AN: No, I'm not going to stick an AN at the beggining of the chapter, I just need to do it right now. You see, I'm having dificulty at which chapter I should write next. I have one on Felix looking for his diary and one on Ralph's expedition to find Felix some stuff. I'm going to put a pull on my profile so I can see your opinions. And by the way, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Felix was in the middle of the ocean somewhere, on an island. Q*Bert was standing next to him as well as a boy with a cowboy hat, black hair, freckles, and a piece of straw hanging from his mouth.
"Well?" said the boy, skipping a rock seven hops "Didn't I find a nice place to practice skipping rocks?"
"Yeah," Felix agreed. "It's nice here." Felix's rock made a large splash when he tried to skip it.
"Not like that!" chided the boy. 'like this." The boy proceeded to move Felix into a proper rock-skipping position.
"But Wheely, that's what I did!" Felix protested.
Wheely laughed. "Obviously not, or you would've skipped that one!"
" #$%&* ?" Q*Bert bleeped.
"I don't know." said Felix, frowning. "Wheely, did you happen to see the name of the game we went into?"
Wheely shook his head. "Nope. Can't read. Why does it matter?"
Much to Felix's surprise, he found himself speaking Q*Bertese. "%&*$ % ^. $$ * &%&% %*?"
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Felix turned around and saw a large black fin in the water heading towards them.
"Shark!" he yelled.
Felix woke up, startled. For a minute, he didn't know where he was. Then he remembered; the brick pile, like usual. Felix rubbed his head and stared with longing at the scene in front of him. It was the bonus level of Repairman Frank. If only I could join in, Felix thought. But he knew that was impossible. He was a glitch, and he would cause the game to be unplugged if he joined in. It was still a longing, something he wanted,no, needed to do. Even though he had known for 30 years that it would be impossible. He sighed and kicked a brick.
"The Arcade is now closed," a voice announced.
Felix watched as Ralph brushed the mud off himself and walk over to the dump, having been thrown off the roof again. "Felix. I'm going out." Ralph announced. "You want something?"
Felix nodded. "Candy would be nice. And maybe a root beer from Tappers."
Ralph nodded. "Okay then. A root beer it is. Don't count on the candy though. I'm not sure where I would find some." Ralph turned to leave.
"Ralph, can you do one more thing for me?" asked Felix.
"What?" said Ralph.
Felix hesitated. Would Ralph dismiss his dream as another wishful fantasy? Deciding he had to know,
"Your point?" interrupted Ralph.
"Well..." Felix hesitated. "If you run into that boy, tell me."
"Felix," said Ralph kindly. "That boy was just from a dream."
"That's the thing. I'm not sure if he was a dream. I think he's real."
Ralph frowned. "Is this like the time you had a dream that you were fixing some candy-haired girl's go-kart with Frank's hammer?"
"Yes! Please, Ralph, can you look for her and that boy? " Felix pleaded.
Ralph sighed. "Alright, Felix. Alright." Ralph rolled his eyes and hopped on the train as it rattled out of the game.
Felix sadly watched him go. "Ralph doesn't believe me." he sighed. If only he could leave his game. If only, if only, if only. Then he could find out for sure.
Suddenly, he felt a splintering headache come on. Not again! Felix thought. He glitched, then passed out.
He was in the penthouse. It was a party, and everyone was dancing, drinking, and having a good time. It was strange, considering he had never been to a party.
"Felix my boy!" shouted someone.
The man who had called Felix's name had brown hair, a beard and large blue eyes. "I got something for you."
Felix took the present. "Well, golly! Thank you kindly Father." He opened it. "Why, it's a diary!"
"I know you don't write much," said his father. "But it's always useful to have somewhere to record your thoughts sometimes."
"Thank you! I'll Put it under my bed." Felix said.
"No. Everyone always looks there first. Hm..." his father suddenly grinned. "I have a better idea. Why not put it in your underwear drawer?"
"Father!" yelled Felix, blushing. "That's disgusting!"
His father chuckled. "Alright, alright. How about your sock drawer instead?"
"That's actually a good idea." Felix agreed.
Felix sat up, painting. So he had a diary somewhere in the penthouse. He smiled. If he found it and showed it to Repairman Frank, maybe Frank would finally believe that Felix was part of the game. Maybe he'd be allowed to do something other that sit and watch everyone else have fun. "I'll go look for it now!" Felix said to himself. "The sooner the better, after all." Whistling, Felix headed for the apartments, sure that his life was about to change forever.