The next chapter is coming soon. JUST KIDDING! I wouldn't do that after two months of no updates. What bad timing. Right when I said I found my inspiration & that I'd be updating more often, my mother gets sick. Not as good as a cold. Not as bad as cancer. I won't go into schematics because that's personal information, but she has been sick for two months & still is.
What prevented me from updating? First, she was in the hospital for about two weeks, so I had to watch my sisters, which I take seriously. They're almost always downstairs & I'm not going to force them into my room just so I can type more chapters. Second, when she is here, she needs me on hand. I'm often running errands for her. And lastly, the whole ordeal messed with my inspiration a bit. How is now any different? I couldn't tell you. But here I am typing. Luckily, lt's this story that I'm up to. I find this one the easiest to type, because I have the most leeway. I'm not being myself. I'm being the characters. Without further ado, the next chapter of The Wreckoning.
==Felix's POV==
Today.. is not my day. And that's coming from yours truly. I never have bad days. But there is an exception to every rule (like that one?). My day starts out okay, more or less. It's only when I begin talking to Big Gene in the kitchen that lt takes a turn for the worse.
I'm not sure how an argument about Ralph can escalate to this proportion. Upon enterring the room, I saw Gene sitting on the bar stool, slumped over.
I greeted him in my usual chastise, but he didn't reply. Just as I began to fear the worst, he showed signs of life by sitting up & turning to me.
"Felix, things are not well today.".
"What's wrong?".
"Nothing wrong! Just not well.".
My eyes asked him to continue.
"It's Tillman. His newest game stole another 40% of our customers.".
"I thought lt was 35%.", I said, rememberring yesterday.
"I didn't want to create a panic, but I did anyway.".
"May I ask what game?".
"Climb Up & Go Left.".
I couldn't contain my laughter on that one.
"That's the game we're worried about? What kind of name is that? That sounds like an early 1970's game.".
"There's more to things than names.".
"Like Ralph.", I mutterred under my breath, not in a negative way though.
He stopped for a moment.
"Felix, is there something on your mind.".
Unable to lie, I told him, "Yes. There is. I cannot say I am fully satisfied with the way we interact with Ralph.".
"It's not that bad. We joke around sometimes, but we're all on good terms. I just paid him a visit last week.".
"No, Gene. We treat him just fine. I'm talking about Wreck-It Ralph.".
"Wreck-It Ralph", he said, slamming his fist on the table. "Sorry. I don't mean to lose my temper. What about Wreck-It Ralph?".
"He lives in a dump. He eats scraps. Everyone avoids him. What sort of life is that?".
"Are you suggesting we play nice with the villain?".
"Precisely. I'm not telling you how to do your job, just merely suggesting you consider taking Ralph into account.", I say in the most polite & respectful way possible.
"Felix, I do take Ralph into account. Who let him stay in the Dump?".
I honestly don't know.
"Um, you?".
"And who leaves that massive mound of bricks there for him to perhaps build a home with?".
"Um, you?", I repeat, still clueless.
"And need I even ask who... actually, that's all I got.".
"I wasn't aware of those two, but what about food & friends?".
"It's nobody's fault but his lf he can't make friends. At best, I can say he is difficult to get along with & have around. I could write a poem about the worst. And yes, I have made the effort to be friendly with him. As for food, nobody is stopping him from asking for food, assuming we even need lt.".
It's hard to imagine Mayor Gene ever attempting to do anything other than shun Ralph.
"Surely we can do something else for him.".
"Felix, I'm done reaching out to him. He's chosen his life & I'm not going to bother him anymore. He has not repayed me with any gratitude & frankly, I don't like him. As villains go, I think Clyde has better manners.".
He sounds pretty intent on his stance. There's nothing more to say on the matter.
"Alright, I'm sorry for being persistent. So, what else about this game?".
Later on, I decided something needs to be done for Ralph. For the first time ever, I accompanied him to Tapper. I feel he desserves lt. Unfortunately, the doomsday scenario was triggerred. Gene walked in & took me home drunk. Worst of all, he didn't so much as mention or acknowledge Ralph the whole way back.
"You'll stay the day in my building.", is all he said.
He must have been holding in his fury & disappointment. Ralph didn't even turn around to say, 'Goodbye'. I guess he didn't want to face Gene. Oh, I didn't mention that this is nowhere near the worst part. We made lt to Game Central Station. I stopped to drunkenly talk to Surge.
"Heeey, Surge. I seeeee a Gene on a Gene in aA Gene on a Gene.".
"Aha. That's spectacular.".
"Come on, Felix. Let's go...".
The GCS storm alert sounded. Red lights flashed around & the unsynchronized chatter became an erratic panic. Characters rushed to their games & I had no idea what was going on. The last storm alert is in 1975, long before we were plugged in.
"Storm alert. You'd better get back to your game, Felix.".
Gene pulled me along & I couldn't help but feel like I had forgotten something...
