A/N: Third time's a charm.
I don't own Wreck-It Ralph. All rights go to Disney.
That's all I have to say. Enjoy.
The Power of Monarchy
Prolouge
Litwak's Arcade, July 22, 1999, 9:36 PM PST
Released January 2, 2020
In a place called Litwak's Arcade, there was a game called Sugar Rush. In that game, there was an amazing candy wonderland, candy citizens, King Candy, just... Candy everything. There was a racetrack, and the only human citizens, the racers. Among those racers was a girl named Candlehead. She was Taffyta's number two in pretty much everything. Racing, negotiations, bullying the glitch, etc. It was nothing special, considering Taffyta herself was a number two to King Candy. He was a man of honor. He was a powerful monarch, a powerful human being. Nothing could possibly overthrow him.
Or could it?
Crazy talk. Everyone, even Candlehead, knew that was crazy talk. And Candlehead wasn't really the smartest of the racers, with an IQ of 87. But she knew quite a few things, some that even the others didn't know. Those some things were the secrets of her candle. She looked up at it and...
Oh no.
Her candle wasn't there.
She started to freak out. That was the biggest freakout she could possibly have. Even if she KILLED someone, her freakout wouldn't be as big. Her candle was the most important piece of existence to her, even more important than herself. So she needed to look for it.
She started at her house. She looked everywhere. Her Ice Screamer,
Not there.
Under the carpet,
Not there.
Kitchen,
Not there.
Bedroom,
Not a trace.
Even the bathtub.
And guess what? It wasn't there.
She freaked out. "Oh no," she said in a freaked out sort of tone. "If I don't find my candle, then who knows what will happen?!"
She left the house, got into the Ice Screamer, and left to continue looking.
She then went to the Candy Tree Forest. She couldn't look inside others' houses, because she knew it wasn't the right thing to do. But it didn't stop her from looking into the glitch's house. If there was one person she hated with a firey passion, it had to be the glitch. She was so hated by everyone (Except fot the recolors, but no-one really cared about them), that she wasn't even considered human. So she naturally woudn't care about the glitch. Maybe she could have stolen it. So she had to look for it there.
She looked in the tiny little shack. And when she was done, she looked behind her and...
It was the glitch.
Candlehead knew she was going to get it now.
"Please! I'm sorry!" Candlehead cried. "I'm really sorry! Please don't hurt me! Please don't cook me and eat me! I-I'm sorry!"
"I won't," said the glitch. "Even though you fully deserve it, I won't hurt you."
"You won't?"
"No. Ugh, relocating. Have you ever had to relocate? No? Well, lucky you. Everybody loves you. You're really famous. And then there's little me. The rotten little glitch." She started to get angry. "Why does everyone call me the glitch, huh?! Why can't people call me my REAL name?!"
"What is your real name?" Candlehead asked.
"Vanellope."
Candlehead just stood there. "Oh. Do you want me to tell the others?"
"No, no. Just call me the glitch, I guess..."
Vanellope disassembled the shack and walked off.
"Wait!"
Vanellope turned around.
"I need a huge favor!" Candlehead shouted. "My candle's out there somewhere! I need help looking for it!"
"Dude, it's worth, like, five bronze coins! You can replace it."
Candlehead started to tear up in her eyes. "Well... This one's special. It's irreplaceable."
Vanellope facepalmed.
"Please, Vanellope. It's all I got left."
Vanellope thought for a moment. "Ugh. Alright, fine. I help you find your precious candle."
"You will?"
"Yeah. But don't tell anyone about this."
"Okay!" Candlehead said. "I don't want to know what will happen in that situation!"
"And another thing," Vanellope told her. "Next time, can you please mind your own business?"
Vanellope and Candlehead headed for the Twizzler Fields.
The Twizzler Fields. They were as the name suggested. Fields full of Twizzlers. They had to look through the 5-acre square of land. Candlehead, as persistent as she was, looked through every strand of Twizzler until, finally, she found her candle, laying in the field.
"Found it!" Candlehead shouted.
"Good," said Vanellope. "Now can I go back home?"
"Not yet. We need to relight it."
"Ugh. I'll relight it." Vanellope took out two sticks and rubbed them together until they finally lit up. Vanellope lit the wick with the fire, and with that, Candlehead put the candle back on her head, where it belonged.
"I'm going back," Vanellope said. "I gotta relocate. And I didn't do that for free. You gotta give me something."
Candlehead got one silver coin. "Okay, here's one silver coin. But don't ask me for gold coins, you'll destroy our game."
"Whatever." And with that, Vanellope went back to her shack and began to relocate.
End of Prolouge
A/N: Happy New Year.