A/N: Hey guys! My writer's block is now completely gone, and I'm more than happy to write again.

Oh, and last week I just got my HKDSE results and I got good grades! (Give glory to the LORD) I have went and applied for a few degree courses, and hopefully I'll be able to study again in September. And then, I just received some cool news on WIR2 at the D23 Expo; made me more excited for the second installment (GO RALPH!) And then to top it off, dad had just given me a great present: the Wreck-it Ralph pin from the Disney Store 30th Anniversary limited release pin set, and I love it to bits! I really couldn't think of a more better way to fully end the HKDSE experience. And yes, there's no way that I'm going through that again. :D

That aside, I'll go straight into the story, and I hope you'll like it, for I had a ton of fun writing this one.

Chapter 8

RJ

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I mutter as I stomp into the forest, snapping twigs underneath my feet like I just don't care. I know I shouldn't have followed Vanellope, I knew I shouldn't have gone over and listened to Ralph and Felix's conversation. They now know it: they now know that something is wrong with me, something other than the obvious glitches. They may now know that I cannot stay here in the game.

But where else can I go? I'm a glitch, I'm stuck here.

I hear the sound of rushing water as I approach a river, with a bridge built over it. I stand by the side of the river, bend down on my knees, and peer down into the water. A man's face, greatly similar to Ralph's, skip for two floppy strands of hair over his eyebrow and extremely green eyes, glances back at me.

I reach out my hand and touch the reflection, my finger swirling along the watery features. I let out a small sigh, the anger now completely burnt away. It is so plainly obvious that I am not much more than a recolor of Ralph himself, that I am not someone important in the game, but rather a person that is forced to stay because of his disabilities. I can hear that Ralph is trying his hardest to defend me in their conversation, but I can tell at the same time that he is not far from finding the truth about me.

And when he does, I am pretty sure that he'll be the first to lock me up again.

I withdraw my finger and wrap my arms around my body, racking back and forth as I feel tears roll down my face. I so want to reveal, so want to tell everybody the truth, but now I have come this far, I cannot go back, and am forced to keep moving forward, keep on hiding my secrets…

That's when I notice it…

My finger isn't wet.

I scramble to my feet and run over to the river edge. As I approach, I flail my arms, trying to prevent myself from tumbling into the water, but I'm not fast enough. I fall into the river, the water rising over me as I close my eyes, not daring to know what happened. I hit the bottom of the river and sit up, and very carefully, open my eyes.

The water swirls around me like a brilliant blue wall, but for some reason, apart from the river bottom that I am sitting on, I cannot feel anything else. Come to think of it, I don't seem to hear the sounds of the water rushing around me as I did a while ago, nor did I hear any splash as I fell into the water.

I gingerly reach out a hand, as if to try and touch the water, but I feel nothing but thin air. I reach out more, shifting my position as I do so, but still I feel nothing. It is like the water has just…disappeared.

And disappeared it had: the water is nothing but a blue projection, absolutely intangible. I try and swipe at it, but it is like swiping through nothingness.

I start to get worried: the next part of destruction in the game has already begun, and so far no one has any idea to stop it. How long can they move on until they realize that a threat is being brewed in the game, and find that the cause is right in front of their own eyes?

It's no use just sitting here in this blue patch of nothingness; I stand up, completely dry, from the 'water', and walk out to the shore. In the distance, I can hear Ralph's voice and the sounds of fierce destruction. The game is starting, all right, but for how long? For how long will they realize?

I walk away from the now-silent river, feeling the familiar glitch creep up my shoulders, and shutter as the all-too recognizable shaking quakes through the land.

Not knowing what to do at the moment, I just stand here, among the cracks in the ground, gazing up at the building in the distance, hoping that my biggest fears would not be happening soon.

Ralph

"I'M GONNA WRECK IT!"

I begin my routine climbing of the building, smashing bricks and trying to swat the thoughts of RJ and the game off my mind. Focus. I tell myself. Just stay focus. But to be honest, it's really hard to concentrate on your job when so much has happened in the last 24 hours or less.

I glance up at the building, and besides from the usual faces of the Nicelanders peering out from their windows and Felix hammering his work down above, I see a few cracks running down the sides of the building; cracks easy to see by us, but not obvious enough to the players outside. I gulp; how long have they been there? A few hours ago? A couple of minutes ago? Just now? I am starting to worry what Felix and I have gotten ourselves into.

I reach for a ledge and haul myself up. From up here at this height, I can see the whole of Niceland sweeping below me as a picture-perfect landscape. I scan the world around me unintentionally, and see a tiny speck of green in the middle of a field.

"Oh RJ…" I mutter softly to myself, soft enough that no one other than me can hear. While it is a relief to see him come out of the woods, I am still worried what lies ahead for the both of us. We've had about a huge disagreement just minutes before; what if he is still mad at me? Will we make up?

I look back up and then I see it: the window edge in which Felix is standing on suddenly begins to shake and flicker. Without thinking, I quickly shout "FELIX, LOOK OUT!"

Felix, surprised, looks down at me, then at his feet…just as the edge flickers and collapses into nothing. Falling, he gasps, then falls flat on the top of another window ledge 3 floors down.

For a while he just lies there, and frantic, I jump down from my current position and kneel next to Felix. "Felix? You dead?!" I ask, shaking him.

Felix jerks alive in my hands, and backs away from me quickly. "What are you doing here, brother? You insane?!"

"Hey, I just wanna check if you're okay, you died there, Felix! Why do you have to be so harsh towards me?" I shoot back at him.

"I'm glad that you're here for me here, but at least don't do it in the middle of a gameplay!"

I gasp; I had just made a fatal mistake, fatal enough to get our game unplugged for good.

I quickly scramble to my feet and climb up a few more floors, hoping to gain some distance from Felix. But it's too late: the players have already seen my mistake, and I'm betting that they're now calling Litwak to check our game as this very moment.

I just hope that I will make no more mistakes later; but I cannot predict what more the game has in store for us.

…and it is the latter part that got us into big trouble.

The ledge I am leaning on crashes inward, not by my own actions, and I find myself collapsed inside one of the Nicelanders' apartments. Mary's. I hear her screaming as she runs out of the room, trying to get away from me. "Sorry…" I mutter, apologizing to no one in particular. Then I run into the room, though the hallway, and climb up one of the two steel ladders located at the ends of the hallway.

All around me, bricks are flying, windows are being shattered, and screaming, screaming is everywhere. I hear another Nicelander squeal in fright as she is launched quite literally from her apartment, only to be saved by her nearby neighbor.

The steps are becoming harder and harder to climb, have they always been this flimsy? It seems like the steps are groaning and moaning under my own weight, getting weaker and weaker by the moment. I grab for the upper railing, and it snaps under my fingertips, and I flail for a moment, trying to regain my balance.

I look around, and it seems like Felix and all the others are doing the same as I, trying to gain their balance amid the chaos. Like, no one is really caring that we're in the middle of a full-blown gameplay; everyone is just trying to save their skin. I scan and see Felix pulling a Nicelander from his collapsed apartment, and a few have run out and stand in the clearing below me.

Everyone seems to be going downward, but why?

Then it dawns on me, hard: the entire building, not just the apartments, is collapsing down.

And I am still on it.

I try to scramble down from the ladder, but my feet just can't find the rungs. I clutch at the rungs above me, as I feel the whole building tilt towards me. I close my eyes as I lean on the ladder, hoping that what I fear would not happen next.

Then it happens.

The rungs snap. Now both hands and feet completely free, I sail through the air and plummet toward the ground, the building falling close behind me. I open my eyes; just enough to see the building looming towards me like a gigantic, angry wave of bricks and concrete.

"RALPH!" I hear someone call through the chaotic fray, but I cannot make out who it is.

I close my eyes again, hoping that it won't be a huge impact when I hit the ground and the building falls completely right on top of me.

A/N: Okay guys, I'll leave you with a cliffhanger here. And yes, more will be revealed in the next chapter. Till then, that's all from me here!