I recently just watched Wreck It Ralph the movie when this idea came to me. I couldn't go to bed until I wrote the story and I finished that I decided to post it. It's not long so people should read it.

I'm not sure if I want it as a one-shot or a full on story so I let the viewers choose.

Sorry for my fans of my other stories, if your expecting some of them just wait till the weekend.

Anyways enjoy.

I don't own Wreck It Ralph. It is owned Disney.

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My name's Ralph, and I'm just your typical average joe.

I'm six feet tall. I weigh about 200 pounds. Got a little bit of a temper on me. You know, my passions bubble very near the surface, not gonna lie.

Anyways, what else? I'm a wrecker. I wreck things - professionally. I very good at what I do. Probably the best I know.

Thing is, wrecking isn't the important part of the job, no that's reserved for the building stage. So yeah, naturally the guy who had been dubbed "Fix-it Felix" and to add, my best friend and former rival in college, got his time in the limelight.

When Felix does a good job, he gets honors, parties, a ton of money and a nice shiny trophy called the employes of the month which is obviously reserved for the best employes, as the name implies.

And me? What do I get for the sweet science of wrecking? Honors? money? Appreciation? To that I say 'ha'... and no, I do not get that.

Don't want to sound like I'm complaining much - well I guess I am complaining but that's besides the point. I been in this gig for twenty years; I dropped out of college when I hit nineteen. Seen tons of people come and go. Like... Rocky Phil, Steel-arms Steve, those jokers from the explosive section. Wonder where those guys ran of to. No, I know I'm very lucky that I get paid enough to keep me going.

It's just that after all these years, it becomes hard to love your job if everyone seems to not appreciate you for it. I mean I didn't even get a mention in the companies annual ceremony last year... or the year before that. Felix naturally just got showered with praise and honors, he even got a kiss by that hot secretary whilst on stage.

I dunno, maybe I wouldn't be feeling this jealous - I mean frustrated after work. But as it is, Felix would go home to his fancy little penthouse, which he built, with a load of smoking hot babes and some of his friends, and just go party all night.

And I head off, on my own, to my motel, which had a fridge, bedroom, kitchen and living room all in one room. Sounds cool but that's it. I only have room - unless you count my bathroom, so it's pretty jammed up in there especially as I am a big guy. Still, I got a roof over my head, and it's actually quite comfortable once you get used to it. Yeah.

But... If I'm honest with myself; sometimes, when I go out for drinks or come home late, I look up at the penthouse, and see Felix and his friends all having a good time, doing fun things and Felix acting like Captain Fancy. And I sometimes think...

It sure would be nice if I had his life.

But then I look down, and see the most adorable face sleeping below me. Then, feeling me disrupt the stillness, she sleepily cracks one eye open to stare at me, making sure I'm still by her side and I see the most adorable big black eyes in the world. And I can't help but banish all those thoughts of being Felix to the back of mind and couldn't think of a better place to be than with my daughter...

Vanellope.

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Yeah it's finished, told you it was short. Anyways if you want to see this story go then don't forget to review saying so. If you liked it as a one shot, still review saying how much you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading,

BrainXplosion out.