Felix pov

Oh my land, I think I'm in love. I've never felt like this before. I've courted so few women in my whole programmed life, but they are nothing compared to this...this dynamite gal. I know it's weird saying that since she, well, knocked me around a little, but still! She's just...just so...neat! I was so engrossed in my thinking I didn't even notice the other guys surrounding me. It was only when one hit me in the back did I notice them.

"You've got a lot of guts if you'd pull a stunt off like that, AND hit on Sarge." One of them told me with a smile. "You're not bad, but I don't really recognize you. Who are you?"

"Uh, I'm Felix. F-Felix Fisit J-Jr." I stuttered in surprise.

"I'm Green." He said. "That's Markowski and Kohut." He pointed out the other two men in turn. "We think you got what it takes to hang with us, but that can wait later. You got bathroom duty."

"I feel bad for you. That's the worse punishment, yet. But you did strike a nerve with Sarge." The one labeled as Kohut said with a slight glare.

I gulped guiltily. What nerve? What did I do wrong?

"A-A nerve? What nerve?" I asked.

They looked at me in confusion. And I'm sure I looked at them with the same expression.

"Surely you know." Green looked at me bewildered and I shrugged in response.

"She was programmed with the most tragic backstory..." Kohut explained. "The one day she didn't do a perimeter check...her wedding day. Her fiancée, Brad Scott, was eaten by a Cybug as they were exchanging vows. She had to kill it as he started becoming a Cybrid. She...hasn't recovered since."

"Oh my land..." I whispered.

I felt horrible. She was a widower. A widower who had to kill a beast that looked like her husband, and now I'd just hit on her when she wasn't prepared to move on. I knew what I had to do to make it up to her. I was going to make that bathroom spotless.

"Gentlemen," I finally said. "Would you kindly direct me to the bathroom because I've got to make it spotless."

"Good luck." Green snorted. "You'd need to be magical to do something like that."

I could only grin as I discreetly felt for my hammer.

Ralph's pov

I quickly entered Sugar Rush and grimaced at the candy coated go-kart game. This game is just safe enough for a person like Felix. No doubt he was having a blast in here. I looked around at all the candy cane trees around me. I figured I'd get a better view up there, so I began to climb.

"Hey, mister!" A voice suddenly said.

I let out a yell of terror and lost my grip. I fell a little, but quickly got my grip back. I looked up to see a raven hair girl looking down at me. She had a green hoodie and there was candy in her hair. She seemed harmless so I let out a sigh of relief.

"Geez, kid. You scared me." I admitted.

"Your girlish scream said otherwise." The girl said with a roll of her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

I glared at the kid before I answered.

"I'm looking for my friend." I grumbled as I kept climbing.

"You won't get very far in your search if you grab that branch." The girl said matter-o-factly.

"I think I know how to climb a tre-" I growled before the branch disappeared from my hands.

I yelled as I slipped again.

"That's a double-stripe. Double stripes break, a-doy." She said with a smirk. "Why are your hands so freakishly big?"

"Why are you so freakishly annoying?" I retorted. "Listen, kid. I gotta get looking for my friend."

"Maybe I can help you!" She offered. "But you'll have to do me a favor in return."

"What kind of favor, kid?"

"You give me that coin," She gestured to Felix's medal. "And help me make a go-kart so I can race."

"No way!" I told her. "I need this!"

"That's the best part!" She exclaimed excitedly. "I'll give it back at the end of the race. So you'll have your coin and your friend. If anything, you get the better part of the deal. You're lucky I'm being so generous."

I hesitated as she stuck her hand out.

"We gotta deal?"

I silently cursed as I shook her hand.

Calhoun's pov

Fisit's time was up, so I decided I'd relieve him. I was walking towards when I heard the distinct sound of a radio. I frowned. Who had the capability to get a radio work? I realized that it got louder as I approached to bathroom. It took me a minute to realize that someone was also singing to the music. I pushed the door open and gaped at the room. It was so clean I could practically see myself reflected in the floor. Just being able to see the floor was a big enough shock, but my thoughts were quickly cut off when Fisit slid in with the brushes attached to the bottom of his feet and his back to me.

"Just take those old records off the shelf." He sang.

He turned around with his eyes closed and continued dancing with the song.

"I'll sit an' listen to 'em by myself. Today's music ain't got the same soul. I like that old time rock 'n roll."

I wasn't able to stifle the laughter that escaped me. His eyes snapped open and his face went red instantly as I took control of myself.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry, m-ma'am." He stuttered out. "I-I'll get back to work."

He stumbled around to get the brushed off his feet, but I quickly stopped his actions.

"No need, soldier." I told him. "This place is the cleanest I've ever seen it. Good job."

"T-Thank you, ma'am." He blushed. "I'm, uh, I'm sorry about what I-I said before. It w-was out of line."

I just nodded in response.

"So how'd you get all of this done, soldier?" I just had to know. "This is virtually impossible."

"W-Well, let's just say that I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He beamed.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Silently demanding he explain further, but I couldn't help the slight smirk that graced my own features.

"Alright, you're free to go." I said as I quickly slipped back into my usual, cold exterior. Berating myself for leaving it in the first place. "Straight to the barracks."

"We can't go to Grand Central station?" He frowned.

"Why would we? What's out there that would interest us?" I retorted with a steely tone.

"There's one way to find out." He said as he motioned for me to follow him.

Which,surprisingly, I did.