Hiya everyone! Aw yeah its time for my first story on here! Milkshake and I have only dabbled in this kind of stuff, but we have a story to tell so we won't give up that easy! That being said, oh boy do we want constructive criticism so judge away! I hope you guys will like this as much as I like my pancakes, but thats probably impossible! Anyways, thats enough rambling, there are adventures to seek and battles to be won! See ya guys around.

Its been a year since Ralph and Vanellope broke the internet, and they've kept up their long distance friendship all the while! Its just a shame that times can change, and dark forces from the past and present are rising up, ready for battle. As the very system itself begins to tear asunder, Can Ralph and Vanellope truly win this battle divided?

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Chapter 1: Slaughter Race

The scene was pretty grim to say the least. Flaming car wreckage was flung through the dark smoggy air of the intersection. The noises of crackling fire and creaking metal rang out, echoing in the darkness of the night. Vanellope began to come to, she was lying sprawled out on the cold, rough pavement.

Her ears were ringing a high-pitched ring that made her feel out of it, disconnected from the place she now calls home, a place called Slaughter Race. Too tired to move, she tries to think back on just where was, and how she ended up lying on the ground well into the night. She recalled that she was doing some late night racing before her and Shank- "Shank!" Vanellope tried to call out to her friend, but her voice only came out as a throaty stammer before she let out a few bad sounding coughs.

She snapped to her senses and recalled everything that happened that day, and she had to make sure that Shank was doing okay. With blurry vision, she looked around the scene in hopes of finding something, anything that could reassure her that everything was going to be okay. Vanellope squinted her big brown eyes as she peered through the fog of smoke and mace, and a few feet of to her left, she noticed Shank, but she was definitely worse for ware.

Shank lay face down the concrete, her arms lying on the ground by her head. Her legs and lower body were trapped underneath some really heavy looking car wreckage. Vanellope tried to shuffle closer to get a better look from her position on her back, but met some resistance. "Sweet mother of monkey milk, today is definitely not going as I planned" Vanellope's left arm was trapped between a wall and a monstrously oversized tire, much larger than any vehicle she's come across in Slaughter Race.

Trying to place where she saw that familiar tire, she began to snap more and more into reality, she looked about but wasn't able to see anyone else nearby from her position, but she knew that the rest of Shank's crew was also trapped in this aftermath. Trying to get up for a better look at the scene, she tried to use her right arm to steady herself and get up, but when she put a little weight on it, waves of pain shot up her arms and shoulder, and she let out a yelp in pain.

That pain was what finally made the ringing and blurriness dissipate as she remembered the urgency that she was truly in. Everyone in Shank's gang secretly planned a celebratory racing competition and party for Vanellope's first year anniversary of deciding to follow her heart and finding her place in Slaughter Race. Its just a shame that out of nowhere, horrible traps coated the area in explosions and fire, usually a commonplace in Slaughter Race but this time was definitely out of the ordinary.

It was a coordinated attack, and even though her and Shank were able to escape every last trap, they didn't expect a giant monster truck to get the literal jump on them as it flew out of a second story window at max speed, directly into the two. There wasn't even enough time to glitch out of the way before the carnage had struck. One thing Vanellope was able to see though, was that the driver of the vehicle was a black hooded cloak, obscuring everything except for long flowing hair that glinted in the headlights, and a large peppy grin.

At the noise of footsteps approaching her, Vanellope began to panic and using the wall as support, she climbed to her feet, her right arm falling to her side and beginning to numb, while she desperately tried to free her left hand. With both her arms out of commission, she could only watch as a dark shadow appeared in the smog and the hooded figure stepped into view, illuminated by the fiery embers of the cold night.

At first they stood there in silence, face to face, listening to the crackling of fire and the whistling of the cold breeze. The silence was broken by a vibrating noise coming from Vanellope's hoodie pocket, it was her Buzztube communicator. Unable to answer the call, which could only have been from Ralph, she sighed an anxious and angry sigh. "Alright, tell me who you are right now" Demanded Vanellope in as commanding and calm of a voice as she could muster, but sounded a little shaky.

The hooded figure laughed out a feminine small giggle before taking a deep breath and instead of answering, she began slowly approaching the wall that Vanellope was leaning on. With a triumphant and smug grin she stares into the smartie with her apricot colour eyes that seem to glow in the darkness of her shadowy cloak.

Vanellope readies herself for one car wreck of a battle, quite literally, and stares right back as she can feel her light blue code begin to rev up to engage the mysterious foe. What a fun way to celebrate her anniversary!

The enemy was underestimating her. She won't be the first, she won't be the last, but she will be wrong.

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Well you know what they say, the first step is always the hardest and boom just jumping right on in! So, how did I do? Did i bounce up high or did I pop like I ate too many pancakes again? Is anyone interested in hearing more of this story because if so, oh man are we in for a journey! This story is going to dip into the past of Litwak's arcade, and some familiar and unfamiliar faces are about to enter the scene! See ya guys around! Pancake out!