Hey everyone! Due to me being careless, I neglected to read a certain part of the rules that stated me not being allowed to post chat-room based fics. So, I've taken the liberty of rewriting the story in a non-rule violating way. Don't worry, I'll keep it mysterious, I just don't want to violate any rules. So, without further ado, the better, improved version!

It was just a regular day at Game Central Station. It was a Sunday, meaning that the arcade was closed and the inhabitants of it's machines were free to enjoy a day of leisure and relaxation. Of course, as usual, the villain of the arcade's most popular game, Fix-It Felix Jr, was left to roam the crowded station by himself. Everyone just about knew his name, and it was hard not to. He had, after all been around for a little over thirty years. Not to mention having saved the arcade; twice. Yes, it was none other than Wreck-It Ralph. Being nine feet tall, with fists bigger than a good majority of the smaller characters he knew, it was impossible to mistake him for anyone else. As Ralph drifted amidst the crowd of bustling video game idols, he couldn't help but feel strangely out of place. It seemed as if everyone else was accompanied by some manner of friend, companion, or partner. Ralph himself would have had Vanellope by his side, but she was busy with her 'Presidential Duties'. Ralph couldn't help but smile at the thought of her sitting at a big desk, wearing a pink suit. But the thought was soon dissolved in deeper, more intellectual thoughts. One being why he had never thought to find a companion before hand. The answer, as obvious as eternity was long, simply being that someone of his stature had only been just recently accepted into society as a human being and just monsters out to harm the citizens of the arcade. But still, before even there were at least some people who liked bad-guys. Zangeif, a Bad-Anon member as well as a frequenter of Tapper's, had been going out from some girl on the NES for six years now. Maybe it was time he find someone like that. With his job and everything else on top, he had never had much time to himself. But with Vanellope slowly taking her job more seriously, he found that he had more free-time than usual. He had never considered going into a relationship before, and any thoughts that said otherwise had been promptly dismissed. After all, who could even consider loving someone like him? His hair was messy, his breath smelled like a mixture of burnt cabbages and dead animal, and he wasn't exactly the most lovable person, but despite his previous thoughts, it now seemed like it would be a good idea to possibly find a life partner.

Ralph sat down on a bench, consumed in his thoughts. Questions burned in his skull. Some with answers, others too puzzling to comprehend. He rubbed his eyes wearily and looked around for something to possibly distract his busy and throbbing mind. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something strange. A girl, one of which he could certainly say he had never seen before, seemed to be wandering around in a fit of confusion. Out of the thirty years he had been at the arcade, he had never seen her before. He sooner could tell you how the machines and consoles that inhabited the arcade worked than tell of her name. But it didn't matter what her name was. From one glance, a mere look over, it was more than enough to say his face was red. Ralph couldn't help but stare, but his trance was soon broken by her own realization of her admirer. Ralph quickly hid his face in order to conceal his now crimson face.

"Please don't notice me. Please don't notice me!"

Ralph pleaded to himself. It was one thing for him to be caught staring. It was other thing for him to be caught staring, and having to explain it with a face redder than his overalls. Too late. The girl was already next to him. Ralph jumped, frightened by her strangely immediate appearance.

"Excuse me mister?"

Ralph uncovered his face, knowing that she already knew, and acknowledged his existence.

"Um...yeah?"

"Could'ja tell me the day?"

"Erm...Sunday?"

The girl shook her head solemnly.

"No, no. The day of the month."

"The...sixth?"

The girl nodded, and turned her attention to her feet. Her attention quickly diverted to the shiny tan floors. Ralph followed her notion, trying to find what was so interesting about the gleaming tiled floor. After a while, he lost interest and simply decided to ask her himself.

"So, what're you looking at?"

The girl looked up.

"I'm sorry. I just...don't recognize this person. She shows up everywhere I look!"

Ralph raised an eyebrow. What did she mean 'Don't recognize'? It was her own reflection! Ralph, in an act of sympathy, placed his arm over her shoulder.

"You okay, kid?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you're questioning your own reflection."

The girl felt her face, as if checking to see if this was true. She looked at him confused. It was then, as if by merely looking into her misty grey eyes, Ralph realized what was going on.

"Oh no, let me guess. You don't know who you are?"

"How did you know?"

"Well, I've seen a lot in these thirty years. Amnesia is normal."

Ralph couldn't believe what he was saying. Since when was amnesia a common thing? Now, he was just saying things. Still, he found it strange he had guessed correctly.

"What's your-"

Ralph stopped. The girl cocked her head slightly.

"You know what? I'll just call you..."

"Kim?"

Out of everything, he found her sudden outburst strange.

"Is that your-"

"Yep!"

How did one forget their own face, but remember their name?

"You're one strange kid, you know that, right?"

The girl, now officially deemed as Kim, shrugged. It apparently was normal in her eyes. Ralph couldn't help but turn red. Her freckled face all bunched up like it was made her seem strangely attractive. Not that she always wasn't. Why did it always seem like when someone was thinking of possibly falling in love, some random girl came out, and everything turned into a fairy tale?! But it seemed impossible to do otherwise. Her short dirty-blonde hair, her freckles that seemed to be placed on her face perfectly, and her simple personality. It seemed all too familiar, but he couldn't tell why. He didn't care either.

"Um...sir? Are you okay?"

Ralph blinked for a moment.

"Excuse me?"

"You're face. It just went all...weird."

Ralph nodded.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

He stood up, and held out a hand. He smiled warmly at his newest friend.

"Meanwhile, you are not."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, we'll find someone who knows you."