Okay, here's another fluff-shot for you. The idea popped into my head last night and I've been overcome with the urge to write it. Shall we read on?

Characters: Ralph and Vanellope

From: Wreck-It Ralph

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.

~T~

It was Saturday Night at the arcade, the work hours long after done and all the game characters were either hanging around game-central station or hanging out in one another's games for a while before returning to their own. In one particular game, Vanellope Von Schweetz was standing before her friend, Wreck-It Ralph, who was sitting in a chair, rubbing his temples.

"Tell me again… what happened?" Ralph asked with a heavy sigh.

"Well… Rancis and Candlehead and I were sledding down Snow-Cone Peak, when suddenly we lost control of our toboggans and shot up a ramp and landed in a Gummi-Worm farm, then swerved through the roads and into my castle, having a few worms clinging onto our sleds or wrapped around our heads obscuring our view, and before you know it the castle is a mess and full of worms!" Vanellope said in one breath, then breathed in and asked in a sweet-tone, "So I was wondering if I could spend the night with you until it was cleaned."

Ralph sighed. Her story sounded crazy- but knowing the little glitch for a while now, he knew she could get into any kind of trouble. "What about the rest of your friends? Didn't you ask if you could stay with one of them?"

Vanellope shook her head. "Nope. You were the only one who came to mind. I'd ask Rancis, but he's having a boys-only night at his place; I couldn't ask Candlehead because she's mad because her Graham-Cracker sled busted and won't talk to me; and Taffyta and I aren't really good friends. …Besides, I've never gotten to spend the night in another game before!"

"I don't know, I don't really have anywhere you can-"

"Please, Ralph? You're my best friend! I promise I won't cause any trouble! Please please please please?" As she said this, the little glitch had her eyes widen and stuck out her lower lip- the epic sad puppy-dog pout… and no one could resist such a face (except Lieutenant Calhoun, that is).

Ralph rubbed his face, letting out a groan. "Alright… but just for tonight. And when you get back to Sugar Rush, no more snow-cone boarding!"

"YAY! Thank you!" Vanellope exclaimed, despite Ralph had grounded her from one of her favorite activities (though, she'd do it anyway). She glitched with excitement, ending up on the back of the couch, on a table, and on Ralph's shoulder, where the wrecker grabbed her by the back of her jacket and placed her on the ground, making her hold still… but to no avail. "I'll go get my stuff!"

With that, she zipped out.

Ralph shook his head. "This is going to be one long night," he muttered.

~T~

Vanellope returned with a bag full of movies, snacks, and games. "What do you want to do first? Play 'Clue'? Watch 'Invasion of the Code Snatchers'? Oh! How about if we see who can eat the most milkduds without barfing!" she said, hyperactively.

"How about we just watch a movie, and not try to make a mess?" Ralph suggested, not exactly in the mood for games (which is ironic, considering he lives in one).

"Lets watch this one!" Vanellope whipped out a movie, titled 'Attack of the Mutant Malt-Balls', and popped it in. She then sat on the couch, surrounded with snacks. "C'mon, Ralph! It's starting!"

Ralph sat down, watching the movie. Halfway through, he started to fall asleep- the effects were cheesy, the creatures looking like Malt-Balls with extra eyes drawn on their heads with frosting, and their teeth looking like candy-corn, chasing after Sugar Rush characters in circles around the camera. He yawned, drifting off…

"LOOK OUT, IT'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

"Whoa!" Ralph shouted, jolting awake, and looked at Vanellope, who seemed highly engrossed in the movie. "Jeez, kid, calm down! It's just a movie! It doesn't even LOOK real!"

"It's more about the story than the special effects," Vanellope said matter-of-factly. "Ooh, look! A cream-puff is about to get her filling sucked out!"

Ralph sighed, face-palming. This was a mistake… he thought.

Once the movie had ended, they played 'Clue'… Vanellope winning 3 games out of five. "Colonel Marshmallow, in the fungeon, with the birthday-candle!" she announced.

Ralph sighed, looking at his cards. "Right again," he said. "Why don't we turn in, now?"

"Are you kidding! The night is still young! C'mon, lets have that milkdud eating contest!"

"No offense, Vanellope… but I'm not really into milkduds. I don't like chocolate, remember?"

Vanellope paused. "Oh. Right. …What should we do, then?"

Ralph opened his mouth to reply.

"OTHER than go to sleep, Ralph!"

He closed it, thinking. He looked at the games and movies Vanellope had brought over, realizing how none of them had any connection to the hyperactive, wild child she normally was (unless you counted some of the horror movies). "No offense, kid, but aren't some of these things a bit lame for your tastes?"

"What, are you saying I'm not cool?!"

"No, it's just… you're more into driving like a maniac, pulling pranks, and other things that drive people insane."

"And your point?"

"What's with all the boardgames and old movies?"

Vanellope looked down at her things. "Well, I just thought about trying something new- and you did say you didn't want me to make a mess."

"Yeah… but if you have something else in mind, we can do it- unless it's illegal."

Vanellope rubbed her chin. "Anything?"

"Sure… as long as it doesn't get us in trouble." He then paused. "Why are you grinning like that?"

"C'mon, Ralph!" Vanellope then glitched out the door.

"Whoa! Wait up! I said nothing illegal, got it?!"

~T~

"This is NOT legal."

"Oh, hush, it's just a prank."

"We're going to get into trouble!"

"That's part of the fun… shh! Here she comes!"

Taffyta walked over to her house, opening the door… then shrieked as a large Gummi-Worm slithered out, and she ran off screaming for help. Vanellope hit the ground, laughing, rolling around. "You know that wasn't very nice, right?" Ralph scolded.

"Hey, she put a War-Head in my car last week! Those things are psychotic!"

Ralph shook his head. "Alright, lets just go…"

"Not so fast! There's another thing we can do!"

Ralph groaned. "NOW what…?"

~T~

"AAAAUUGH!"

"WHEEEEEEEEEE!"

The two friends were now shooting down a mountain of Neapolitan ice-cream on a sled crafted from two strawberry wafers and a hershey-bar, swerving this way and that, and rushing into and around a waffle-cone tunnel, and dodging marshmallow Christmas trees. "Suddenly, playing boardgames doesn't sound so lame!" Ralph stammered.

"Hang on, Ralph! Here comes the fun part!" Vanellope exclaimed.

"Fun part? …GAH!" Ralph looked on, seeing a large fudgecicle ramp. "Hit the brakes!"

"Sleds don't have brakes!"

The wrecker did what any adult would do- covered his eyes and began making peace with his maker. The sled zipped up the ramp and through the air, and he screamed, while Vanellope shouted with glee, "AAAAIIIEEEE/WOO-HOOOOO!"

*Splut!*

They then landed in a giant banana-cream pie. Ralph popped up first. "I'M ALIVE!" he cried with relief.

Vanellope popped up next. "Lets do that again!" she exclaimed, earning a glare from Ralph.

~T~

It was midnight by the time Vanellope began to feel tired, as she rode on Ralph's shoulders outside the Sonic game- having covered Dr. Robotniks evil lair with frosting, which made Ralph a bit tense about seeing him at the next Bad Guys Anonymous meeting. "I think it's time we got home," he told her, hearing her yawn.

"No, no, lets go to Mario Brothers and scare Princess Peach, or we can go to Paper-Boy and see if he wants to race bikes through that obstacle course, or play against the Ping-Pongs in a… death match…" The glitch was saying, her voice trailing off as she yawned once more.

Ralph rolled his eyes- there was no end to Vanellope's twisted yet fun-filled imagination. He walked back into Fix-It Felix, Jr. and sat down on the small little train as it rolled down the tracks, Vanellope mumbling something about sneaking a deviled-dog into Street Fighter or something like that, bringing up any idea to keep herself awake.

They reached Ralph's new apartment and he walked in, deciding to let her lie in his bed while he took the couch. He covered her up and quietly began to leave…

"MUTANT MALT-BALLS!" Vanellope gasped, jolting awake, then blinked. "Wow, you were right, Ralph… even in nightmares, those things look crummy."

Ralph shook his head for the umpteenth time that night. "Alright, time for bed. I'll be on the couch…" he said, beginning to leave the room.

"Hold it, will you do one more thing?"

So close… the wrecker thought, mentally moaning. "What now?"

Vanellope rushed past him, reached into her bag, and pulled out a book titled, 'Pac-Man on Koopa Beach'. "Can you read me a story?"

"You're 9 years old… aren't you a little old for bedtime stories?"

"Don't you know anything about kids? It helps calm us down and get to sleep quicker… unless you want me to stay up the rest of the night."

Ralph rubbed his face- Vanellope's threats always got to him. "Alright, just one chapter," he muttered.

Vanellope grinned and lied down in bed, handing Ralph the book. I can't believe I'm doing this… he thought.

"What are you waiting for, stinkbrain? Are we gonna read or not?"

"(Wish I could say 'or not…') Fine, here we go…" Ralph opened the book, beginning to read. "'One day in Game Central Station, Pac-Man wandered along, deciding to take a vacation that weekend. He looked all over, wondering where he should go, and decided to head to Mario World, since it had several locations to choose from. He walked into the world, seeing different tunnels that lead to different places. 'I think I'll try the Beach first,' he thought, believing there couldn't be anything harmful about a simple day at the beach. But once he got there, he ran into a bunch of Koopas…"

He paused, turning to Vanellope. "Don't you think this sounds more like something for a little ki-" he began to ask, but paused.

Vanellope had fallen asleep!

I guess reading little-kids books is enough to put anyone to sleep, he figured, then closed the book, preparing to leave… but before he got the chance, Vanellope rolled over and snuggled against him, holding his abdomen. He tried to move away, but she wouldn't let go; he tried lightly pushing her, but she stayed on; he then tried prying her off, but she snapped back, only cuddling closer.

The wrecker sighed, then lied down, giving in. As he did so, she relaxed, a small smile forming on her face. So she was faking! he thought… but considering how happy she was, and how desperate he was for some sleep, he decided not to 'wake' her with any criticism. He relaxed, folding one arm around her while folding the other behind his head, drifting to sleep.

Perhaps letting her spend the night wasn't that bad… though he promised he would never go snow-cone boarding ever again.

~T~

And there you go- a longer chapter with a fluffy ending. Like always, I'm open to suggestions.