Nothing but a Corrupted File
Disclaimer: I do not own Wreck-it Ralph, Ralph Breaks the Internet, or Dragon Quest.
Chapter 1: Corrupted?
Every video game character had a backstory apart of their code. They had to, that's what makes them, well, them! We all know Calhoun's backstory. Ralph and Felix had their separate stories. Even the Sugar Rushians and the Nicelanders originated from different places! There was one character in particular nobody knew their origin.
That character was Vanellope von Schweetz.
That's right, the chibi little 9-year-old everyone knew and loved! Not even she herself knew her backstory! She left unanswered questions for everyone to ponder!
That was going to change.
Ralph, Felix, Calhoun and the racers all followed Sour Bill into the code room. They had a mission: find out Vanellope's story. The sour ball didn't care to find out, but the family was dying to know the truth because they felt as if the vanilla racer was hiding something from them, which wasn't the case! His jelly bean hands punched in the infamous Konami code. The huge vault door opened, revealing countless webs of code spread far and wide. The crew, except Sour Bill, had their mouths agape.
"I never knew this part of Sugar Rush existed!" Jubileena said with her mouth still hanging.
"That's too bad, because I'll have to wipe all your memories once we're finished here," the sire replied with his dreading voice.
"What?" his entourage said with anxiety now in their tone.
"Nothing." Sour Bill sighed with (unclear) frustration, for they failed to pick up his "sense of humor." "Ralph, you stay behind."
"What?! Why me?" the wrecker said. "I wanna see the kid's backstory too!"
"Ah, you won't miss much," Taffyta "assured" him. "It's probably just the same as ours: born and raised in a daycare center and someday magically wind up in this heck of a place!"
"I'll have to disagree with you, ma'am," Sour Bill cut in. "Vanellope in a special character. All game leaders have very significant backstories.
"It's like she can be the chosen one!" Minty chimed in.
"…which is what makes her special, because she's the most important and affects everyone!" Candlehead said ever so proudly, ignoring all the "no duh" looks she was receiving, due to the fact Sour Bill pretty much established that.
Ralph eventually tied the long licorice rope onto each of the bodies of the characters to keep them close. With Sour Bill in front, the family held hands and swam through the darkness. It didn't take them long to find Vanellope's code box, which was, to their surprise, still located in the center of everything. Other than the pixelated cobwebs it was developing due to her not being in the game in over two months, everything looked pretty normal.
Wait, something isn't right. "Hmm?" Sour Bill let out a hum, audible to the other characters who had dumbfounded looks. He swam up to one particular wire, obliviously pulling the rest of the crew with him. He observed that one of her wires were looser than the others. The crew swam to the sight that was causing the wire to be limp. Once they arrived, it appeared to be a box with 14 other wires connected, labeled "MEMORY DATA."
"Hey Bill, what this for?" Felix asked.
"This is where all our background data is kept," Sour Bill responded, ignoring the less formal name. "That means we can access internal data in this box. Without the internal data, we can't access the backstories." He continued to make an attempt at the wire dilemma. The wire then started flickering, which took him aback. The wires aren't supposed to do that! Unless… He swam to the top of the box, discovering that Vanellope's wire was on the verge of disconnecting! No wonder she hasn't been able to remember her backstory!
"Did you find the issue, soldier?" Calhoun spoke, interrupting his train of thought.
"Yes. Vanellope's wire isn't quite connected to the Memory box, which is making her not remember her origin," the sour ball explained while they swam back to the center of the room. "The last time we tried to access her memory file, it was corrupted. This might be the cause." He double tapped Vanellope's personal Memory Data box, and a big red "CORRUPTED!" sign flashed in front of them, further proving his point. "All we have to do is get her wire back into the memory box by simply pushing it back in. If one of you could just-"
"I'LL DO IT!" the 14 racers cried in unison. They all made a beeline for the general memory box, racing to be the first.
"No! Wait!" the couple cried, but it was too late. They had all surrounded the box, grabbing a hold of a part of the president's wire.
"On the count of three!" Snowanna said.
"One!"
"Two!"
"THREE!" applying equal force, the racers jammed the wire in, sending a mild shock into their bodies. The operation was still successful; the wire was connected to the box, flicker-free and stronger than ever. They high fived each other before they saw an object flash white in the corner of their eye. The children reunited with the adults to see what was happening. Vanellope's memory box continued to blink until it emitted "magic sparkles," and then abruptly stopped, only increasing the groups curiosity.
"… does this mean it worked?" Felix hesitantly asked. The racers shrugged.
"Only one way to find out." Sour Bill double tapped the memory box once more, and this time, a single document looking file replaced the flashy corrupted sign.
"It worked!" the children cried, making the adults cringe. The sire took a copy of the document file, and materialized into a high-definition packet which was almost about the length of a dictionary.
"Kid must've had one interesting backstory," Calhoun thought aloud. Sour Bill closed everything out, and the group made their way out back to Ralph, who was patiently waiting for news.
"Anything?" he asked. The sour ball handed him the large packet, and cracked the tiniest smile.
The group – except Sour Bill – headed to the penthouse in Fix-it Felix, Jr. They gathered around Felix, who was about to narrate to whole thing. The suspense was killing them!
"Before I begin," Felix spoke, "do you guys have any questions?"
"Can you start reading the backstory?!" Ralph, Calhoun and the racers cried in unison, making Felix jump.
"Alright, alright. Back in Tokyo, Japan, 1986…"