The Microblue Wreck-It Ralph Trilogy consists of a prequel (this story), a sequel & an AU. That's past, present & future, hence the cover photo.

==Felix's POV==
Another game, another win. I'd be lying lf I said I don't enjoy the spotlight. However, I wish I could share said spotlight with someone. And that person is Ralph. No, I'm not talking about some lesser known Nicelander. Wreck-It Ralph, the villain of my game. And before you ask me lf I've lost all of my marbles, hear me out. Now, I know my friend here can be quite intimidating, such as when he's smashing windows & hurting people, but lt's not his fault. Really! It's just his role in the game. Villains are characters too'. Unfortunately, nobody shares my views. No, I'm not being pessimistic. Not me. I mean literally NOBODY. Not in the game, not in the Arcade. I am Ralph's only friend. Besides, what's a hero without his villain?

But anyway, you just want to see what happened, right? Well, things are looking good. I earned my nineteenth, I believe, gold medal for the day. Big Gene gives me a nice pat on the back. Everyone is congratulating me. Mary made me a cake. And my dynamite girlfriend gives me a smooch on the lips. But I know that eleven stories down, Ralph is looking up at me from his mud puddle. I think that's what differentiates me from the rest of the Nicelanders. I have the most guilt on my conscience. We go inside Gene's apartment & talk about the day we had now that Litwak's is closed. Did I mention that? I have my back up against the kitchen counter as I'm talking to the Mayor. He prefers, 'Big Gene', for whatever reason.

"We've raked in almost twenty quarters today.", he says, cheer blooming on his moustachioed face. "You never cease to amaze, my friend.".

I pass him another martini. I think he's addicted, just between us.

"It was nothing. I mean, where would I be without my trusty hammer?".

I spin lt around like a yo-yo.

"Ha, yeah. It wouldn't be the same. I can tell you that.".

I reach my arm behind me & grab some potatoes, dumping them into my back pocket. Two years & still nobody notices. But I'm not nervous. What can they say? Let Ralph starve? Speaking of which, do we even need food? We may never know. We certainly do get hungry though.

"Here you go, dear.", Mary passes me a nice cup of fruit punch.

Now that's what I'm talking about.

"Thank you, Mary.". "Cheers", I say, bumping drinks with Gene. "So, what's new in the Arcade?", I ask, taking a sip.
"I'm glad you asked. First off, I heard from Dance Dance Revollution that Stan is getting a new game.".

I hear, 'oo's, all around Gene's apartment.

"Which game?", I ask casually.
"It's called, 'Mario Bros.'. He's really excited about lt.".
"I can't wait to greet the new neighbors. When are they coming in?".
"In around three days.". "Next headline: the police are stepping up security. From now on, Surge is going to be stopping people at all gates,
not just the first one you come through.".

There are some moans & sounds of disapproval.

"I know, I know. We all hate lt.". "Lastly, a bit of really bad news.".
"Uh-oh", Don says.

Captain Don is Gene's personal advisor.

"It's not THAT bad. Don't worry. But ever since Tillman put in that new game, we've lost over 35% of our customers.".

Roy spits out his coffee. He is Gene's secretary.

"35%?!".
"Oh, no! Tillman is putting us out of buisness!", Deanna cries.

Gene puts a hand up to his forehead in that blocky Nicelander animation. I never understood why Ralph & I aren't animated that way.

"Would yous stop panicking? We're doing fine.", he assured.

Everyone calms down.

"And to prove lt to you, we're going to make over twenty five quarters tomorrow!".

Everyone cheers.

"Right, Felix?".
"No guarantees, but I think we can pull lt off.".
"Alright. Even Felix agrees.".

They cheer some more. I finish my fruit punch & set lt back down on the counter.

"I'm going to hit the hay, guys. See yous in the morning.".
"Felix, why don't you sleep in the Penthouse tonight? There's a nice room with a view, on the eleventh floor, with your name on lt.", he offers.

He asks me this question everyday. Who knew game characters could be repetitive? It's a tempting offer, I admit. But lf I live here, how can I help Ralph out? People would ask me questions whenever I leave. It would make things much harder. And so, I politely refuse.

"No thanks, Gene. I'm happy with my place.".
"Alright then. See ya tomorrow.".
"Good night, Felix.", everyone else says as I leave waving.

Sheesh. I pull on the top of my shirt. I feel like I was there for over an hour. And now I head over to Ralph's Dump. It's there that he sleeps on peices of the building he wrecked. Just imagine how bad I'd feel lf I did live in the Penthouse... I scramble up the pile of bricks to find Ralph turning to me. He was watching the sky again. He has nothing else to do.

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

I pull out the potatoes from my back pocket. There's some lint on them unfortunately. I pull lt off before he could notice.

"Potatoes? That's the best you could get me?", he says.

Then he sighs.

"Oh, well.".

He takes the food, eating lt with what would be considerred poor table manners lf he sat at a table, as we talked.

"Slow day, huh?", he asks.

To be honest, lt went by quickly for me. You know what they say: time flies... you get the idea. But the last thing I need is to rub my joy in his face some more. I already have everyday for that.

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

The ironic thing is that we probably wouldn't be so successful lf lt weren't for him. We probably shouldn't insult him. Bad karma. The awkward tension must be too' much, because he's getting up now.

"I'm going to head over to Tapper's.", he says. "Bring some cake next time.".

I worry about him. I know he's going there to drink. I can understand why, but lf he gets too' drunk, he might forget to come home. That could very well spell disaster for all of us. He invited me a few times, but alcohol & I do not mesh.

"Alright. See you around, Buddy.", I say, waving my hand to him as he goes for the Nice Rail.

As you can see, he's no bad guy on the inside. He could serve to learn some manners, I admit, but I know he appreciates my help. He must.