A/N: Oooookay, guys, I'm gonna be honest with you here; I had actually finished Unlocked up to Chapter 6, but only posted them on my Deviantart (name's WreckitAriel, BTW). So now I'm just gonna go and post the rest of the chapters as quickly as I can.

Enjoy, my friends! :)

Chapter 2

Ralph

For I while, I just stare at the being, AKA the so-called 'brother', before us.

A fight is going on inside me. 'Brother?!' I think, 'what brother?'

A few moments of awkward silence pass until RJ breaks it.

"Yeah, I see you're all looking a bit confused. Well, my friends, so am I; after all, I've just been unlocked."

I shuffle forward a few steps towards RJ, and cautiously extend my hand. "Hey, there. I'm Ralph, Wreck-it Ralph."

"Hey there bro," he replies, beaming, and then shakes my hand with great gusto.

Then for a brief moment, so brief that I could have missed it, RJ's arm briefly flickers with green sparks, and then returns to normal.

"Wait, is he glitching?!" My mind briefly drifts to Vanellope, and the way her code behaved every time she glitched. RJ continues to shake my hand as if nothing has happened.

'He's a glitch.' I think. 'Is this the reason why he's…'

At the same time, although I'm not sure if I had imagined it, I feel a slight tremor beneath my feet. So slight, it may not have happened at all. I quickly look beyond RJ, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

'Na, I must have imagined it.' I shake off the thoughts, and release my grip on RJ's hand. I step away to let the others come closer.

While the others seem skeptical towards RJ, he greets them all with the same excitement. As I watch from behind, I can't help wondering why winning the game had unlocked a sort of palette-swap of me. I know that in Sugar Rush, there are quite a few racers who are simply recolors of certain characters, but as far as I'm concerned, this is only happens to racing games, not games like us!

"Wait, so you're saying that Ralph had a brother?!" I hear of the Nicelanders ask.

"Why, yes." RJ replies. "I was born not long after he was." He smiles, his arms planted at his sides.

We are so focused on our newcomer that we fail to notice that light from the arcade has fallen in through our screen again, and that our game has been reset back to the first level.

I hear the sound of another coin being dropped, meaning that another player has come and the game is starting again. "We'd better move away, so that we'll not be seen by the player, especially RJ." Felix says.

The Nicelanders run back to their places in the building, while Felix, RJ and I scurry to the forest beyond the building. That's when it hit me "shouldn't RJ have some kind of role in the game? I mean, we unlocked him and all,"

"Maybe," RJ shrugs. "But honestly, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do during the game. Do I, uh, just go in and smash things, or, um…"

"Similar, similar," I quickly say, clutching his shoulders. "You just stay here, away from the screen. Watch and see how we do it." I stop briefly, then continue "look, we don't have much time to access your past and your role, let alone giving you a proper lesson on the game. So, just, uh…"

"Yeah, RJ, listen to Ralph. Seeing your appearance, I believe that you may have a role similar to that of him, follow what he does, okay?" Felix asks. "Oh, and avoid getting seen. The players might freak out when they see an extra wrecker without proper reason." He takes one more look at RJ and runs off.

"Got it." RJ cocks his head and runs further into the forest.

The nagging feeling is back again, and I cannot help wondering what or who RJ really is. But this is not the time for answers. I run far back behind the building and back to the other side of the game, just as the level started.

"I'M GONNA WRECK IT!" I yell. But just before I moved, I feel another slight tremor quake through the ground again.

"Did you feel that?" I mouth, but no one seems to notice.

I dismiss the thoughts once more and entered the game.

RJ

Peeking out from the woods, I watch in awe as Ralph savagely tears the building with his bare hands. Without much thought about it, I look down at my own oversized bare hands.

'Can I do that?!' I wonder. Am I coded to be a real wrecker, like Ralph?

After a few more levels, it becomes clearly obvious to me of what I'm supposed to do in the game: I am supposed to help Ralph destroy the building as much as possible, and Felix will go and fix the damage; if he fixes it in time, we'll be tossed off the side of the building and into the mud below. I wince, 'this is not a good idea.' I thought.

I feel a glitch pulse through my code again. Somehow, I feel relieved when I heard that there was not much time to search my code for clues about me. Somehow, a part of me wants to shrink back into the shadows, back to my grey old prison. Somehow, a part of me wants to just go out and blurt everything to Ralph, but the other part tugs me back tightly.

I wanna tell, I so wanna tell, but this might ruin the possibility for me to become firmly implanted in the game, to become a real character, to live out my life properly.

I don't want them to know my secret…

I don't want them to know the real reason that I was locked up…

I look at the building, and Ralph leaping on and off windowsills to break the walls and windows.

I think he believes me with all his heart.

I'll tell him more later, I'll think of something. I need to speak carefully, for every wrong word could result in me going back into lockage.

This is my new beginning, my new life, and I won't ruin it.