Hello, lovelies! New chapter time! I hope you enjoy this, because I sure enjoyed writing it. Thanks again for all the follows, favs, and comments! They make my world go round, they really do. Man, I really need to go see Wreck- It Ralph again...

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And Now...

Chapter Numero Seis

In Sugar Rush, about the time Ralph ran from Fix- It Felix Jr.

Vanellope slinked into her room, after a long day of racing. The gamers had loved her new grown-up appearance and had chosen her for nearly every race and she was beat. Her room was ordinary one for a Sugar Rush resident, since she wasn't into all the princessy stuff even though she did live in a castle. It was bright green, cluttered with candy furniture and had one massive sponge cake that served as her bed. She was heading to that glorious bed now, fully intending on taking a power nap before sneaking past Sour Bill to meet Ralph and the gang at Tappers. But when she saw that brightly rapped package on her bed, she just had to open it first. She was way to curious to wait for Ralph.

She sat down on her bed and brought the box onto her lap, tearing off the sparkly blue rapping. She dug her nail into the side of the lid and popped it open. Inside, a jack in the box waited.

Strange gift, Vanellope thought, Who would send me this?

Nevertheless, she pulled the toy out, tossed away the box, and began to crank the lever on the side. A soft, playful tune filtered out, gaining speed the closer it got to popping open. She pushed it a little ways away and tried to prepare herself so she wouldn't jump.

That's when everything went wrong. The town clown head, something that was suspiciously close to the image of King Candy with lots of tiny sharp teeth, was ejected from the box. But it didn't go out then in again like a regular toy. I sprung forward, toward her, and it's teeth clamped down on her hand.

She screamed, and yelled "Sweet mother of monkey milk!", flinging it across the room. She heard the pounding of feet and her door burst open, Ralph and Sour Bill suddenly there.

"Ralph?" she asked, gingerly cradling her bleed hand. Her mind was a bit cloudy. "What are you doing here?"

"We came to warn you about the package." Ralph explained. He kneeled beside the bed. "We were in the throne room when we heard you scream. Are you okay?"

She started to nod but when then she looked down at her hand. "Ah, butt monkeys."

"Vanellope... Your hand." The bite was small but it was bleeding profusely. The skin around it was tinted a sickly green.

Sour Bill picked up the jack in the box. "This is the work of-" he didn't finish the sentence because of Vanellope, but Ralph got the idea. He pulled the head back and looked closely at the teeth. "Some type of liquid in it. We'll have to find out what it is."

"Sour Bill," Ralph said. "Can you have some one go get Felix?"

"Surely." He grouched.

"I don't need Felix, Ralph. I'm fine!"

"I don't care what you say, I'm having him take a look at you. This could be serious." He looked over at Sour Bill. "Get somebody to find him. Fast."

Sour Bill sped out the into the hall.

"Serious?" Vanellope looked incredulous. "It's just somebody's strange idea of a joke."

Ralph gripped his hair. "This was not a prank, Vanellope."

The young woman looked at him strangely, then crossed her arms. "Alright... What's got your nickers in a twist this time?"

"Other than the fact you got attacked by a killer jack in the box?" He shook his head. "You've got enough on your plate right now, kid."

"Is that some kinda fat joke? I'm an adult now, strinkbrain."

"And yet you still call me stinkbrain."

Vanellope opened her mouth, no doubt to spout her own fiery retort, when Felix charged in.

Ralph looked toward him. "Well, that was fast."

"Ralph! What's the problem? One of the doughnuts-" his jaw dropped. "Oh my Landa..."

Vanellope waved with her good hand. "Hi, Felix!"

"Well, look at you!" Felix walked toward her with a spring in his step, troubles forgotten in an instant. "You're a full-fledged lady!"

Her cheeks pink, she stared pointedly at Ralph. "At least somebody realizes this."

There seemed to be more to her words than she was letting on, he realized, but he didn't know what. He felt his neck grow hot. "That's not- Can we not discuss this right now? Felix, I called you here because Vanellope is hurt."

Felix's smile faded. "Hurt?"

"I'm fine, Felix." The princess pouted, looking away from both of the men. "It just a small bite."

Ralph snorted and nodded toward her hand. Felix gasped when he saw it.

"Dear heavens-" Felix exclaimed. Her hand looked considerably worse than it had a few moments ago, the veins clear seen through her pale skin and the green color had spread up to her wrist. "Oh, this doesn't look good, Vanellope."

"See!" Ralph flung his arms into the air.

Felix took out his hammer. "I should probably fix it."

Ralph noticed Vanellope's unhurt hand curl into a fist and prepared for the worst. He was surprised.

"Will it hurt?" She looked at Felix with pitiful, big hazel eyes and his heart melted. He felt more affection for her now than he thought he could ever feel. Though she was an adult now, he saw her as even more vulnerable than when she was a child with a glitching problem and he was all the more protective of her. And, right now, her eyes were filled with fear even as she tried desperately hard to hide it. It was more than he could stand.

"It'll be alright, princess." He brushed the hair away from her face affectionately. "It won't hurt."

He felt a little better when he heard her murmur, "President."

The handy man hefted his hammer. "Can I see your hand, kiddo?"

Vanellope tried to smile, but it was pained. She stuck out her hand. Felix took it, tapping it lightly with his golden hammer, and she winced. Nothing happened. The bite was still there, unhealed.

"What's going on, Felix?" Ralph asked, uneasy.

"I... I don't know." Felix replied, just as nervous.

"Maybe, if you say your catch phrase?" Vanellope suggested jokingly.

Felix shrugged and exclaimed, "I can fix it!" hitting her injury harder this time. Vanellope recoiled.

"Ouch!"

"Felix!" Ralph glared down at his partner.

"It wasn't my fault!" Felix stared accusingly at the tool in his hands. "This con-sarnit hammer isn't working!" Then he covered his mouth. "Oh, excuse me! I don't know where that came from."

Ralph rolled his eyes, he took the hammer out of Felix's hands. "Why won't this stupid thing work?"

"I don't know." He admitted. He looked at Vanellope apologetically. "I'm sorry, I may have to get it looked at before I can fix you."

The 'villains' eyes grew dark. "But we need to fix her now!"

Vanellope placed her small hand on his arm. "Ralph, it's okay!"

"No, it's not! He's gotta be able to..." he looked down at her and his word trailed off. She titled her head to the side.

"It's okay." She repeated. Vanellope could be incredibly annoying and loved to get under his skin, but she knew when to he needed to calm down. And she just happened to be one of the best ones at soothing him. "Let's go find Sour Bill. I'm sure he knows someone who can Felix's hammer. Then we can go meet Calhoun-"

As if he'd heard his name, Sour Bill came into the room and Vanellope stopped talking.

He approached them, stated in an exceptionally dull voice, "It's seems we may have a small problem."

Well this was a long chapter. I'm open for ideas about the next chapter, since I'm a little stuck. I have no idea when it'll be posted because I might not have internet tomorrow. Tomorrow's my last day of school! Finally! That should give me a bit more time to write! We'll I hope you enjoyed this! And let me know if you have any ideas for the side effects of Vanellope's bite! Comments are adored!