Chapter 1: The Prologue

"Sugar Rush? Oh no, this is that candy go-kart game over by the Whack-A-Mole… I got to get out of here."

I wasn't all that impressed with how the place looked at first, especially with the chocolate everywhere – I hate chocolate. Everything looked so girlish - that's a word, right? -, 'cause I mean, considering how everything looked…It was so pink. Needless to say, I just wanted to get out of there with my medal in hand with as little problems as possible. Looking back, let's just say that that was wishful thinking.

I panicked almost immediately when I noticed my medal was missing. "Oh no! My medal…wh-where is i-"

I looked around to and fro and to my fortunate self, it was not too far away – it was perched on a tree some meters away from me.

So, I jumped around, climbed around… Oh the things I do to get something I really want. First, I climb up a lab with my bare hands and next, I try to climb a tree in the middle of a taffy swamp.

With success I grabbed it, but as I placed it around my neck and tucked it in my shirt, I looked at the damage I made with the escape pod.

"Man, they sure call me Wreck-It Ralph for a reason… I got to get out of here before anyone finds out I did this."

When I was close to the ground, I stepped on a branch that for some reason, disappeared and I ended up falling feet first into the taffy swamp.

It was an ugly sight; although I couldn't see my whole body, I could tell it was. I was completely covered in green taffy… I swam back up, holding to dear life – after many years of Sonic's PSAs, I knew what would've happened if I drowned in the taffy.

Had I not fallen in the swamp, I would've probably been able to avoid staying in Sugar Rush overnight.

I followed the long trench that was formed by the escape pod, and figuring that I came from the entrance, it would've taken me a lot longer if I went another way. That, and I didn't want anyone to see me, especially with the green suit I had on. I seriously tried to take it off, but it kept hardening as I was going along.

After what seemed like minutes, or hours, or I don't know, I didn't track the time, I found the entrance, with a very colorful bridge leading up to it.

"Oh thank goodness, I can finally get out of here." On the inside of the taffy suit, I sounded pretty normal, but on the outside, it all sounded like mumbles, but I didn't know that at the time.

To think, I really thought that I was just going to walk up the bridge, get passed the entrance, and stroll my way back to the dump…

There were a couple of funny looking donut cops, some guards that…looked like oreos, and even funnier looking giant cinnamon twist guards near the entrance.

"Woah! Hey there big guy, we can't let you pass," Said the donut with sprinkles for a mustache. I really thought that was funny, yet clever for him to have that.

I responded to him with distress in my voice, although no one was able to hear me outside my taffy suit. "Wh-why not, sir?"

"What's that? I can't understand you," The donut replied, circling around me for some odd reason. "And what are you anyway?"

"My name's Wreck-It Ralph, and I know it may seem weird that I'm here – it's a long story -, but I was just going to be on my way…" I say again, no one understood what I was saying, but I didn't know that.

I heard the mustachioed donut tell the tall donut,

"Hey, what do we do with this guy?"

"…The president said that anyone who goes into Sugar Rush without authoritative permission must be apprehended, remember?"

"Oh, right." The mustachioed cop turned to me – I remember this distinctly – and said, "Sorry buddy, there's no one on the list of visitors that fits your description. Rules are rules."

He took out a taser and tased me for what seemed to be forever, or at least until I fainted.

Next thing I knew after waking up, I was tied up on both my hands and feet, standing in front of what looked like a throne. I was also not wearing that dreaded taffy suit, which, I still wonder to this day how they were able to take that off.

There were guards surrounding me at every angle, expecting me to just run away I guess. I considered doing that, but I was more willing to talk my way out instead of trying to force my way out.

Then I saw a car fling in a circle around me and land to form a throne chair. The driver flew out of the seat and to my surprise, it was a very short kid. I looked at one of my hands and noticed the kid was as small as my fist.

A green figure – a gumball, a jawbreaker, I don't know actually – announced in a very monotone voice, "All hail, the 1st president of Sugar Rush, President Vanellope von Schweetz." He pointed to the little girl standing a meter or two in front of me.

She didn't seem too happy that I was there, standing in front of her.

"Alright, Buster, let me be straight with you. I'm not very fond of people who try to go Turbo around here."

Hi, hello.

I don't know if I'll even give another update for this one, I'll just try to test the waters for now.

If anyone is familiar with my other story, I have an explanation as to why I haven't uploaded chapter 11 yet... Long story short, the file containing it got deleted, and now I have to start it all over again. Oh the joys of technology. I'm SORRY.

Reviews are appreciated. Yes, yes, indeed they are. Thanks.