Summary: Rhonda is the bad guy of Fix-It Felicia Jr. She wants to prove that she can be a hero, but nobody believes she can do it. Through the friendship of Vancent Von Schweetz, a glitchy character in the game of Sugar Rush, she learns what it really takes to be a hero.
A/N: Heyo, everybody! Time for chapter two! Yay! I'm glad people like this story, so I decided to update as soon as possible! Less then a day! I'm so proud of myself!
Wreck-It, Rhonda
Chapter Two
The Annaversery
Rhonda ran through the eight-bit maize of Pac-Girl, attempting to catch up with her other associates. However, something quickly caught her eyes. She ran back through the maize and picked up two cherries. Rhonda then realized that the train would be departing any minute to Game Central Station, so she didn't waste any more time.
Rhonda quickly hopped onto the end of the train. The short journey to Game Central Station consisted of many electrical sparks. Rhonda let out a couple of sighs, the cherries still clutched to her giant hands.
As the train stopped, everyone heard a mechanical female voice boom over the platform, "Welcome to Game Central Station! Trains for all game destinations now aborting!"
The heavy handed female giant stepped out of the train and slowly walked out of Pac-Girl's platform. However, as she was trying to get through the portal to Game Central Station, she was stopped by a Surge Protector. Rhonda never really liked these silly little spiky blue women with electrical clipboards, "Step aside, random security check."
"Ugh, you always stop me!" Rhonda groaned.
"I'm just a Surge Protector doing my job, Miss." The Surge Protector retorted, "Name?"
"TRON!" Rhonda angrily exclaimed; she would never admit it, but outside of her game, she had a pretty bad temper. It was in her code to have a bad temper.
"Name?" The Surge Protector added much more sarcasm then her last sentence.
"Ugh, Wreck-It Rhonda!" Rhonda just wanted to get this security check over with; the Surge Protector had stopped her so many times that it was ridiculous; she should of known Rhonda's name by now.
"What game did you come from?"
"Er, Pac-Girl?" Rhonda groaned.
"You didn't bring any fruit with you?"
Rhonda gritted her teeth; she sneaked the cherries behind her back, hoping the Surge Protector wouldn't notice, "Nope, no fruit."
"Anything else to declare?"
"I hate you."
"I get that a lot, proceed."
Rhonda was finally allowed to walk through the portal. She shook her head and began to slowly trod about Game Central Station. She chomped one of her cherries she had took from Pac-Girl. The heavy-handed giant tried to ignore all the glares and frightened stares she was given.
"Bad guy coming!" Somebody panicked. Many people cleared Rhonda's path; well, there was some good in that. She didn't have to scream at people to get them to move out of the way for her.
On the digital billboard, Sonica's whole body appeared, "Remember, if you leave your game, stay safe, stay alert, and whatever you do, don't die, because if you die outside your own game, you don't regenerate; game over."
Rhonda finally arrived to Fix-It Felicia Jr, her home. It always had been for the past thirty years. She sighed, about to walk through the portal until something caught her eyes; Q*Bobbi and the rest of her game companions sadly sat by the outside of the Fix-It Felicia Jr. game. A cardboard sign said, 'Game unplugged; please help.'
Rhonda felt sympathy run through her veins; her face softened. She placed her last cherry in front of Q*Bobbi, "It's fresh...straight from Pac-Girl. Hang on you guys! I'm sure somebody will let you into their game eventually!" She smiled before running into the portal of her game. Well, she tried too.
"Name?" The Surge Protector asked once again, stopping Rhonda's path.
"UGH!"
Rhonda rode the tiny little tram back to Fix-It Felicia Jr. She pushed her over-sized body out of the kart and onto the small platform of the game. She sighed, and made her way towards the rubbish heap full of broken bricks and shards of glass; that was where she called home.
She had actually gotten used to it now, so it wasn't that uncomfortable for her. She spread a couple of bricks over her body, acting as a blanket. However, as she attempted to close her eyes, fireworks were being displayed.
"Huh, what?" Rhonda muttered. She opened her eyes. There, bursting with colors, were fireworks. Fireworks for a very special occasion. The thirtieth anniversary of Fix-It Felicia Jr. A flash of many different colors exploded into the sky once again, and Felicia's face appeared in firework form. Rhonda was speechless They hadn't even invited her, "They're having a party without me!"
What was even worse was that Pac-Girl was there, easily noticeable through the window, "Pac-Girl?! They invited Pac-Girl?! That cherry-chasing dot muncher isn't even a part of this game!"
Rhonda was burning in anger; she knew exactly what she had to do, even if that meant bursting into their party, uninvited.
Meanwhile, up on the highest floor of Niceland, the disco for the thirtieth anniversary of Fix-It Felicia Jr was lit up with bright, appealing colors. Many happy Nicelanders were happily eight-bit dancing up and down.
Fix-It Felicia cheerfully walked her way around the disco, happily smiling at everyone in her path, "Oh, save a dance for me, Felicia!" One Nicelander smiled.
"Al, be! Will do!" She giggled in her southern accent merrily gave a wide smile, before being dragged onto the dance floor. All the Nicelanders began to dance, hinting that Felicia should do the same, "Well, alright! What dance shall we do?"
"The Fix-It Felicia dance!" The Nicelanders shouted enthusiastically. Felicia responded to that by doing various movements that she performed in game. The other Nicelanders danced along with her.
"Fix-It Felicia! Fix-It Felicia!" They chanted as they danced along, happily mimicking the moves of their fellow repair woman.
The doorbell suddenly rang. Felicia giggled once again, "Ah, I bet that's Maria! Fashionably late, per the norm!"
"I'll get it! Doo, be doo be doo, be doo!" Niceland's mayor, Genesse, muttered happily on her way towards the entrance to the disco room. Nothing could annoy her today, nothing. She quickly opened the door, only to be greeted by a most horrific surprise, "It's Wreck-It Rhonda!" She screamed, slamming the door shut on Rhonda.
"She'll wreck the party!" One Nicelander shouted in fright, along with the other screaming Nicelanders.
"Felicia! You've got to get rid of her! She'll wreck everything!" Genesse said in a huff; she wasn't prepared to have Rhonda ruin the party.
Felicia hesitated; she was too nice to do a thing like that, even if Rhonda was the bad guy of her game, "OK...I'll go, talk to her..." She gritted her teeth nervously, before opening the double doors. Rhonda was still there, attempting to fake a smile at Felicia. Felicia slowly shut the doors behind her, "Um...hello Rhonda; how may I help you?"
"Oh, hey Felicia. Look, I just wanted to come up and check on you that's all. I kinda heard this big explosion coming out of the building earlier and wanted to see if you were alright." Rhonda lied; she didn't want to tell Felicia why she was really there."
"Oh...I wasn't really in danger...and, that really wasn't any explosion...you see, it was fireworks..." Felicia didn't want to upset Rhonda at the fact that the wrecker wasn't invited to the party, but Felicia knew anyway that Rhonda knew all about it.
"Oh...fireworks, huh? They can only be used for something special going on. So, what's going on up here?" Rhonda asked; neither one of the girls were that much of good liars.
"Um...you see, it's our game's thirtieth anniversary today and we plan to have many fireworks be produced and used today..."
"Oh man, is that today?" Rhonda pretended to be surprised; she knew very well that that day was the thirtieth anniversary of her game, "Boy, am I such an idiot, huh? Not even on track of my own holidays. Well, happy anniversary Felicia!"
"And to you too, Rhonda." Felicia responded in a polite manner. The girls looked at one another awkwardly for a little while, Felicia and Rhonda occasionally sighing.
"So, if it's our thirtieth anniversary, mind if I come in? I don't really want to cause you any trouble or anything..." Rhonda spoke up after a minute.
Felicia couldn't say no to that. What was good of being a good guy if she couldn't invite someone in for a party? "Um...well there's cake I think you'd enjoy..."
"Oh, brilliant!" Rhonda clapped her over-sized hands together, "So, let's just open this door and step through it!" She was rather happy of her accomplishment; she was finally inside the penthouse, finally taking part in Niceland's holidays, "Heyo, everybody!" She enthusiastically stated in the nicest way she could.
All the guests gasped. Rhonda, who wasn't paying attention, lifted her back up a little too high, bringing half of the ceiling down in the process. Felicia felt the ceiling crumble down onto her head. She died, much like she did in the game whenever Rhonda's wrecking had killed her in the game or when the flying birds crashed into her.
The Nicelanders all gasped once again. However, Felicia re-spawned back into action, "I'm OK, I'm OK, really." She reassured everyone else. The Nicelanders sighed with relief, "Now, you all know Rhonda."
"Hi." Rhonda muttered, a little quieter then last time. However, much to her distress, her massive weight caused the glass stairs to shatter into a million pieces. The Nicelanders gasped, like they hadn't done much that night, "Ah yes, Sam, Tina, Zach, Phoebe, Maurice and Big Genesse." She attempted to say some of the Nicelanders names with as much enthusiasm as she could.
"Why is she here?" Genesse, arms crossed, was certainly far from amused.
"Um...Rhonda won't be here for long; she's just here to have a peep at the cake. Don't worry. I'll fix any damage she does." Felicia whispered, making sure Rhonda wouldn't hear anything.
"Right..." Genesse muttered under her breath, "I'm still not so sure if she'll be an interference."
Rhonda ignored the many glares guests were giving her and instead, headed towards the cake that one of the Nicelanders had made. Felicia, Genesse and the rest of the Nicelanders followed along in fear.
"Wow, you've really outdone yourself, Maurice." Felicia congratulated her fellow Nicelander, Maurice, who had baked and decorated the cake. It was identical to Niceland.
Maurice smiled back at him, before facing the guests, "Every apartment is everyone's favorite flavor. No-one's is vanilla."
Rhonda looked at the top of the cake; mini icing sculptures of Felicia and the Nicelanders were placed at the top of the cake. Rhonda groaned, wondering where she was on the cake. However, that thought only lasted a couple of seconds, as she took a glanced at an icing sculpture of her, at the bottom of the cake, standing in the mud, holding a very angry expression.
"Hm...Maurice? What's the flavor of that mud I seem to be standing in?" Rhonda asked in the most politest way possible.
"Hm, oh, chocolate." Maurice attempted to not show any fear of being spoken too by Rhonda.
"Well, I've never really been a big fan of chocolate. And, you did say everyone's house was their favorite flavor."
"Hm, well, I did not know that."
"And, er, one other thing, I think this guy would be much happier if we put up the top of the cake." Rhonda took the icing sculpture of her and placed it on top of the cake, "See, she's got a nice big smile now. And, to make room, we just put this little guy down there." She picked up the Felicia sculpture and put it in the chocolate mud.
The Nicelanders gasped; Genesse crossed her arms, "No, Felicia needs to be at the top of the cake because she's the good guy. You, on the other hand...well, there's no room for you on the cake. That's why you're at the bottom!"
"Well, maybe if we take this nice, shiny medal from Felicia and give it to Rhonda for once, huh? Then will there be room for me on top of the cake, huh?" Rhonda was beginning to loose her temper.
"No, we won't do that! Felicia gets her medal because she's done a good job fixing the damage that you wreck! That's why Felicia gets the medal! Because she is the good guy to the rest of us, unlike you!"
"How about we just eat the cake?" Felicia asked nervously; she didn't want any of this commotion going on.
Rhonda retorted, ignoring Felicia, "If I won a medal, would I finally be allowed on top of the cake? Would I finally be allowed up there with the rest of you guys!"
If you won a medal, we'd let you live up here in the penthouse. But it will never, ever happen. You're just the bad guy who wrecks the building!" Genesse snapped.
"No, I'm not!" Rhonda gritted her teeth angrily, clutching her fists together.
"Yes, you are!" Genesse replied, her arms still crossed.
"NO, I'M NOT!" Rhonda couldn't take it anymore; she had to let out her anger on something that wasn't a party guest; she would of liked to crush Genesse to a pip, but she couldn't. Not in front of everyone here. She crushed the next thing that was bothering her; the cake.
"My cake..." Maurice cried, holding his hands over the mini icing sculptures, the only evidence left of the cake. Felicia touched his shoulders, comforting him.
Cake was all over the walls and all over all the Nicelanders, preferably Genesse, "Yes. You. Are." She shook her head.
"Oh, just you guys wait!" Rhonda faked a smirk, "I am going to get the most shiniest, coolest medal you have ever seen, that'll make Felicia's medals whip their pants! Thank you for the wonderful party ladies and gentlemen and have a good night!" Rhonda stepped out of the disco room, breaking the stairs on her way again.
"Do you think she's serious?" Asked one of the Nicelanders.
"Come on, of course she's not serious." Genesse rolled her eyes; there was no possibility that Rhonda could ever win a medal.
A/N: Next chapter introduces Hero's Duty. Well, I'm only planning on writing the fight scene when Moppet Girl plays it. Well, she'll be Moppet Boy in this fanfic. I also wanted to give her a name, just so you know in advance; Zoe for a girl, Zach for a boy. It's average, but it's a cool name.
Also, what did we think of this chapter? I totally enjoyed writing it. I'm finding it really fun to make a fanfiction adaption of the film, not to mention changing the scripts and the movie plot. (Well, the plot hasn't changed that much so far - but it will later on.)