Cold Heart Chapter 2: Daddy's here for you
Wow, just wow guys. I am in utter shock at the positive reception to the story. I guess I should stop underestimating you guys. So, here is Chapter 2 where Ralph tries to heal his daughter's heart. By the way, BOOYAH! Jeff Gordon starts off the 2014 NASCAR Sprint Cup Series Season with back-to-back top Fives!
The mass of blue pixels that blurred its way through Game Central Station caught the attention of all game characters residing. Cries were heard from the blue pixels as Vanellope glitched her way through the station. Her tiny feet patted the metallic floor as she ran and ran and ran. Her eyes were watery and blurry with her salty tears. She knew that Calhoun could be stern and sometimes a hardass, but she had never snapped at anyone, save for that moron Markowski. But, the worst thing of it all was what Calhoun called her the word that tormented her soul for 15 years.
How? How could The Sarge summon up that much anger and hatred on such a little girl? Sure, maybe Vanellope could get on some people's nerves, but was that a reason to lash out on a nine year old girl? Vanellope remembered how sad she felt when Ralph smashed her kart only a few months ago, but what Calhoun just said to her, took the cake. It was as if a gun was held to Vanellope's heart and the trigger was pulled.
"Vanellope, what happ-?" She heard Taffyta's voice pierced through Vanellope's sobs. The short little President didn't remember even entering Sugar Rush, but she didn't care. All Vanellope wanted to do was go home and cry her heart out. However, Vanellope's instincts didn't take her to the castle, her feet carried her to the one place her heart called home: The secret area inside Diet Cola Mountain. The digital sound of entering the mountain was music to Vanellope's ears as she lurched forward onto he ground where she thought her old spongecake bed was.
"Ow-how-ch!" She cried as her body collapsed on the hard chocolate ground. The pain in her arm that she landed on helped her forget the yelling from Calhoun for a little bit, but it didn't help enough. The radiating heat from the Diet Cola Hot Springs forced more than just tears to fall down her face. Her raven hair was all a strewn over her face and her soft whimpers were slowly drowned out by the loud bubbling coming from the hot springs. The gurgling sounds of the hot springs faded away due to the stomping that was heading right for her. The tiny heart broken President rubbed her arm and wiped her tears and sweat away when a giant hand rubbed her back.
"Hey, how are you doing kid?" Ralph's soothing voice reverberated in Vanellope's ears. His giant hand rubbed her back continuously. It was a normal thing for a father to do for his daughter. She wouldn't lie, Ralph's back massages always made Vanellope feel better when she felt down. Whether it was a horrid day of racing, a scrape or nasty bruise outside of Sugar Rush, or Jimmie Johnson winning another race, Ralph's massages always made her feel better. Yet, deep down in her heart, Vanellope knew it would take a lot more than a back massage to brighten up her spirits. "Vanellope, please talk to me," Ralph begged with some tears brimming on his eye lids. Such as any normal father, Ralph's heart was torn apart when his daughter wouldn't talk to him.
"P-please, let me be alone," Vanellope begged softly. More tears and more whimpers flowed from her hazel eyes that were turning red and puffy. Ignoring her, Ralph crawled onto his knees and flopped over onto his back and picked up Vanellope. The girl had little strength from her crying and didn't refuse. The wrecker laced her across his chest and held her there with his hand. The warmth rising from her father's chest soothed Vanellope's senses, so she snuggled up closer to him.
"Do, you wanna talk about this Vanellope?" Ralph asked softly. It felt good to cuddle with his daughter; this was the last thing Ralph could think of to help make Vanellope feel better. Vanellope's nose sniffled and she shook her head into Ralph's overalls. "Shh, it's okay, we don't have to talk if you don't want to," the wrecker cooed the president and gently rocked her. "It's okay, Daddy's here," Ralph said and pecked her forehead.
"W-why Ralph?" Vanellope sobbed quietly.
"Why, what kid?" The wrecker replied.
"Why did The Sarge have to y-yell at me?" Vanellope cried. Ralph hugged her a little tighter.
"Because she has problems Vanellope, and she's just too blind to see what wonderfully caring president you are," Ralph comforted.
"R-really?" Vanellope wiped her nose with her sleeve.
"Yeah, everybody has their own quirky personalities that make them who they are," Ralph explained as he stroked his daughter's hair, "yours make you snarky and witty, and I for one would hate to get into a debate with you," Ralph chuckled.
"What about the Sarge's?" Vanellope retorted. Ralph clicked his tongue several times, trying to think of the perfect way to describe Calhoun.
"Her quirks make her a stone cold meanie," Ralph replied, toning down the real word he wanted to use.
"You can say that again," Vanellope chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess it's her 'Duty' to be a meanie," Ralph joked. Vanellope started laughing at his emphasis on the word duty. "So tell me kid, what did you want to talk to The Sarge about?" Ralph asked curiously.
"I wanted to ask her about boys," Vanellope replied, momentarily forgetting that Ralph was a dad, and dads usually hate their daughters dating.
"And why did you want to ask her that?" Ralph sort of demanded, but in a playful way.
"Well, I uh-" Vanellope rubbed the back of her head, "I kinda have a crush on this one boy named uh Rancis," she said nervously.
"Blonde hair, freckles, Peanut Butter Cup for a hat?" Ralph asked a description.
"That's the one, why did you want to know dad?" Vanellope asked.
"Well, he asked about you when I came running after you," Ralph explained.
"He-he did?" Vanellope asked astonished.
"Yep, he asked me, "Mr. Wreck-It, is Vanellope alright? I'm just worried about her," Ralph said in a fake British voice.
"R-really? He was worried about me?" Vanellope slightly blushed.
"Apparently," Ralph replied, "now normally kid, I wouldn't want you to date," he began, causing Vanellope's eyes to light up, "but since I want you to feel better, I'll help set up a little get together for you and uh-" Ralph snapped his fingers, trying to think of the boys' name.
"Rancis," Vanellope said for him.
"Yeah Rancis, I'll help you because everybody eventually has to find their someone, but no physical contact, not even holding hands okay?" Ralph asked.
"Aw c'mon dad," Vanellope playfully whined and kissed Ralph's cheek, "Thanks for making me feel better daddy," Vanellope yawned and curled up again on Ralph's chest.
"Anything for my little girl," Ralph smiled and laced his hand over Vanellope and shut his eyes himself.
End Chapter 2
Aw, how was that tender Father/Daughter moment?