First things first: I don't own the rights to Wreck it Ralph, no matter how much I want to! Disney has that amazing privilege.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy it! :D This was inspired by a fanart I saw where Ralph and Vanellope are the same age. This story runs much like the original, but there are some big differences, e.g. Ralph's feelings for Vanellope. There are also some other things I'll be throwing in you wouldn't expect. . .like King Candy- oop! I'm keeping my mouth shut on that one.
Ralph slowly opened his eyes to see a sky full of stars.
Stars.
He didn't know how he knew that, but he just did.
Eager to see the world, the young boy leapt up in excitement! Now he could tell that he wasn't alone in space. Digging his toes in the grass beneath his feet, he chuckled at how good it felt. Running around, he began to look around at the woods surrounding him. It was beautiful.
This is home, he thought.
A river flowed just a few feet away. Speeding over, Ralph looked down into it, seeing his reflection. Cautiously, he dipped a toe in the water, creating ripples in its mirror like surface. A huge grin formed on his face.
Beginning to splash around, his feet kicked up tiny puddles, and his hands threw beads of moisture up into the air like confetti, landing refreshingly on his face.
Then Ralph realized something. Today is my birthday.
It's my birthday today!
Laughing with mirthful glee, he began looking around for someone to share this wonderful news with.
Ralph had to be about nine or ten, but right now he had the bare knowledge, and the eager excitement, of a toddler. Racing through the brush, he accidentally tripped and fell to the ground! Unfazed, the boy stood up, looking surprised at the large indentation his hand had made in the dirt.
Slowly, he lifted his hands into view, inspecting every detail curiously, from the fingers to the lines in his palms. Why are my hands so freakishly big? he wondered.
Shrugging it off, Ralph decided to take a look around. After a bit of exploring, he was tuckered out. I was just plugged in, after all! the little boy thought, curling up inside his stump to get a bit of sleep.
CRASH!
BOOM!
WHIRR!
"Wha? What's that?" he asked, surprised to see a giant yellow crane next to him. Before he could protest, the machine's hook attached itself to the stump he was sleeping in, promptly dumping him out! "Hey? What's the big idea?" Ralph groaned, still grumpy from lack of sleep and a bit shocked at the rudeness of whoever was working the crane.
Suddenly, realization ran through his veins. This was part of the game! Every day, this was what happened. His stump got moved so an apartment building could be put there.
Playing along with the code (and still a tad bit grumpy,) he lifted his fists without thinking. "I'M GONNA WRECK IT!" he exclaimed, rushing over to the skyscraper.
Unable to control it, the game took over as rage filled him. Smashing bricks and creaing rubble, the boy relentlessly scrapped the building with his gigantic fists. So that's what they're for, he thought sadly. For the first time, Ralph realized what he was doing there, and what his job was.
Lying in the mud as the Mini-Nicelanders scowled down at him, Ralph murmured remorsefully,
"I'm the Bad Guy."