Disclaimer: "Wreck-It Ralph" and all characters related to the movie belong to The Walt Disney Company, and/or their respective gaming companies. Wreck-It Ralph was created by Rich Moore, Phil Johnston, and Jim Reardon. Level Up! and any characters not associated in their own respective franchise belong to Berserkeroo. All rights reserved.
(A/N: Sorry for the late update. I've been busy with a job — one that I recently quit might I add — so I'll try try to update more frequently. Calhoun isn't stalking me anymore so I think it's safe to update. A quote from another Disney film has been referenced in here. Let's see if you guys can guess.)
The soft hums of the cream-coated, royal race car reverberates across the tawny halls of Game Central Station. The owner of the Crémeux D'lite had her daughter sitting in the passenger's seat. Clearly the young princess wasn't amused about their excursion to the Mario gate. She rolls down the window and rests near the open window. "Vanellope, don't rest too close to the window. You'll ruin your hairstyle," Confection says as she enters the game. Vanellope slouches in her seat with disinterest. "And don't slouch... Vanellope, you have to make a good impression on the princesses of the other games," she informs before parking the car.
Vanellope groans with great contempt towards the impending boredom; and the increase in her nightmares haven't been improving her mood either. "Mom this is going to be so boring. Can't you go on without me, and I just hang out with Sarg or something? She's a girl... and way more fun than these frou-frou princesses," she mutters the latter under her breathe. Her mother swats her in the arch of her back with a paper fan. "Watch your mouth. This is good training for when I finally give you the crown. You have to be a good diplomat towards the other games otherwise Sugar Rush will have to suffer for your lack of leadership. Now come on," she shuffles in her wine colored shoes.
The two enter into the massive castle in the Mushroom Kingdom. The refectory was already bustling with hushed conversations between the monarchs. "Mom, we're late," she whispers as they make their way to their reserved seats. "A princess is never late — everyone else is just early," her mother reminds her with smile. Vanellope quirks her brow at the odd statement, but took it as her mother's version of saying: don't to worry about it and enjoy the event. She sighed at any hope for being entertained at the luncheon, but she would do her best to be polite and try for the sake of her game.
Peach took a silver spoon and tapped a crystal glass to gather the attention of all the females within the room. After doing so, she clears her throat to address her guests. "Now that the last of us has arrive, I welcome you all to the Mushroom Kingdom. Since we have a few newcomers to our luncheon, how about we start with introduction. I'm Princess Peach Toadstool," she introduces before passing the introductions to the remaining princesses.
After introductions were made, the hostess of the event rang a small bell — calling in several Toads with silver trays in hand. "Well, at least there's good food in it for me," Vanellope thought before sparing a glance to her mother, who seemed more interested in the conversation with Rosalina. Deep down, she knew her mother was keeping an eye on her; she always had eyes in the back of her head. She flinched at a bad memory before she sat up straight and held her hands in her lap. She groaned internally as she looked at the multitude of forks, spoons, and knives on the table. This was going to be hard.
Vanellope gently places the fork down onto her napkin once she finishes her portion of food. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed that Daisy seemed just as bored as she was. Out of mild curiosity she decided to strike up a conversation with the other princess who seemed to share in her suffering. "You seem bored Daisy. Not enjoying the luncheon?" she asks. "It's not the luncheon that's boring me, it's that it's usually the same thing whenever we meet. Let's talk about boys. Let's talk about feelings. Is there anything wrong with your game? Is there anything I can do to help?" Vanellope was shocked to hear that someone was having similar thoughts on the matter of the luncheon so she continued to listen in, "Some of our games aren't the standard mod save the princess story. Our franchise has branched out to things like basketball, tennis, soccer, racing..." This immediately struck the black haired princess's attention. "Racing?! Didn't know another game that had princesses that can race." Daisy chuckled at her astonishment. "If you haven't noticed, I'm not like most princesses." The sugar racer nodded in agreement. "Duly noted."
Daisy nudged her in the rib. "Your dating Wreck-It Ralph right?" she asked. "Uhm, yeah. Why?" the saccharine princess asks. "No reason in particular. It's just that Peach might want to talk to you later so I thought I'd tell you in advance." Just to be sate her curiosity, she glances towards her hostess. This seemed to make the mushroom princess quite happy since she seemed like she had something important to say to her. Vanellope glances back at Daisy with a intrigued expression. "Any clue as to what she has to stay to me?" The flower princess simply shrugged before glancing to her best friend. "Your guess is as good as mine. I think it might have something to do with Bowser and Ralph — after all — they are good friends."
"They are? He never told me that, but then again, I try to stay out of things when it comes to Bad-Anon. He takes it seriously." Daisy taps her chin in contemplation before coming to her own conclusion. "Sounds reasonable. I don't really get it, but then again, I'm not dating an antagonist. Not that there's anything wrong with dating a bad guy that is," she rushed to make amends to any harm that could have been dealt. Vanellope waves her apology off, though it did bring up the memory of the conversation that she and Ralph shared on their date.
She didn't realize that she was spacing out for as long enough to capture concern from her new associate. A lithe gloved hand snapped in front of her face, drawing her attention back into reality. "What?" she asks as she looks her way. "You were zoning out. Are you okay?" the flower princess asks. "I'm fine, but I'm a little concerned about Ralph though. He's still got a few issues that he can't get over with the whole bad guy thing. Even though he's the sweetest guy I've ever met." Daisy cocks her head to the side in bemusement. She didn't feel all that useful considering her boyfriend was a protagonist who was comfortable in his skin, well, despite him being immensely cowardly at times.
Confection eases out of her conversation with Rosalia and Elika to address her daughter. She may not have married a villain, but she knew many things when it came to love. Silently she wished she would have stayed a bit longer on her little espionage mission, but what's in the past is in the past. "He sounds a bit like Candy in a way. He was never secure with himself until I had to give him a good push," she says before sipping on some of the water in her glass. "You make it sound so easy though mom," Vanellope replies.
"Love is complicated in that way; sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's not so easy..." Peach said from her seat a few people to the left. "Bowser and I went through the same thing. Things will get better in their own unique way. Take a look at us now, we sparked right after we had a huge misunderstanding," she titters behind her hand. "You guys sparked and you didn't tell me!" Daisy huffed at her best friend. "I was so happy that I forgot to mention it to you, and I didn't want my relationship to overshadow Mario and Pauline's party." Everyone at the table gave a round of applause at the recent development of the mushroom princess. "I have Wreck-It Ralph to thank for that Vanellope. He calmed Bowser down so that I could rationally talk with him. I baked a cake as a way of saying thanks, so will you please give it to him?" Peach asks.
Vanellope looks baffled at whatever role Ralph could play as a love counselor, but she does reply that she will give it to him the next time she sees him. "Well how do I help him get over it?" she asks; after all, she was the only woman who seemed to know more about her predicament than anyone else present. Peach takes a sip of water since she needed it for her tale:
Bowser let out a furious roar as he hurtles out of the Mushroom Kingdom castle and towards the exit of the game. His beloved princess rests her hand against the glass as she watches him leave. Tears stain the corner of her eyes before a gloved hand holds onto her lifeless hand. Mario, now fully clothed, offers the most apologetic look that he could muster at the consequences of the misunderstanding. "Don't worry Mario, it's not your fault," she smiles towards the short man. "But he's awful angry at us now. You were just giving me new clothes and now he'll rip my head off during opening hours," he panics in his thick accent. "If I know one thing about Bowser, it's that he's not a naturally violent character. He just needs to cool his head off," she replies.
The Italian hero shakes his head at this. "I don't think waiting is a good idea. It's not a matter of him making assumptions, he saw us together, so he's going to think the worst and think that you went back to default," he replies with a sad look at the princess. Peach sighs at the truth behind his words. So long as she remains in a relationship with Bowser without sparking, he's going to assume that she's going into default, but little did he know, the party that was being held today was for Mario and his old flame Pauline. It was a engagement party to celebrate their spark. The spark left him immune to falling victim to his programmed feelings, but unfortunately, not her. "Then what do you suppose I do?" she asks.
Mario folds his arms as he glances off to the side. Pondering what would be the best course of action for dealing with the enraged king. "I think you need to show him how much you care for him. You better hurry before the Surge Protector gets him first. Daisy can handle it while you're away," the plumber said with his trademark smile. "Thanks Mario you really are a true friend." She hikes up her dress and rushes off to GCS.
Peach goes about the vast station in search of the large Koopa, but comes up empty handed. She spots Ralph making a mad dash from his game's gate. "Excuse me, Ralph!" she calls him over. He jogs over to her with a look of urgency on his face, but he could never bring himself to be rude to a woman. "You're good friends with Bowser. Do you know where I can find him?" she asks in hope that he would know where he is. "He's probably at Bad-Anon right now, which started about a few minutes ago," he says. "Oh," she replied while looking down at the ground. Ralph ponders talking to her about it, but he was running late for his weekly meeting.
After a moment of forethought, she decided to take a seat outside the gate to PacMan. Hopefully she can catch him in a better mood. Before long, loud tromping steps could be heard coming from the tunnel. Bowser runs out of the tunnel with a panicked look on his face. "Where is she? Where is she?!" he thought before he felt a soft form hugging him by the arm. A blush managed to break through his tough scales. "Peach I-" a gloved finger presses against his muzzle.
"Let me speak first," she says with a soft voice. Bowser gulped down his nervousness. He feared the worst after his accusatory outburst. This was it. She was going to leave him. "I love you Bowser," the princess says with a smile. The king gawks at her with surprise. How could she after what he just did? She opens her mouth to continue. "I know I haven't been the best girlfriend when it comes to defending you in public, but I'm not going to let it happen while I'm around anymore. You've done everything to keep me safe; even denying how much you care for me just because I was afraid of what my subjects would think about me dating a bad guy. You're not a bad guy — far from it to be exact — and you deserve someone who is willing to stand by you through the brunt of your troubles," she wrapped her arm onto his massive padded stomach; not being able to hold him entirely, but enough to spread her warmth.
Bowser was in immense shock after her confession. His massive, scaly arms encircled around the fair princess, but the happy moment wasn't to last for long. A Propeller Shy Guy flutters over to the blissful pair. The red minion scowls at the couple as they glance over at the intruder of their intimate moment. "I don't want to sound rude, but can I help you?" the large Koopa asked with a quirked crimson brow. "No, but I'm want to help you out boss. I've already ordered some of the other Shy Guys to come escort you back to your castle. We need to prepare for the game play tomorrow," the small antagonist states. "Is that it? The arcade just closed two hours ago. We have all night to prepare. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a party to help set up."
The Shy Guy shook his head in disapproval. "You're going to regret toying with that princess boss! She'll turn on you faster than a player can clear a level with a star." The blond princess half turns to the disrespectful minion. Bowser looked like he wanted to cause his Game Over in the middle of GCS, which wouldn't do. She took in a breath and stepped in before he could do anything that he might regret. "Under what pretenses do you make your accusation?"
"Under what pretenses? That plumber follows you like a puppy. You've hit default a long time ago Peach, and some of the Shy Guys and Koopas aren't happy about you distracting the Big Guy. He won more often when he wasn't obsessed with you, and now he gets thrown into a lava pit at least six times a day! You're making a mockery of the bad guys in our game, and our representative is acting like a love struck fool!" Peach taps her finger to her chin as she contemplates on her choice of words. "Your words are far from the truth. For one, why would I tug around two male characters? That's not fit behavior for a well-established princess character, and that would put our game to shame. And two, Mario sparked with Pauline months ago and we've planning an engagement party today. Even if it's possible for a character to go into default while their programmed love interest sparked with another, why would he encourage bad behavior when he's found his perfectly coded match?" The unknown facts shut the small bad guy up without much effort. She stepped a few paces forward to look down at the embarrassed bad guy.
"It's a hard thing to accept, just like how my citizens aren't too keen on my relationship with Bowser, but you don't have to worry about me interfering with him or toying with his emotions. I'm sure he'll manage to still be the 'Great Demon King' that you have all come to respect him as. We aren't enemies after hours so lets all try to work together to make our game better for the players and the arcade." The Shy Guy remained silent until the sounds of the Sky Guys came from above.
Bowser glances up at the small minions as they dangle from their balloons. "Change of plans. I'm going to a friend's engagement party. Tell the Koopalings to handle preparations, and have Ludwig come up with something nasty for tomorrow; he has the right 'touch'," the large king said with a dismissive glance. The Sky Guys looked at each other, but decided against irritating him; they all knew how bad his temper could be.
With the mild annoyances out of the way, the couple walk towards the castle, but on their way — the most peculiar thing happened. A bright cinder emitted from above. The two of them glance above their heads to find hearts of fire blazing. He nudges Peach a bit to gain her attention from the embers. "Did we just..." Peach chuckled at the blush creeping up on his face. "It seems the game of Mario will be having two engagement parties to host. Lets just wait to announce it so that we don't steal Mario and Pauline's thunder."
Princess Peach sits up with a straight back, but her glance was directed towards the Sugar Rush princess. Her eyes seemed to grow extremely serious. "I admit this in confidence that this stays between us princesses... Bowser's suspicions weren't wrong at one point. During the early summer I went through a few default bursts, and fell into my programming," gasps went around the table with shocked expressions. "Fortunately nothing happened, and I've avoided Mario for most of the summer. That is, until he sparked with Pauline. After that, I didn't have to worry."
Quite a few princesses nodded their heads in understanding. "It's hard staying in a relationship when you have a programmed love interest," Zelda responds with understanding. Vanellope cocks her head to the side in confusion. "What's it like?" she asks. Peach, and most of the other princesses stare at her in surprise. "What?" In the pit of her gut, she could feel that this wasn't an appropriate question, but her curiosity outweighed her genteel teachings... and the chewing out that she would receive from her mother later. Okay, maybe not the latter, but it's too late to take the question back now.
To her luck, Peach didn't seem to mind answering it, and the others — whom she guessed have had issues with going into default — didn't show any signs of being upset at her bluntness. "It's like your first day of being plugged in. You follow your programming to a T. The only difference is that you're in love, and it's not in your programming to love someone else. You cannot stop your thoughts or your actions. It can happen at anytime. Faster if you're close to your programmed love interest, and slower if you aren't. And it will never leave you... It will nag you until you've either succumbed to your programming, or that you spark with the one you love." The statement sent a chill down the black haired princess's spine. Something that permanent exists? "Thank mod I don't have a programmed love interest. This thing sounds terrifying, and it will never leave until an alternative is met!"
Peach seemed to sense her thoughts and turned the subject back onto a lighter note; advice for the couple that helped her spark. "Until your relationship has hit a few bumps in the road, you won't know how badly you want to retain and cherish what you two have built. No one like hardships in a relationship, but once you get through them together the results will be well worth it Miss von Schweetz," she responds with her usually sweet voice.
Vanellope silently thanks her for the change of subject. She mulls over the advice given to her, and notices that it sounds remotely familiar. "Come what come may..." She didn't show her disinterest at being regurgitated the same advice, but it did benefit her all the same. A feeling of understanding the more complex emotions that came with her upgrade washed over her.
In the aftermath of her contemplation, she realizes that Daisy was chatting away with Peach on the engagement party and wedding for the bride-to-be. To the flower princess's surprise, Peach was more intent on having Wreck-It Ralph and Vanellope as assistance to the affair. "Wait, what?!" she thought with a quirked black-licorice eyebrow. Her eyes went to her mother, whom was staring right back at her. She seemed to get the message without being told. An excellent political opportunity to make another ally for their game.
Daisy was more than happy to share the limelight so long as she remained the captain of the preparations; with Peach giving her approval every step of the way of course. Curiosity flooded through the room as ideas and suggestions went out to help their hostess plan the event. Although she would never bring herself to admit it, she enjoyed being a part of the planning; it almost seemed... fun. "I think I've been here a bit too long. I miss Sarg and Candlehead..." A thought just struck her. "I might want to run some of these ideas with Candlehead. She's great with planning parties."
A snide remark snapped her attention to the end of the table. Daisy was going back and forth with princess Eclair. The basis of the argument was encircled around the wardrobe of the affair. Daisy was advocating that the event should be casual with a few decorations colored by the color scheme that Peach stated that she wanted. Vanellope silently agreed with her about not over exaggerating the party, but the Waffle princess wasn't having any of it. Shokora tired to ease the fight between her friend and Daisy, but she was quickly silence by the bickering pair. To be quite honest, Vanellope thought the quarrel seemed natural between the two princesses; like it's happened on more than one occasion. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Peach pinching the bridge of her nose, and before she could think about it, a pastry barely missed her face.
Daisy gritted her teeth at the action and took the pie that was on her plate and hurled it towards the peach haired princess. Eclair evades the pie, but to the shock of everyone at the table, it hit Zelda in her left cheek. Everyone gasps at Zelda's eyes transcended from sapphire to ruby. Vanellope unconsciously shifted over to where her mom was as the Hyrule princess slowly stands to her feet as she scrapes off the crusts and pie filling. "This is not going to end pretty." Food was being flung everywhere!
Peach sighs since she knew something on this caliber was going to happen when having Daisy and Eclair in the same room. To the disdain of Queen Confection, she didn't want this to be her daughter's first thought of what princesses do at these kind of social gatherings. With a sigh she decides to maintain some kind of order so that they can get back to some form of civility. She ducks a strudel before scolding her daughter from partaking into something so lowbrow. "Oy vey, you're all princesses for crust's sake! Show some composure." And just like that, a cupcake nails her in the back of the head. "Oh that's it! It is so on! I'll show you not to mess with a York girl!" she growls with her accent coming into play. "Huh, so mom can cut loose once in awhile," Vanellope chuckles from her place beneath the table.
A lavender hard candy trailed behind the slightly larger sour candy as he explains the layout of the building of the Sugar Rush castle. For the most part she seemed to pay attention until something else caught her eyes; two massive white doors. "Hey uncle, where does that lead to?" she asks with keen interest. Sour Bill glances at the entryway to the throne room for a while. He thought of his earlier conversation with the king.
The sour candy taps at his sore face as he recovers from his daily thrashing from trying to awaken his princess from her night terrors. This had to stop, and he knew that he couldn't withhold the information, even if he promised her that he would. His face couldn't take much more beatings and he couldn't afford a glucose transplant if he allowed it to continue. He snaps out of his pondering to find himself in front of his leader and closest friend. His woeful face was an oddity to the older racer. "Sour Bill, what happened?" he asks with concern.
With a sigh he relays the information he's gathered about Vanellope's increase in nightmares as of late. The sugary king's eyes grew wide in horror at the news. "How long has this been going on for?" King Candy asks as he looks out of his window to find his wife's car had just left their game. "A little over a week. Did something happen to her Your Majesty?" Sour Bill asks out of concern. The man couldn't think of anything that could cause the nightmares except for one thing. "This happened the night we came from the beach. Oh pocky stick!" he curses.
"What are we going to do?" For the first time, in a long time, King Candy didn't know how to handle solving a problem relating to his own daughter. "I... I don't know..." he said in desolation.
Sour Bill shook his head as he focuses on his niece. "Those lead to the throne room Sweetie Jill. The king is very... occupied at the moment so I don't think a tour in there would be a wise decision for the day," he replies in his usual dead voice. Before Sweetie Jill could bring forth another question, the sounds of laughter and agitation could be heard coming down the halls of the castle. It was the queen and princess.
King Candy walks out of the door as soon as he could hear his family return from their gathering. "Oh my! What happened to you two?" he gasps as he notices the current state of their apparel. Vanellope was snickering at her mother's appearance. "Let's just say I lost my temper," Confection says in a much smoother tone. "Mom's inner Yorker came out to play!" Candy casts a scolding look towards his wife's behavior. "What? They started it," she replied as icing dripped from her hair. "I can see why mom likes going to these events. They're fun."
Candy glances over to Sour Bill and his guest. "Sour Bill, we need to relay some information to Coni. Do you mind postponing your tour?" he asks. "I can't just leave her by herself sir," Sour Bill replies. "I'm not a little girl anymore!" she replies with a groan. "It's not that you're a child, I just don't trust you to behave."
Vanellope offers to keep an eye on the girl, but Sour Bill emphasises that the idea would make him worry more. Two troublemakers are not a good combination. Out of mild curiosity she decides to ask the girl a question that's been bothering her since she's seen the girl. "Are you two related?" Sweetie Jill scoffs in disgust towards the princess. "Just because we're hard candies doesn't mean we're related Ms. President. Do you think that all hard candies look the same? I find that quite racially offensive!" she snorts with a turned up lip. "What? Whoa, whoa, calm down. Sheesh, I'm sorry. I just assumed..." her apology was cut off by a burst of laughter. "I'm just teasing ya. Ol' grumble puss is my uncle."
Sour Bill looks towards Candy with an 'I told you so' look. "Sweetie Jill, don't mess with the president. It's rude and she's your ruler," he states. "That's funny. I don't see any numbers on her," she replies as she pokes the monarch by her stockings. Vanellope chuckles at the silly joke. "Sweetie Jill's the name, and teasing is my game," the lavender candy extends her hand out to the president.
Vanellope spits in her hand before extending it. "Vanellope von Schweetz," she offers with a daring glint in her eyes. Sweetie Jill spits in her hand and shakes her hand with the racer. "I like her already uncle." Sour Bill massages his temples while grumbling under his breath. He decided to let go of the matter and let the girls get acquainted while he went into the throne room for the equally discontent couple.
"Hope you don't mind me getting cleaned off first. Pineapple filling is not comfortable," she replies. "Not at all Vanellope. Uncle Sour Bill is supposed to be letting me stay here while my parents are on vacation in Bubbylon. I'm not going anywhere for a while."
Sour Bill closes the door as he enters the throne room. The royal couple was conversing about the current state of the queen, and why her hair was as littered with treats as their daughter's hair. She gives a sheepish smile to her husband as she goes into depth of the events that occurred during the luncheon. "It was kind of fun not acting like royalty twenty-four-seven. I think it made some of a little closer in a way," Confection notes as she remembers her tag team assault with Hilde on Kairi. "Well isn't that nice sweetums."
"Yeah. It makes me miss some of my friends back in York to be honest. I might want to make a trip out there on the weekend. I miss some of my non-political friends." The king nods in understanding, but he knew he had to tell her of the recent information pertaining to Vanellope. Deep down he didn't want to, but he knew that she would be more furious if she left her daughter alone while she was having a problem that needed to be addressed. He took in a deep breath. "Coni, Vanellope has been having nightmares ever since we have returned from the beach. I think that prophecy is to bugging her. I'm worried," he says as he looks her way.
Confection's eyes snapped at the two males in the room. "How long have you known this Candy!" she hoists him by his collar. She may love the man, but hiding information about Vanellope was a big no-no in their relationship. "Easy Coni, I just found out not that long ago. You were already gone to the luncheon and I didn't want you to make a scene if I told you," he glances at her appearance. "If I knew this would have happened, I guess it couldn't have been any worse." The black haired woman growls towards his comment but chose to ignore it for now.
Sour Bill bows towards his queen. "My sincerest of apologies Your Highness. I thought it would have stopped and she made me promise to keep it a secret, but I just can't do it anymore. The president can't keep going on like this, and whatever is going on in that dream is getting worse as the days go by," he says in concern. "What are we going to do?" The pair paces about the room in contemplation, until the grey haired man snaps up with a solution. "I have no choice, but we need to keep her Sugar Rush for a while; at least until we can come up with a way to get rid of these dreams."
If Confection knew one thing about her daughter, it was that she was not going to take this decision down with grace. "You know she isn't going to be cooperative with this. She's going to want a reason, and the last thing we need is a war going on in this castle," she replies with growing pang. "We'll just have to lie and say that we need her help with a few documents. If she ever cared about anything without question, it's her game."
In the grand bedroom of the west wing, Vanellope towel dries the moisture from her milk bath. True to her word, her new acquaintance waited patiently for the girl to get into more casual attire. "Nice digs prez!" she compliments. "Eh, these aren't anything special. Just something to wear when I hang out with my friends. You should come with me. I'm sure you'll like Ralph," she says with a grin. "Is he your boyfriend?" Sweetie Jill teases. "Yup. That loveable son of a gun is mine. We are planning on going to this MMORPG called Rift in Game Oriental Station. Afterwards, we are going to go into Epic Mickey to meet up with a few more of our friends," she ticks off. "You guys sure know how to live."
Before the conversation could continue, a knock comes from the door, revealing Queen Confection. She gives the all clear, for her husband to enter the room. She glances towards her parents with curiosity. "What's the occasion?" she chuckles as she laces her boots. Her mother rolls her eyes with fondness. "No occasion, just needed to talk to you about something." A black eyebrow rises at the spur of the moment conversation. "Okay. Fire away." Candy glances down at the lavender candy girl, then back at his daughter. "Vanny, we need you to stay in the game for a while." Vanellope jumps back in confusion. "Why? I'm going to be late again."
"You're going to be more than late. You aren't going. We need you here for a few days," Confection says. "What? Days! What did I do? Mom that isn't fair!" she protests. "You didn't do anything. We don't want to have to go through the entire arcade just to hunt you down. Invite your girlfriends over when you're not working," Vanellope groans. "I can't. They'll be spending their time with their boyfriends," she mutters. "Vanellope von Schweetz, you have a responsibility to your game and we need you here for awhile. I've put my foot down on this. End of discussion," Candy says as he turns to leave. The president growls with folded arms as she watches her parents' retreating backsides. For once she wished that her undying loyalty to her game had an off button.
Vanellope takes out a sheet of baking parchment, and scrawls out a quick note to her lover. She wraps a green ribbon around the paper, and calls for one of the royal messengers to deliver the note to Wreck-It Ralph in Fix-It Felix Jr: Extended. "And don't forget Peach's cake."
On the other side of GCS, Ralph was just exiting his home. Before he could even exit his game, he spots a familiar female form. Tendrils of blond hair from behind a mask waft gently in the wind. The woman in her skintight outfit, smokes her pipe casually, as if she were in thought. She waits nearby the game gate, almost as if she were waiting for someone. "Doronjo? What is she doing here?" he ponders. Just as if she heard him call out to her, she lifts her head with a friendly smile. Just the villain she was waiting for.
"There you are! I've been looking for you. I was just about to give up," the dark clothed villainess replies with a casual grin on her crimson lips. The wrecker scratches the back of his neck at her sudden appearance. What could she want with him? "How may I help you Doronjo?" he asks in a friendly manner. "Can't a girl just come to talk with her counselor?" she says with false indignation. "Knowing you? Nope. What do you want?" The blond snickers at his openness. "Seems you can read me like a book. I just needed someone strong to help me move some of the gold in my game. I gave Boyacky and Tonzura the day off, and now I have no one to help me move all that heavy gold to my vault."
"As much as I'd like to help, I've got plans with Vanellope, Felix, and Calhoun. I'm going to pick her up now. Why don't you get Zangief, Reptile, or Bowser to help you?" She sighs with her hands on her hips. "I've already tried. Zangief is going to be with his Arctic fox, Reptile is doing a practice tournament with Sub-Zero, and Bowser is helping Peach clean out the castle. He didn't specify what the mess was about, but I didn't pry." The eight-bit villain felt a little bad that she had to be left to do the job by herself, but he couldn't cancel at the last minute, could he?
Just as the thought entered his mind, a caramel cube citizen runs over with a note in hand. He lifts the note to the large villain. "Message from Miss von Schweetz." Ralph takes the letter and reads it over:
"Hey Stinkbrain,
Sorry for cancelling at the last minute. My parents need me in my game for a few days so I won't be seeing you for a while. I have some chores as a ruler to attend to, and you know how I am about my job. I don't really think this is about them needing my help. Pfft, dad is probably grounding me for dating for all I know. Try to manage without me.
PS: Peach wanted me to give you this cake. I'll explain later.
With Love,
Vanellope"
Ralph looks down at the caramel candy, waiting expectantly. "Tell her it's fine, and no need to be sorry." The candy salutes before running back to his game. He looks over to Doronjo who was still present. "My other friends aren't expecting me for a few hours so I guess I can help you move that gold," he smirks. The blond hugs his arm with gratitude. "I knew I could rely on you. Let's get the show on the road," she pulls him along.
Ralph carries a few crates over to the seemingly never-ending vault. He watches Doronjo go at a much leisurely pace with two crates. Two? She definitely wouldn't have been able to do this without help. He glances over to the decreasing creates of gold. Only a dozen left. "Ralph?" His head snaps over to the villainess. "I really appreciate this. I don't think I would be able to get any help from anyone else in my game, you know, with being bad and all." The giant smiles appreciatively. "No need to worry about it. I'm sure anyone in our group would have been happy to help. And if the characters in your game give you any trouble, feel free to look for me or Clyde."
The black clad woman opens one of her crates and takes out a golden bar. "Your heart is a pure as this golden bar Ralph. You're too nice," she chuckles as she tosses the bar his way. He fumbled about in attempt to catch the bar. "I couldn't accept pay. You're one of my friends Doronjo," he says as he places the gold onto a random box. "Just because I love gold, doesn't mean I can't share. It would make me feel better if you did anyways. Now lets get these final creates in here."
"Uhm... right."
(A/N: So Vanellope is stuck in her game for a while, meanwhile, Ralph is helping a friend from Bad-Anon. I wonder what will happen in the chapters to come? Oh who am I kidding? I know, and you will all have to wait and find out! BWAHAHAHA! *cough* Just to clarify who Doronjo is, she's a villain from the series Yatterman. She can be found in Tatsunoko vs. Capcom. Enjoy, and more Jawbreaker to come.)