A tribute to my Uncle Jason. I miss him.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wreck-It Ralph.

She couldn't believe this. This could not be happening. She had to be having some terrifying nightmare, and that she was going to wake up any second now. But she didn't. She pinched herself, slapped herself, but it was no use.

This wasn't a nightmare. It was real. She stared at the lifeless code in front of her as tears marked a gentle, wet path on her cheeks. The event of horror kept replaying over and over in her mind, as if it was a cartoon that a little kid liked and wanted to see it again. Why did it have to happen to her?

She still couldn't believe it was happening, despite knowing that it was real. But she had seen him this morning, offering to go to Sonic's game. She remembered jumping up and down while chanting yes. She remembered him laughing and picking her up, setting her on his huge shoulder. How could it have changed so quickly?

Things had been going great. Sonic had let them borrow 2 pairs of his shoes and they started running, laughing and teasing each other about who could run faster. So they decided to do a race. That was where it had gone wrong.

He was in first, so she could see everything clearly. He went to a big loop, trying to run all the way around using speed. He had been fine, when suddenly, the shoes came off right when he was in the middle of the loop. He fell 500 yards, trying to tuck and roll as to not get hurt. But it was no use. He fell to the ground with a big CRASH! and a few sickening crunches were heard.

She had run over to him as fast she could, the shoes letting her get over to him within seconds. She had put her head on his big chest hoping to hear a heartbeat. She couldn't.

They were now at his funeral, his game having already been unplugged. She was wearing a light green gown, her head down and more tears cascading down her face. She listened as people said goodbye to him, about how they had misjudged him, about how much they will miss him. No one would miss him as much as she.

Soon it's her turn. She slowly got up and walked to the casket. It was closed, but just looking at it made her cry more. She said what she needed to say quickly, not wanting to spend too much time near the dead code. She returns to her seat and silently cries more.

They soon bury the casket. She doesn't watch, afraid she'll jump in the hole also. She stays as the others go home. She watches his grave and sets down a bouquet of flowers. After staying for a few more hours, she finally goes home.

Everyday, she goes back to the grave and just sits there, watching. Even after all this time, she still couldn't believe it. Her brain knows he's gone, but her heart says he's still there. She couldn't figure out why it was like that. She only knew one thing.

Vanellope von Schweetz had lost her best friend Wreck-It Ralph.

Soon, she found out why her heart said he wasn't gone. Memories of fun times would always come back to her, and she would even smile, something she hadn't done in a long while. She came to one conclusion.

Vanellope may have lost her best friend physically, but all the fun times she cherished with him were still in her heart.

She then made a promise to always keep him in her heart.


Sorry for it being so short, but I feel horrible. like 'crawl in a hole and die' horrible.

Anyways, no flames please. But review.

Uncle Jason: I hope you can read this while you're with Jesus and God, but I will always keep you in my heart. And I'll never let you go. I promise. I love you, Uncle Jason.