I've made the tempting decision to work on two stories in one day for the first time. That's right: the first chapter of The Wreckoning & the sixth chapter of BeelZeBub Arcade. I've also decided to do the same tomorrow, with Wreck-It Ralph 2: Risk Addiction & The Wreckoning. Yous have earned lt, what with all of yousr reviews, favorites, follows & PM's. So enjoy the first chapter of the Wreck-It Ralph prequel. Read my stories.

It's 1983. The place: Litwak's Arcade, right off of Route 80. The place, more specifically, is Fix-It Felix Jr., an arcade game which is the long awaited sequel to Fix-It Felix. The city is known as Niceland & lt is home to many different characters. Among those is Wreck-It Ralph, the villain of the game. He is being tossed off of the Penthouse by the Nicelanders, into a puddle of mud. Two years already the game has been plugged in & this is getting old. Felix always gets a medal & cake & sleeps in the Penthouse. But Ralph gets to sleep in the dump. Their game is the most popular in the Arcade, so you would think Ralph would be treated more respectfully. But he's not the type of character to complain.
Afterall, he wrecks their building every game & tosses their mayor out the window. Still, he has no choice in the matter. It's his job.

The only character who does respect him, ironically, is his nemesis & the titular hero of the game. However, Felix always chooses the Nicelanders over Ralph when lt comes down to lt. The person who hates him most is Mayor Gene. That's understandable. He gets tossed out of a window everyday & has his Penthouse wrecked as well. As for the rest of the Nicelanders, well, they follow his lead. It's not even that they're mean to him. It's worse. They ignore him. They run away from him. They shun him. Even after the game ends, he's still the villain. He can be more than just how he was programmed to be.

==Ralph's POV==

As I land in the mud for the 19'th time today (& yes, I counted), I hear the bell go off & a flood of relief hits me. Closing time. The physical torture is done with for the day. Now for the mental... I look up & I see Felix. Mary made a cake for him, again. Big Gene is patting him on the back. The other Nicelanders are cheering him on. He just closes his eyes & gives a cheeky smile, while spinning his hammer around in his hand.
Next thing I know, Rithielle is striding over to give him a big kiss. I get none of these things. I'm already brushing the mud off of my broken overalls at this point. Man, I don't even get shoes. This sure is the life. But hey, lt's not all that bad. I walk over to my dump, where I have my pillow stump & blanket bricks. Who needs a penthouse when you have this spectacular view of the stars? I stay like this for awhile.
And then someone approaches my dump. Boy, does that sound weird? And then someone approaches my junkyard. That's better. It's Felix.

"Hey, Ralph. I got you some leftovers from the kitchen.".

For two years I've been living off of scraps that Felix brings me. I'm not sure I even need food, but I do get hungry.

"Thanks", I say, taking the food.

...Stop right there. I'm making myself look good. Here's what I really said:

"Potatoes? That's the best you could get me? [Sigh]. Oh, well.", I say, taking the food.

I help myself as I converse with him.

"Slow day, huh?", I say.

There's not a whole lot to talk about in-game, so the Arcade is usually the topic for us Nicelanders. Or so I think. I've never actually talked to any of the others. They typically run away in fear.

"Yep", he says. "How about that last kid? I didn't think he had lt in him to win.".
"It only took him ten quarters.", I say sarcastically.

I swear, lf I didn't at least have Felix looking after me, I'd go live in another game. I'd be the first nomad in the Arcade. Though I can't help but wonder: what would happen to my game without me? It'd be unplayable. Everyone would stop playing. I heard that games that don't get played get unplugged. That's bad news. That's what apparently happened to the Pong paddles. People got tired of such simple gameplay. The old games had to go to make way for advanced cabinets like this one. But one thing that will never change is characters' views on villains.

"I'm going to head over to Tapper's.", I say. "Bring some cake next time.".
"Alright. See you around, buddy.".

He's the only one who calls me that. And truthfully, lt is nice to hear. But I don't let on anything. I have my dignity. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not sad. I'm not going to Tapper's to drown out my sorrow or anything of that sort. I'm comfortable where I am. It's not that bad.
I just like to go out & have some fun. Felix doesn't come. He's too' much of a goody two-shoes to drink. I have no idea how that guy manages to get past all of the Nicelanders & feed me, without them knowing. Or why. Gee, I've never done anything for him. I can't say I really desserve lt. I guess he's just that good of a guy. Now THAT'S a Nicelander. I'll make lt up to him one of these days. Somehow.

At this point, I'm already at Game Central Station. Surge Protector stops me, as he always has.

"Name".
"After two years, you'd think you'd remember by now.", I say, annoyed.
"My job requires me to go through the checklist.".
"How did you even get this job? You're a hologram.".
"I joined the Arcade City PD back in '81, actually, only a few weeks before your game was plugged in.".
"What game are you from? And why are you a hologram?".
"You're asking a lot of questions, sir.", he says in suspicion.
"Well, lf you're going to stop me four times a day, you at least owe me some facts.".
"Very well. I'm not from a game. Nor am I a character.".
"So, how did you get here?", I ask.
"I was created here in Game Central Station. How, by who & why, I couldn't tell you. I wish I knew myself. But since I have no game, I dedicated myself to protecting them. Now, could you let me do my job, sir?", he says, waiting to get lt over with, so that he can teleport to wherever the Hell that guy goes whenever he's not pesterring people (me).

I don't see him stop anyone else.

"Okay. Wreck-It Ralph, Fix-It Felix Jr., no & Tapper.", I rush through the protocol I've memorized over the years. "Did I miss a step?".
"Just one. Do you have anything to declare?", he asks regrettingly, because this is usually the part where someone makes a snide remark.
"Is this even necessary?", I ask, because of how absurd this procedure is.
"I don't make the rules. Alright, proceed.".
"Could you at least not stop me when I pass through to Tapper?".
"I would very much like to, but my job does not permit lt.".

I let out a frustrated sigh. I can't really hate the guy. He's just doing his job, not unlike me. I progress to the Tapper gate. Here we go again.

"Name".

Short chapter, but for a good reason. For the first time (that must be the third time I've said that), I'm going to be taking suggestions. That's right. YOU, no, not you, the guy next to you, YEAH, YOU. You get to vote on who's POV the next chapter will be. You can vote as a review or as a PM. Doesn't matter. I guess I'd rather lt as a review though. It can only be a Nicelander or Surge Protector right now, as none of the other games have come out yet. I'm experimenting with POV's for this story; leaving my comfort zone & enterring another. The title is a play on, 'Hunter: The Reckoning', one of the best videogames ever made. Fun fact: I randomized the year (1983) on Random . org.