Author's Note: This is written in the POV of a young, 5-year old Ralph. This also follows the theory that Ralph and Felix are truly brothers.
My name is Ralph.
But everyone calls me Wreck-it Ralph.
They call me that because i always break stuff with my big hands.
I don't like it when they call me Wreck-it Ralph.
It makes me sad.
I have a brother named Felix.
He is a nice brother.
But sometimes i think i annoy him.
Felix has normal hands.
And he has lots of friends.
I don't have any friends.
My daddy never lets me go out to play anymore.
I used to play with Felix and his friends.
Until we were playing tag one day and i fell on top of gene and broke his arm.
I didn't mean to break his arm.
But gene's mommy was very mad.
She told daddy i couldn't play with them anymore.
She said my hands were too big.
But i really didn't mean to break gene's arm.
So now i sit in my room all day.
I look out the window and i watch Felix and his friends play.
Sometimes they see me.
When they see me they point and laugh.
I don't like it when people laugh at me.
But people laugh at me a lot.
They laugh at me because i'm so big.
They laugh at my big hands too.
Sometimes i cry when they laugh.
But then they laugh more.
They call me names like destroyer and bigfoot.
But i know i have only one name and it's Ralph.
I sit in my room a lot.
And when i sit i dream.
I dream of friends.
I dream of fun.
I dream of not breaking stuff with my hands.
The other night i couldn't sleep.
So i walked to my window and i saw the stars.
And i made a wish.
I wished for normal hands.
Because then i'd be able to run and jump and play without hurting anyone.
I'd be able to play like a normal kid.
I hope my wish comes true.