A/N: I don't know for sure how many attempts there are out there about Felix's (and Ralph's) past. But here's a full-length story from the beginning to where our favorite game duo stand today. I seem to bond better with Felix, so it's called a History of a Fix-it, because generally it's Felix's history, but I'll be sure to cover what Ol' StinkBrain is up to ;p I tried to make this as believable and reasonable as I can. I do have a theory as to what will happen and how exactly Fix-it Felix Jr. began...but I'll get into that later. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this story! I tend to enjoy writing backstory's to my favorite characters, I have to say I put a lot into this one, for once. I would greatly appreciate your reviews, faves, and follows. Please do so! They keep me going and writing!
Thanks! :D
Of course I don't own Felix, or Litwak, but I do own Felix's mother and father.
Chapter One: Beautiful Beginnings:
"Hey," greeted a young, beautiful, brunette haired 8-bit woman. She turned to her husband that finally came back from work.
"Hey, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I'm late..." The man slipped off his cap and hung it on the coat hanger. Revealing his light brown short hair. He walked over and took a seat beside the woman.
The woman gave him a loving smile, before placing an affectionate kiss on his forehead. "It's alright, you can't control the gamers." She smiled as she got up and walked over to a baby crib.
The man chuckled. "That's true, Litwak decided to let these brothers stay behind. He wanted to see if the youngest could beat the oldest in whose got the highest score," The man chuckled as he took off his gloves and undid his utility belt which held his beloved hammer. He hung both this items along side the cap, as he went over to catch up with the woman.
"Litwak trying to relive his glory days?" The woman joked. Smiling down at the precious gift owned by both the woman and man.
Tha man chuckled. "You'd think so, he went on saying how: him and his brother would always compete for the highest score in all the arcade games." He mimicked the old man on that last sentence.
The woman almost busted out with laughter, but she was able to calm it down to a giggle. She placed her finger to her lips, telling the man to quiet down. The man came up and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. Placing his head on top of hers. He kisses the top of it, before he too looks down at the precious bundle of joy.
It was an infant boy, in blue pajamas. Wrapped up like a burrito in his favorite blanket, sleeping away. Drifting off into the sea of dreams.
"He looks so much like you," The woman commented.
The man laid his head on her bare shoulder, to get a closer look at their son. "But when his eyes are open. He has your blue eyes."
The woman smiled, her husband had a point. The rest of the features though, nonetheless came from him. His smile, his nose, and hair...but at least their son had her eyes. The husband was glad of that, for it was her blue eyes that drawn him to her first. Who knows who his son will draw in with his mother's beautiful blue eyes.
The bundle slowly started squirming, trying to release himself from the burrito trap he got himself into. The sight caused the couple to chuckle slightly. Soon the infant's eyes opened and he stared back at his parents.
"There they are," the man softly whispered into his wife's ear. The woman smiled back at him, and then back to the infant. Who now to was smiling, and softly cooing. Using the crib to support himself up from his bed, and leaned against the frame. Waving his arms rapidly, wanting to get out of his once was a heavenly resting place, but now is a prison cell.
The man released his wife from his loving embrace, so she could release their son. She carried him out of his crib and immediately into her arms. There he cradled against his mother's chest. The mother smiled and kissed his forehead. She was so proud of herself and her husband. To be gifted with the most precious, cutest, and most loving baby son. Who knew who he'd become when he got older. The mother hoped their son would only become the great man his father was, that was her biggest dream.
She looked up at her husband, who was smiling lovingly and warmly at her and the infant.
"You two look so cute together," He commented.
The comment made her cheeks start to redden She's been married to this man for over five years, and yet he was still able to make her blush with just the slightest comments.
He chuckled as he propped her chin up with his finger. "Is that honey glow I see in your cheeks?"
She giggled. "I can't say that it isn't.."
The two kissed passionately with their little one in the middle. When they stopped, they couldn't help but notice their son making disgusted faces at the scene. Which made the couple laugh. The mother put the baby down so he could explore the penthouse apartment. The infant quickly scrambled off to his toy chest. Where he got his favorite toys; a cap, a pair of gloves, and a hammer. He also got out some other toys that were supposedly broken, but the infant fixed them; thanks to his cap, gloves, and hammer.
"I hope he grows up to be like you, Felix. There's so little great men out there like you in the arcade. He looks like you, and he's named after you...I hope he becomes like you. Kind, sweet, caring, loving, and..the list can go on and on..."
Her husband smiled at her. "I'm sure, he'll make a fine man when he grows up, Beth. A fine good guy in his destined game.."
"I sure hope so," Beth sighed.
Felix Sr. wrapped his arms back around Beth's waist. He rested his head back on top of Beth's, as he on-looked their son playing.
"I-eh-I-c-c.."
"Felix? Is that Junior?" Beth asked. Even though both parents were just observing their son. Soon they noticed him trying to say something..his first words.
"He's trying to talk! Our baby is trying to talk!" Beth nearly squealed, breaking out of her husband's loving embrace, again, to kneel down before her son to hear him say his first words.
The baby held up the plastic bird house, he just fixed with his fake hammer. He handed the fake bird house to his mother who gladly took it and observed it.
"I-I-I..."
"Y-you can what sweetheart?"
"I c-can..f-f-fix it...I can fix it."
Little did either parent or infant know, that these words would be more than just Junior's first words, but soon one day, it'll be his slogan, for his own game.
