replied
Both giggled at the remark.
Sitting on top of the hood of Shank's car; both racers went back to gazing at the beautifully desolate city illuminated by a permanent sunset. It was another day in Slaughter Race and Vanellope had just finished talking to Ralph about their meet-up in two couldn't wait to see him again.
"By the way" Shank said "I never asked, but what is it with you and this...glitching business?"
"Oh...well…" Vanellope paused.
Shank could tell she was distressed "If you don't want to talk about it it's fine, I shouldn't have pried anyways."
"No, it's not that, it's just...a bit of a long story." She started talking about everything, the other racers, Her and Ralph's crazy adventure out of sugar rush, her cart, her game, and even King Candy; a.k.a "Turbo!"
It's not everyday an egotistical maniac takes over your game, and literally locks up everybody's memories away, labeling you as a glitch. Trapping you in your own game where you are forbidden from doing the one thing that you want the most - that you need the most - Vanellope tried to reason with everybody, that King Candy was a fraud, but they weren't having it.
Their constant bullying had left her a bit hyperactive and sour on life, but thanks to Ralph's kindness and her programming as a "merciful princess" she held no grudge towards her fellow racers.
"Vee, I had no idea"
"Ah! It's fine, water under the bridge, besides; what I have now compared to what I had back then, I'd say it was all worth it" Vanellope assured her.
"Well baby" Shank started "you don't have to worry about anything like that here, we take our friendship very seriously."
"Thank you Shank- or should I say...Shank you" Vanellope joked.
"Oh! You remembered" Shank replied jokingly.
The both shared a hearty laugh.
Vanellope had been through a lot; sure, but that was years ago, she had learned to move on, and with Ralph, it was easier. She was living her dream.
But in the back of her mind something was bothering her, although she had forgiven Ralph for acting so selfishly, she couldn't help but wonder, whatever happend to that virus?
Listening in on both of the female racers was a black figure shrouded in darkness behind a tree of a forest. It casted a shade, enough for him to stay hidden. This stranger took a deep breath, and stepped into the yellow light.
Meanwhile:-
Trash goes where it's supposed to go,right at the bottom of the Internet. Sitting in the back seat of a vehicle was a young looking man wearing black shoes, dark jeans, a black trench coat and had one of those Humburg hats on. Sitting there cross-legged, he was patiently waiting for his arrival.
As soon as the vehicle stopped, the door was opened for him and he stepped out.
"You're here!" A man came running towards him with an IPad on hand, "I didn't think you'd make it, my name is Carson, it's a pleasure to meet you, detective~..." He extended his hand.
"Jericho, detective Jericho, you may call me" He removed his hat with one hand and shook the man's hand with the other, "and the pleasure's all mine" Eying Carson from top to bottom, the detective couldn't help but chuckle at what he just discovered. The man was wearing leather brown shoes with a completely blue suit with a tie to match, he had curly black hair with sea blue eyes, but that's not what piqued his interest.
Carson was surprised to say the least, this is not what he imagined the Internet's second best detective would look like. The man was cleanly shaven, had jet black hair with a rugged quiff hairstyle, a light skin tone with handsome features, and clear green eyes as if they contained all the mysteries of the Internet.
"So, what do we have?" The detective asked, snapping Carson back into reality, feeling a little embarrassed for staring.
To which he replied "Well detective, its a real doozy, we've had our best men look into it but it seems they are drawing blanks, since it was broken when we found it. There is really no way to tell where it could have come from, the only lead we have is that busted insecurity virus."
As they both walked over the piles of debris and broken shards of trash, they came across a holographic -Danger Keep Out- sign, around which were anti-virus NPC's and their green vehicles. Carson had already told them to expect someone, but their security was still hesitant to let them pass.
"Hold up!" The larger of the two green security guards said, he was much bigger than the detective and much taller too, "Let me see some Identification!"
"And state your purpose here!" The shorter of the two security guards said, he was much shorter than him,but did not seem small by any means.
The detective eyed both of them back and forth but did not say a word.
"Well?" The larger guard said.
"I'd tell you, but i'd hate to have to repeat it twice" Detective Jericho said.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" The larger guard screamed as he raised a fist above his head ready to strike.
"Woah, woah, woah…" Carson had barely come in between them and held both of them back, IPad clutched in one hand "He's with me, I brought him in, he's here to help."
"We don't need stowaways" The shorter guard said.
"Hm, and here I thought the BitDefenders were smart." The detective replied.
"YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH PRETTY BOY" The larger guard said while pointing a large finger at him.
"You really think I'm that pretty" The detective replied with an intense glare.
Carson couldn't believe what was happening, this large anti-virus guard was huge, but detective Jericho didn't seem to be fazed even a bit, he had to stop this before it got out of hand, "Look here Defender, i'm under orders from your boss saying I was allowed to bring in help from the outside and I brought him. If you have a problem with that then take it with your boss."
The large guard stood there for a few seconds before calming down. "Fine, but if he impedes the investigation in any way, I'll be the one to stomp him."
"You mean stop him."Carson said.
"I know what I said" The shorter guard replied.
Both the detective and Carson looked at the shorter guard slightly wide eyed.
"You mean he sa-lets just get this over with" Jericho interrupted Carson.
Both of them passed by, but not without an intense stare between the detective and the larger guard.
Both heading towards their destination now.
"Jeez, I knew you would have some competition considering your field of work, but I didn't think it would be this… diverse." Carson said to the detective.
"It takes some getting use to, but down here... you're either predator or prey." Detective Jericho replied.
"Trust me detective… I know -BUMP- Ow" Carson had bumped into the detective while looking down and clutching his IPad.
"Is this it?" Jericho asked.
"Yes, this is all of it" Carson replied rubbing the top of his nose.
What they saw there was a busted insecurity virus, its eyeball was cracked and half of its wires were torn, it was illuminated by one of the many strands of light coming from above all of the garbage that blocked the bright net from view.
The Detective removed his coat and handed it to Carson, who took it abruptly, and crouched down at the object that was once alive. He examined it while Carson spoke, with his IPad on hand "Yes, this is what caused the recent fiasco known as the "Wreck it Ralph" virus (making quotation gestures), but we're having a difficult time figuring out where it originated from, and we can't hold the individual named Ralph responsible for it since nobody really got hurt. All he got was a few weeks of suspension, we tried asking knowsmore about it but he said, and I quote "I have no obligation to cooperate with you"
Detective Jericho twitched at the mention of knowsmore, he had a bit of a rivalry history with him, but now was not the time for that, "We don't need egghead" He said "There is only one place this virus could have come from, and I know just the men to see to find out"
"We lost him" Little Debbie screamingly replied at Butcher Boy.
Both were in their cars racing, a not-so- new player had shown up by the name "KorgBush456" and was trying to deliver cargo all the while dodging both Little Debbie's monster truck and Butcher Boy's heavy bull car.
"Relax Deb, these horns aren't dull yet" Butcher Boy replied.
Both swerved right, at an intersection, drifting their way across; headed straight for the player who was accelerating towards a familiar, mashed tunnel full of busted, broken cars and fire.
In his room, Tommy had just done all the chores his mother had told him to finish, now, playing slaughter race in his basement, with his old game console, he could not wait to use the new cheat code he got from his friend near the school's backgate. Though he could never get through the fiery tunnel, this time it was going to be different for "KorgBush456".
Back into the game, Butcher Boy and Little Debbie were catching up right behind the player, they knew it was all over for him, they had been catching the same driver over and over again since he started, and he could never get past the tunnel under the bridge.
"We got him!" Little Debbie exclaimed.
Butcher Boy was about to reciprocate her victory cheer, when in the corner of his eye, he saw the player's car bounce left and right, up and down, and front and back.
"What is he doing?" Butcher Boy asked.
"I have no idea" Little Debbie replied.
Just then, the car disappeared into thin air, straight into the tunnel. Both racers were so shocked, they hit their brakes and slid into a complete stop right in front of the fiery tunnel.
"What just happened?" Little Debbie questioned.
Back with Tommy.
"YES, EAT MY DUST SLAUGHTER RACE, GHOST CAR IN THE HOUSE" He screamed.
"KEEP IT DOWN BOY!" His mother screamed from the living room.
He crouched down a bit and covered his mouth. "yay" He replied, barely audible.
He had to thank Michael for lending him that cheat code("Ghost car" was a cheat that allowed the player to be practically invincible, allowing them to even go through walls, but only for a few seconds).
As soon as the cloak had worn off, he accelerated towards the finish line.
"Whooo!" The player's avatar screamed.
Busy with his victory cheer, he had not noticed that someone a few hundred feet in front of him was accelerating their vehicle, and was headed right for him.
Tommy's avatar was just done with his victory cheer when he noticed something approaching him from ahead, he had to squint his eyes just to see it.
"Is that… a motorcycle?" He asked rhetorically.
END OF CHAPTER. 1
Author's notes:
This is my first ever Fanfiction, I loved the first Wreck it Ralph movie and when the second one came out I just had to write a Fanfiction about it.
I DO NOT own any of the characters in this Fanfic, I just want to write an interesting story, and I DO NOT want to get copyrighted on my first fanfic.
Anyway I hope you guys like this one, please leave a comment and let me know what you think, and if I should do more.