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"Isn't this a bit much? I get this place is dangerous and all, but… I don't think I've ever worn this much armor since my time in Hero's Duty."

"Oh please. If anything this isn't enough, but the standard Raider Power Armor will have to do. You're just lucky the game auto re-sizes or this would never fit. You're quite the heavy fellow, aren't ya?"

"I'll take that as a compliment," Ralph replied. He looked around his body and couldn't help but snort. The suit he had been outfitted in made the standard issue armor from Hero's Duty look like a children's play outfit.

He could feel actual metal creeping along his spine. The thing creaked and groaned with every movement, yet somehow it seemed light as a feather. Something about power fusion cells and how it all worked. Looking in a cracked mirror, Ralph could barely make out his face among the scuba diving like gear of twisted metal and rusted old steel. Every inch of his skin was covered in some kind of spiked armor and certainly made him seem like a formidable foe to contest with.

"Stop flexing, you look ridiculous. Now then, you'll want to steer clear of any players or they'll try to kill you on sight. You're likely the biggest thing in this entire map, aside from a Mirelurk Queen, maybe, or a Deathclaw," the robot pointed out.

"I'll be careful. Listen, I really appreciate the help and all."

The robot almost seemed to smile, but without a mouth, it was difficult to tell. "It was my pleasure, Mr. Ralph. I will not allow anyone to trudge into that bizarre place undefended, especially if they won't regenerate upon death!"

"Like Van?" he asked in a rather deadpan tone.

The machine scoffed. "You truly think that little menace would listen to anything I have to say on the matter? Please."

While Ralph did not know Van very well, he did have a comparison to make. Vanellope was not unreasonable, but she often did as she pleased and if Van was anything like her, it did make sense.

"Right. Okay," he said and rubbed his freakishly metal hands together. "That way?" he questioned, pointing roughly north.

"That's a good as start as any. Van will be deep within the Wasteland by now, so you best get going."

"Okay! It's wrecking time!" he suddenly exclaimed and felt around his back for his new weapon, a massive sledgehammer with a peculiar looking exhaust port on the end.

"Riveting. Ahem, I do apologize for your lack of equipment. I was only able to secure that one Supersledge."

"This should be fine. I better get out there before it gets dark, right?"

"Glad you remembered your training, now get going, Mr. Wrecker and good luck."

With fierce determination, the wrecker nodded and gave one last wave before moving on. Despite everything the friendly robot had warned him of, he didn't feel nervous. Compared to most things in the world, he was huge and it also helped that his power armor seemed near impervious to damage. As far as he could tell, anyway.

He said something about repairing it… watch out for Scorched? he thought, looking around. He waved his hands and shrugged. "Cross that bridge when we come to it, wreckin' boy."

Glancing around, he saw a large sprawling forest which was broken up by a small stream off in the distance. Figuring it was a good a path as any, he shrugged and started following a tiny dirt road. He only took a few steps when he looked down and noticed something small moving toward him. Squinting his eyes through his new helmet, he found a series of tiny looking robots all walking on four elongated metal looking claws. Not unlike a spider. Their bodies were shaped like long cylinders with a painted on red star where their glowing eyes laid. They stopped and inspected Ralph with curiosity.

"Why aren't you all the cutest looking-"

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

"Woah there! Ah!" he screamed, dodging laser after laser and tiptoeing around them before he came to his senses. "Fine! You wanna play it that way!" he screamed and quickly grabbed his trusty new hammer.

A sickening crunch reverberating off the hammer while the wrecker quite literally wiped the floor with every last one. Each little robot being blown to pieces from a single blow. After a single minute of this, the floor was littered with broken robot parts which sparkled and glitched in various places.

Ralph was panting, trying to catch his breath. "Phew, not so bad but I really need to work out. But, I mean, c'mon? Robot spiders?" he scoffed and quickly put his weapon away. "That the best Fallout has to offer?! This will be a breeze."

"Bloooooooooodddddd…."

An ominous sounding voice slurred their words just behind Ralph while he was busy checking out more of the scenery. "Yeah, yeah… blood. Got it," he replied rather distracted.

"Kill!"

"Wait… what?!"

Whipping around, he spotted six of the ugliest looking creatures he had ever witnessed in any game, period. They stood tall and resembled ordinary zombies one might find in your average arcade shoot 'em up style game, only an infected looking puss of jagged crystals were sprouting from random spots on their bodies. Blood stained their clothing, random wounds and even their mouths and eyes which were quite soulless, unlike his buddy back in Bad-Anon. Just like the robot had warned him, they were not intelligent not unlike a Psy Bug from Hero's Duty.

The creatures leaped at him but he was ready. He reached for his hammer and struck one dead on over its head which nearly came off with a sickening crunch. Blood splattered in all directions making the wrecker thankful that he was wearing the hulking suit. Smirking, he smacked the thing away where it lay dead.

"Ha! Not so tough are ya!" he screamed, pointing his Super Sledge at the rest, but they were undeterred.

The rest came charging at him and actually got some hits on. Ralph buckled under the pressure and even the protection from his new power armor wasn't enough to ward them all off. He moaned as stumbled backward while the remaining scorched continued their assault hacking and slashing him with random tools or weapons that they had found.

"Alright, maybe kind of tough," Ralph muttered and quickly smacked a few away. Every blow from his hammer was rather successful, however, the entire scene and his new armor were quickly soaked in zombie blood, making him gag. "Just glad the kid's not here to see this…" he muttered as he struck the killing blow on the final scorched creature.

Ralph started to pant for air again, doing his best to wipe all the blood from his hammer and his armor. "Gross… so gross."

Sighing, he turned around and his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Woah!"

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Standing just mere feet away was a creature the likes of which Ralph had never seen in his thirty plus years of living in an arcade. Forget how ugly the scorched looked, this thing was beyond horrifying. A large beast which seemed to even tower over him, power armor and all, stood on two terrifying webbed feet with nasty looking claws. Reptilian in nature, the beast looked something like a rabbit raptor dinosaur crossbreed between a dragon with spikes on its back for good measure.

And it was currently looking directly at Ralph.

"Ah… heh, nice looking… Dragon thing."

The thing leaped forward and tackled the wrecker's body to the ground with a massive crunch. With the raw energy that could rival the entire Sugar Rush racer lineup, it started scratching his armor in various places and even went in for a bite, chewing out several wires and pieces of mesh metal which protected his face.

That's it, it's wrecking time! he thought and ignoring the pain, he shoved the thing off his body and readied his weapon. He took an offensive stance as the thing considered him for a long moment.

"Man, you're one ugly beast. You could give Turbo a run for his money."

"Argggggggggggggggh!"

Happy for an opening, Ralph leaped onto his feet and swung his sledge in a swinging arc. The backend of the tool activated. A small exhaust port on the other end began to spew out an explosion of fire and smoke, aiding the speed of his swing. The beast yelped and swung backward from the critical strike. Blood and guts spewed in every direction, but the monster was far from finished.

The beast attempted to retaliate, but Ralph's raw strength allowed him to easily hold it back with more blows from his now trusty hammer. Aside from the blood, this is almost kind of fun. No wonder Felix likes these things! he thought, not really sure if it was the adrenaline speaking or he was simply losing himself in the moment. That's when the worst happened. The beast was almost beaten. It was a bloody mess of broken bones and cracked skin, clearly showing damage. It roared at him yet again and then something on the strange creature began to change.

Like a complete metamorphosis, the beast's body started to shift and change. Its skin mended itself almost entirely while the bland looking brown reptilian texture began to glow a bright sickening green. The spikes along its spine began to grow, erecting longer and longer while its claws did the same. Perhaps the most alarming thing was its health bar, something that even Ralph was quite familiar with. The whole thing completely regenerated as if he'd done absolutely zero damage to it.

"That's not fair!" he screamed but the beast simply screamed back, almost smiling down on him.

Grunting in annoyance, he swung at the mutated beast but the thing actually dodged backward. He missed entirely and the reinvigorated energy of the beast gave it ample strength to retaliate and very quickly. It quickly knocked Ralph to the ground and then snarled in his face.

"Radioactive breath! Gross!"

But the glowing monstrosity just kept biting and chewing away at the mesh wall of his helmet while pounding and scratching at the remains of his armor. Ralph tried to get it off but to no avail.

"So strong… need air…" he said as he panted and wheezed. The thing was so large at that point that the pressure was crushing him inside his own suit.

A few more strikes by the beast and suddenly the world started to spin for Ralph. Is this how it all ends? Killed by a radioactive dinosaur?!"

"I got ya, big guy!"

Through the haze and all the noise, Ralph blinked and looked around. He knew that high pitched whiny little voice anywhere. He wasn't sure whether to smile, however, or be angry.

"K- k- kid…"

"KAZZZZZZZSHOOORT!"

Suddenly Ralph's body was overcome by a glitchy mess of three-dimensional glowing pixels. One second he was pinned down by the beast and in another, he was thirty feet away behind a giant tree. He buckled down from the weight of his armor while his heads up display complained about low power. Panting and wheezing, he looked around while on his knees.

"K- kid?"

"Knock, knock. Who's there? Not a dead Ralph, that's who!"

Glancing upward, he spotted Vanellope in all her sugar glory giving him a rather shy smile as she rested on his head.

Meanwhile, the beast was still looking around for its prey, sniffing around and stomping about in the opposite direction.

Ralph watched the thing slowly leave, though it remained in their vision. "If that thing wasn't here, I would be yelling at you, kid…" he growled.

Vanellope shyly played with her fingers and shrugged. "I get it, you're mad, but if I hadn't done that you might have died," she pointed out.

Ralph closed his eyes and took a very deep breath to calm down. It was a fair point. But she's still in the wrong!

Slowly, incredibly slowly, Ralph stood up as his vision righted itself. He had no doubt that his power armor had certainly seen better days, but he ignored it for now.

"Vanellope, we told you to stay in your game! Yo- you don't even… arggggg!" he screamed. The big wrecker felt so angry, but he resisted the oh so powerful urge of punching a nearby tree to pieces.

The little one scowled and crossed her arms. "We go as a team, Ralph. Plain and simple."

"You could die here, pipsqueak. Never regenerate and you'll be gone forever. Do you understand?!"

Vanellope buckled some from the sheer volume of his voice, but she wasn't just about to leave, he could tell. She sniffed some and stood up as tall as her little body would allow. "You could die here too."

Ralph pointed his freakishly long finger at her as if to say, that's a warning. He tried to respond, to think of a real intelligent rebuttal, but she was right. What he was doing was incredibly dangerous. There was no way to add their code to Fallout; the only reason it worked back in Slaughter Race was that Vanellope was a true racer; it was literally in her code.

It took him all of two minutes to calm down, all the while Vanellope continued to nervously chew on the licorice strings of her jacket.

"Kid, do you even know why I'm doing this? Are you just here because of me?"

Vanellope's eyes widened in surprise. Her eyes darting around a little bit as she seemed to search for an answer. When she spoke the licorice string fell. "If… if she was one of my friends back in Sugar Rush and they were in this kind of trouble, then I'd want to help them out."

Ralph blanched at the answer. "I thought you didn't like those little brats?"

She looked down and away, mumbling out a response that was just barely audible.

"What?"

"I said… well…" He waited very patiently for her to gather her thoughts. She stuttered a few times and finally sighed. "I shouldn't have left so quickly. I love Slaughter Race. It's fun and edgy and it challenges me in all the right ways!"

He nodded with a quirked eyebrow. "But?"

She slumped and sighed, her body glitching a bit. "I- I shouldn't have just left so quickly without t- talking with everybody first," she stuttered nervously. She was blushing and he could tell that she was really trying to be sincere.

He nodded a bit. "Hmm, how did the other racers take it when you told them?"

Her face seemed to turn green, looking like she was trying not to remember a painful memory. Ralph hadn't been there when she left to tell everyone and to gather her belongings.

"..."

"That bad, huh?"

The girl closed her eyes, listening to the ambient sounds and gentle music in Fallout's background. "Is it so bad to want something else? I'd do anything for them, but I can't just go back, Ralph. I can't."

Ralph considered her for a moment before speaking again. "Is that something you're telling yourself to feel better?"

Vanellope didn't have an immediate answer. The wrecker folded his arms and waited. She closed her eyes and a single tear leaked out. "I really hurt them, didn't I? I'm j- just a big dummy," she stuttered on the brink of crying.

Ralph's expression softened and he tilted her head up rather gently. "Hey, now, you're not the one who was stupid enough to sick a virus on their best friend. I'd say that makes you smarter than me."

She sniffled and wiped her nose on her jacket sleeve. "That's true, heh, you big lug," she said rather cheekily.

He smiled and nodded. "I dunno if those sugar racers will ever forgive ya, but it can't hurt to apologize, right?"

She toyed with her jacket a little bit while trying not to look too distressed. "I guess not…"

"Then maybe you should go back and-"

"No."

"Look I-"

"Look I-"

Ralph groaned. "Oh, Sega not this again," Vanellope repeated his words in a terrible impersonation of the big man while tilting her head from side to side. He pinched the bridge of his nose all the while.

"Look!" he said, practically screaming at her. She buttoned her lip and took on a more serious face. "If you're just here to keep me safe then you can go do me a solid and go home. If you want to help save Van then-"

"Van?"

"Uh, yeah, it's what Cogsworth called her. Big floating robot guy… thing." She nodded. "If you really want to help save Van and you need to be honest with me about that. Then, fine, you can…" he trailed off and took a deep shuddering breath before continuing. "You can stay," he finally said.

She didn't cheer or smile or jump up and down with glee, as expected of her. Instead, she simply crossed her arms. "I want to help her, Ralph. Maybe we don't know, uh, Van, but if she were any one of my friends back in Sugar Rush… no matter how mad they are at me," she added with a blush. "Well I already said it, I'd do anything for them."

He hesitated for a moment while she went back to nervously chewing on her red licorice strings. At long last, he had come to a decision as he stood up. He pointed at her and then up to his shoulder.

Vanellope smirked and glitched up there, standing tall. "You mean I can come?!"

"You do everything I say when I say it. Got it?!"

The racer gave a comical salute and nodded. "Yes sir, Mr stinky breath, sir!"

He groaned. Shank is going to kill me. If Fallout doesn't get us killed first, he thought.

"Right, well that stupid glowing thing is gone at least," he said and picked up his hammer.

The pixie racer nodded. "That thing looked pretty dang cool. How come they can't be running around Slaughter Race?" she asked as if it were the most natural thing in the world to ask.

"...Vanellope?"

"Yessss?"

"You frighten me."

She giggled and off they went. The only noise would be the stomping of his rusty power armor broken up by a nearby stream of fresh looking water.

Vanellope leaned against his head on one hand while looking around. "What kind of game is this, anyway?"

"Cogsworth told me it's something called a Survival Role Playing Game. Players, erm, find it fun to try and survive in a super harsh post-apocalyptic environment."

The young racer sniffed the air a few times and started to fan it away. "Something smells funky," she muttered.

Ralph blinked and glanced at the water, realization slowly donning on him. "Oh, right, Cogsworth claimed most water in this game is contaminated with nuclear waste."

"COOL!"

Without warning, she tried to jump right in only for Ralph to catch her by the hem of her jacket. As he held the girl by the scruff of her neck, she twirled around in mid-air and shyly looked up at Ralph, who was glaring at her.

"S- sorry," she stuttered nervously.

He sighed and quickly put her back into position. "It's fine, just please don't go jumping into radioactive waste."

"Roger," she said, though her voice was still quite cheeky. As if she didn't understand the full danger of the situation at all.

In the end, Ralph decided to cross the stream by jumping from rock to rock. Vanellope tried to point out she could easily glitch them across, but he didn't care. One mistake and they'd end up in the contaminated water and he wasn't exactly sure what would happen then.

Glancing around, the duo spotted something moving in the distance. It took them several minutes before they realized that they were players. One decked out in peculiar clothing, a dress suit that didn't seem to have a scratch on it, and his partner didn't look too different from the average thug one might find in Slaughter Racer.

"This place is whacky, Ralph. That suit's just gonna get all dirty," she pointed out with a roll of her eyes.

"We best steer clear of them, Cogsworth said players aren't the most trusting bunch…"

Vanellope gulped and slowly realized what he was getting at. "How do we find Van, anyway?" she whispered to him. The last thing they needed was for the other players to notice them talking.

He shrugged. "Cogsworth said she'd be somewhere out in the Savage Divide. Center of this place… but he also told me she could be anywhere. We'll have to ask around."

"Sounds pretty savage."

Ralph's features bristled slightly as they watched the players disappear from sight. "Kid? This whole game is savage."

"Aw, c'mon you old son of a gun! Like anything can stop you!" she exclaimed and started comically punching the air, dancing around his shoulder blades and making silly fighting noises.

Ralph looked down at his hammer with a contemplating stare. While he knew Vanellope was just being silly, he couldn't help but sort of agree. I guess I didn't kill that thing, but I was close!

Smiling, they turned onto the road where the players had walked off to and followed it at a slow pace. "Maybe you're right, kid. I am pretty tough, eh?"

She giggled and settled back onto his shoulder. "The toughest I know, stink brain!"

He raised his massive fist and hovered it next to her head. "Top shelf."

"Top shelf!" she exclaimed excitedly and pounded it as hard as she could.

Just then the ground beneath their very feet started to rumble at an alarming rate. They glanced around in shock while Ralph's flight or fight instincts kicked into overdrive. "Brace yourself, kid, I think we have company!"

"No, Ralph, look!"

Vanellope's tiny arm outstretched as she pointed off in the distance. A bright, blinding flash of light seemed to explode over the sky as the rumbling increased. They could watch in horror. A massive explosion of fire overtook a mountain off in the distance, brighter and larger than anything they had ever witnessed before. The thing was shaped in a peculiar way, almost like a massive mushroom with a matching cloud to boot. The bright light slowly vanished into the air and eventually, the entire thing faded into dust.

"Holy mother of monkey milk! What the hay was that, big guy?!" Vanellope screamed. She seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating. The ground had ceased rupturing beneath them, but the looming threat of danger never seemed to leave.

"I… I don't know."

They shared an uneasy glance before continuing onward, making sure to steer clear of that mountain in particular. Suddenly, Ralph didn't feel so tough.

As they traveled, groups upon groups of players seemed to pour out over to the explosion site. Just why they would want to be there of all places perplexed the two to no end. But it also meant most of the game was relatively free of other players, which suited them just fine.

"Are we there yet?"

Ralph grunted as the little racer shuffled over to his right side before settling on his shoulder, again.

"No."

She moaned and slowly crawled over to his back while clutching onto his neck for support. "How about now?"

The wrecker chewed on the inside of his cheeks before slowly replying. "No… Vanellope, we're not there yet, okay?"

Suddenly she appeared in his vision, hanging upside down over his head. "Do you even know where we're going?"

Looking around, the road seemed to split off in several directions, with one part of it going up toward an observatory of some kind. "Uh…" he mumbled and turned around where he spotted a large wooden structure that only seemed partially destroyed, which was a plus in Fallout, Ralph noticed. It was parallel to a ruined set of train tracks.

"I think Cogsworth said something about traders in these train stations. Maybe we can ask if they've seen her."

She nodded and clambered back to his other shoulder. "Good a place as any."

He clinked and clanked over to it at a rather slow pace. They hadn't been jumped by any players or insane monsters, yet, but that was putting him on edge. Danger could be around any corner.

They peaked inside a broken window and saw no players in sight, but they did find a strange looking woman behind a counter. Shrugging, he made his way inside with Vanellope having to duck her head under the doorway.

"Welcome, travelers wel- who the hell are you two supposed to be?"

Vanellope gasped upon hearing such language, her form glitching in a few places while Ralph snarled. Standing behind the counter was a tall woman decked out in raider gear and what appeared to be war makeup. Her one working eye blinked at them while the other was hidden behind a strange looking patch which blinked on and off with a tiny light. She quirked a brow at them and snorted.

"Well?"

"Um, look we're obviously not from this game-"

"No shit, Sherlock!"

Again Vanellope's body pixelated in several areas. She didn't know whether to laugh at the use of such foul language or to back up in fear. The woman was clearly on edge.

"Hey, that is no reason to use that kind of language in front of a kid!" Ralph argued, pointing his freakishly large finger in her direction.

The lady glanced up at Vanellope and gasped. "Van…"

"Van?" Vanellope said, glancing over at Ralph in confusion. "No, look I'm not Van," she stated and glitched off of Ralph to the floor. She tiptoed over to the lady and offered her hand. "The name's Vanellope von Schweetz! Pleasure to meet you!"

The raider backed up in bewilderment, staring at Vanellope like she just grew a second head.

"And I'm Ralph, uh, Wreck-It Ralph. Maybe you haven't really heard of me?"

The woman shook her head very slowly while Vanellope kept her hand out awkwardly. "Hey, my hand's getting tired here. You're supposed to shake it and go "Pleasure to meet you, Vanellope, my name is… " she exclaimed while waving her free hand for her to go on.

Instead, the woman knelt down and physically grabbed Vanellope's face, searching for something. It took her a second, but she slowly nodded.

"You really aren't Van, are you?"

"Uh, no. Sorry, no."

"Good," she stated with a snort. "Dunno how you two got here, but as long as you don't bring that little menace in my store, then we're cool. Name's Marle, by the way," she said and finally shook Vanellope's hand.

"Nice to meet ya, Marle!" Vanellope said happily.

Marle smirked. "Likewise… I think. Now, what can I do for you two? I take it you're not after Stimpaks or assault rifles?"

Vanellope tried to say something in reply, but Ralph was quicker. "Actually, no, we were wondering if you knew where Van went? It's important that we find her."

Marle tilted her head in confusion. "Why? She steal stuff from ya? If so, it's probably long gone."

"Steal? No! We just need to talk to her and it's pretty important."

Marle laughed and went back to sorting her wares. "That girl ain't much of a talker. Last time she was around, she tried to steal some of my wares. When I caught her, let's just say we didn't do much talkin'," she said rather casually. Her hand was gripped around a rather large knife which she promptly slammed down onto her trading table, hard.

The little racer gulped and backed up in fear.

"Relax, girl. I ain't gonna hurt ya. It's not impossible to have more than one character from the same game and I can tell you're nothing like her."

The racer tilted her head in confusion. "Nothing? Seriously?"

"Oh you might sound the same, may even look it, but there are a few things that are just off."

"Like?"

"You stick out like a sore thumb, kid," she replied rather bluntly. "Van though? Van belongs in a savage game like Fallout. She's damaged goods. And if I were you two, I'd turn around and go back to your little games, if you know what's good for ya."

Ralph was starting to hate her with a passion. "Look, Marle, do you know where she could be or not?"

"No, now if you're not here to buy anything I suggest you leave."

Ralph stomped his foot and resisted the very powerful urge to wreck something. "You either tell me where-"

"Ralph! Can it!" Vanellope screamed, surprising both of them. "Just wait outside and I'll handle this, k?"

"B- but, what are-"

Vanellope started playfully shoving him outside, kicking her feet in vain to try and move the giant lug in an even bigger piece of Power Armor. It didn't work.

"Get! C'mon!" she said and eventually, he started moving. It took him a solid minute while standing outside to realize he had left Vanellope alone with a dangerous looking raider.

Stupid! he thought and was about to run inside when suddenly she appeared smiling smugly. Her tiny little hands showed him a piece of paper which he unfurled.

"See, we're here," she exclaimed while pointing to a red circle that was drawn around a building. "Van is probably here," she said and seemed to point to a strange looking building over on the southern side of the map. Ralph squinted his eyes and noted the place was called The Whitesprings Resort.

She snapped her fingers and giggled. "Easy!"

"How did you… but…" he glanced back at the raider inside who didn't so much as dignify him any response.

"It's called Charisma, you big lug. You should try it sometime!"

Sorry but there wasn't any Van in this chapter, but as you can clearly see, she's coming soon!

So, here's a fun little entry that I came up while writing this chapter. To those unfamiliar with the Fallout series, your character's overall skills and success rate with them are dictated by their SPECIAL stat. This stands for Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence, Agility and Luck! I'm not 100% sure if they will ever show up in the story, just yet, but I figured it would be neat to share Ralph's and Vanellope's SPECIAL rank's and how the game of Fallout sees them as when compared to the rest of the world. Van is not fully decided on yet.

While the game they are in is not set in the universe of Fallout 1 or 2, the allocation of their SPECIAL stats will be. That means you start out with 40 points or a minimum of 1 each with 33 to allocate based on personal preference. Or in Ralph and Vanellope's case, how they are. You cannot, however, go above the number 10 for any of those stats unless you have the GIFTED perk which will raise all of them by 1.

Ralph

Strength: 10 (This one is fairly obvious. He's a big hulking guy with a heart of gold and even larger fists to boot.)

Perception: 3 (Sorry Ralph, but given how you handled Vanellope on your first meeting, I'd say you're pretty low on this end. You fell for Double-striped vines how many times?!)

Endurance: 8 (There's no point in sugar coating this, our little Wrecker can take a beating. He fought off Turbo who fused with a Psybug, fell from an insanely high height above the volcano without sustaining damage and he can be thrown off a building on a daily basis and still be fine!)

Charisma: 2 (I don't think Ralph is the best at charming his way to a victory. Sure, he knows the right things to say when Vanellope is down or sad, but I just can't see him being a very good liar or charmer.)

Intelligence: 7 (Maybe not the smartest cookie on the block, but I wouldn't consider him dumb by a long shot. Sure, he got tricked by Turbo, but if Turbo were in this story, I'd give that little villain's charisma a 9 at the very least. GRANTED, because my story takes place after WiR2, you also have to take my 7 for him with a small grain of salt; I just can't see a kind, caring and intelligent individual like Ralph buying a virus and sicking it on an innocent game just to get Vanellope back. That's what dumb people do… or lazy screenwriters.)

Agility: 2 (Is our big hulking friend Agile? Eh, not really. He's not super slow, but being so big means he often moves slower than others of smaller stature, simple physics.)

Luck: 8 (Ralph survived in an arcade for how many years? It's up for debate since the movie doesn't technically tell us, but if you buy all the fan theories then at that point in their universe, we're talking 30+ years. Not only that, but somehow their arcade scene is thriving, in a post-2000 year? Sorry, you don't get that far in life without a lot of luck.)

Vanellope von Schweetz

Strength: 3 (She's a very tiny child with a very tiny body. She couldn't even lift her go-kart up when it crashed into a wall in her volcano hideout. Sorry, girl, you're not the strongest racer on the block.)

Perception: 8 (Vanellope would excel at this. She jumped to the candy cane vines with minimal effort, like she was playing a freakin' 3D platformer by heart. At the end of the first film, we see her glitch teleport around all the Psybugs without missing a beat. Yes, I would argue that she is incredibly perceptive of her surroundings.)

Endurance: 3 (Being a young child and all, it makes sense that she can bounce back from injuries with ease, but she's still a young avatar and was designed for go-kart racing, not fighting off endless hordes of mutants, zombies and killer robots.)

Charisma: 8 (She can be polite when she needs to be, funny when it calls for it and quite charming and bashful in the most adorable of manners. She convinced Ralph to help her with baking a kart and it didn't take them long to become good friends. I'd also argue that, if need be, she would be a good liar.)

Intelligence: 5 (While not the dumbest cookie on the block, Vanellope is still a young child and programmed as such. This doesn't mean she can't get smarter or more mature, but she's still an immature young girl and thus has no real bookish inclination which would point to high intelligence.)

Agility: 9 (Have you seen this girl move?! All you have to do is watch her in almost any scene and you'll see just how agile she can be when she wants to.)

Luck: 4 (She has a best friend named Ralph and a little family to boot now. But is she the luckiest little program in the whole universe? No, not really. Her game was taken from her for how long? She couldn't leave for help because she was turned into a glitch and the other racers, the people who were supposed to be her friends, had turned on her. The only lucky thing was Ralph showing up in her life and that took how many years? Sorry, you are one unlucky little sprite.)