A/N: Alright here. This is just a story about one of my OCs: RJ. I haven't really written in years, so I am more than excited to publish this. I hope you enjoy it. :)
Prologue
He looked around the space he was cramped in for the hundredth time. Dull, grey walls, which formed a cube around him, trapping him in the middle.
For how many years he'd been in there, he'd lost count. It was such a long time ago…
He got up, and with a violent swing, thrust his pixels into one of the walls. Just like before, the pixels simply bounced off the wall, leaving not even a dent on it.
Frustrated, he wanted to scream and growl and groan, but he knew he couldn't
For he was a nobody, a swirling cloud of pixels that shifted easily with the slightest movement, trapped for what seemed like eternity.
He had no voice, but he could see and hear like everyone else. And although he was just a cloud of pixels, he could think, and feel.
And right now, he felt sad, and lonely, aching to get out of this grey prison.
But he knew he couldn't…
He wasn't coded a nobody. Just like any other character, he had a home and a definite place in his game. But…something had gone wrong with him, and the game developers saw him as a potential threat to the game. So…they locked him up.
As the thick grey walls closed in around him, he felt his body lose its form, and break up into a million tiny sparkling pixels.
He never even got the chance to say goodbye. But how could he? He wasn't the one to make decisions, the game developers were.
"We can't let him out. Not now, not ever."
Those were the last words he heard before he got locked up.
Why he had been locked up, this he knew so very well it hurts, sending a ripple of energy across his pixels.
For there was a problem with his code. When released, a major disaster would threaten his game, and everything in it. He couldn't let that happen. What a selfish decision it would be!
He slid down the wall and sat on the floor, gathering his pixels around him. They were green and flickering, polygons of different sizes. It was quite hard to believe that the pixels were the remains of a former character. He wouldn't have believed it too, if it didn't happen to him.
As far as he knew, he had a connection with a certain character in the game. "Who was it?" He wondered. Was it someone called Rafe or Alf or…
Ah yes.
Ralph.
Wreck-it Ralph. The 'Big Bad' of the game.
Ralph had been living for at least 30 years as a completely normal character; and as for him, trapped in a grey cube, well…he wouldn't call that 'living', but it sure beats getting unplugged and being deleted.
The sadness inside overwhelmed him. He curled his pixels into a corner, sighing deeply inside.
Before his lockage, he had been left with a vague promise, and that is when a player reached the 39th level of the game, and won, he'll be unlocked. It didn't take a genius to know that no one had yet reached this level, otherwise, he wouldn't still in here!
Pressing his pixels into the wall, he swatted the thoughts of being unlocked away from his mind. The chances of him being released were extremely slim, why even bother to think about it?
Suddenly, the wall he was pressing on lurched, and his pixels tumbled forward. He was trying to gather his pixels together when the space around him lurched again, this time tilting on the other side. He rolled forward and slammed into another wall, groaning in pain.
That's when he heard it.
He had a voice.
He felt his pixels shifting and sparkling, expanding, and then condensing into a being.
A body formed, arms and legs grew, hands expanding way bigger than they should be.
The cube kept lurching, and he sworn he heard a crack running down one of the walls.
He was being unlocked.
With an earsplitting CRACK, the walls fell apart, and he was blown into the air. He closed his eyes—eyes that weren't there before; the wind rustled around him, carrying him away.
He didn't open his eyes, he didn't dare look. But he could feel his code being plugged once more into the game. This time for real.
The developers had kept their promise after all…
As he felt his bare feet brush against the rough ground, he knew he couldn't change what was happening now. But he knew this was a new beginning, a chance to start again.
Taking in a deep breath, he opened his eyes, and began his new life…