Author's Note: To help keep the two differentiated, I've given the older Vanellope the nickname Vannie, though Ralph will come to the conclusion of using that name on his own later on.
This was back when Ralph was sitting at the entrance of Hero's Duty.
"Tomorrow's races can't come soon enough," a cheerful man's voice rang out, laced with excited laughter, "Oh, what's the matter, son? You seem down. Here, have some candy."
Ralph looked at the guy strangely. He was an old man with a crown atop his head, a purple coat, and his pants resembled a small pillow with yellow stripes on it. Who's this guy? A crowned clown?
"My momma always said not to take candy from strangers," Ralph quipped, staring at the strange old man. A girl standing near the old man laughed, bringing Ralph's attention to her. She looked just like that kid from Sugar Rush, who from his perspective, was 'talking smack' to him. But she was much older, much taller, her head would reach up to his chest had he been standing. Maybe the game's screen was playing tricks on me..
"Stranger?" the old man laughed, "I'm no stranger my boy, I'm King Candy, rightful ruler of Sugar Rush."
Vannie stamped on his foot. Technically I'm the rightful ruler, Dad.. She smirked at Ralph with great interest. This guy is interesting.. Kind of reeks though. Is he a hobo?
"Ouch! And this is Vanellope von Schweetz, my daughter," King Candy said excitedly. He pressed a small candy into Ralph's hand. It was easily dwarfed by the size of Ralph's hands.
Vannie fought the urge to ask him about it. Why are his hands so freakishly big?
"It's not chocolate is it?" Ralph asked as he stared at it. I'm not really in the mood for candy, but I'll take it.. I don't want to insult these guys. I may be a Bad Guy, but I'm not a bad guy..
"No no, Werther's Original," King Candy said with a chuckle, "It's caramel."
"Hey, you're not a hobo are you?" Vannie asked sheepishly. Sorry, I have to ask..
"Dear, that's very rude," King Candy said chidingly, "I'm sorry about that.."
Vannie scoffed and crossed her arms then looked to the side briefly. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
"I am not a hobo!" Ralph said in an annoyed tone, "Well, I live in a tree stump, but it's comfortable enough.." Rude question to ask someone you've just met. Heck, even someone you've known for a while. Why did I add that I live in a tree stump? They don't need to know that.. His face felt hot when he was hit with a sudden surge of embarrassment. Vannie laughed, which only made things worse. Ralph was nearly getting angry when he was distracted by King Candy's words.
"Why don't you come with us for a while?" King Candy asked cheerfully, "We were just on our way back."
"Go where?" Ralph asked, somewhat rolling his eyes. Your daughter insults me and you expect me to follow you just anywhere?
"Why Sugar Rush 2, of course!", King Candy said with an excited laugh, "You're sitting right next to it." He pointed upwards at the sign.
Ralph sighed. There isn't really anything I'm doing right now other than waiting, so I guess it can't hurt. I'm sure Alex will tell the others where I'm going. "Alright," he said while getting to his feet, "I'll take you up on that offer." I hope this game is more reasonable..
They each grabbed a candy go-kart a ways inside the entrance to get to the game. Ralph didn't know how to work the controls, as if his hands and feet would allow it anyway, so he instead just used his hands to propel the kart forward. He was always good at using his hands for some reason. Especially for wrecking. Luckily the wires were well insulated, otherwise he'd have gotten more than just nasty burns on his hands to say the least.
While 'driving', Ralph came upon a sudden realization. How am I going to stop? When it came time to do so however, Ralph managed to not wreck something for a change as he used his hands to come to a spinning, skidding stop. I'm not tempted to try that again any time soon..
Vannie smirked and crossed her arms as she watched his display of 'skill'. "Not bad, uh.. What's your name again?" she asked. I guess it was too much to expect him to drive, what with those ham-hands..
"Ralph. Wreck-It Ralph," he said plainly. I guess I should have said so sooner when they introduced themselves.. But they also should have asked sooner, so it's not all my fault.
"Oh! You're the guy that was yelling earlier!" Vannie said with an excited smile, "I was wondering what that was all about." You are going to tell us, right? I didn't quite catch it all.. We just heard a bunch of yelling. But your voice I remember.
"Yes, tell us my boy. We were all very curious," King Candy said curiously with a warm smile.
"I guess you're the new game that got plugged in," Ralph said with a sigh while running his fingers through his hair. The two nodded and smiled. "The owner had to replace the surge protector because it was old or something, and there wasn't room for another game anyways. For one reason or another my friend Felix and I stayed back in our game and our memories were wiped with its highscores." I guess I can call Felix a friend at this point anyways.. It sounds right..
"Poor boy, losing your memory," King Candy said earnestly as he patted Ralph on the arm, to Ralph's slight annoyance, "That aside, not that it's unimportant mind you! Let's give you a tour! Oh, but I'll drive you this time, no offense."
King Candy entered a code just inside the entrance of the game at what appeared to be some kind of parking garage. The door slid up to reveal a four-seated kart which was coated with white sugar sprinkles, giving it a shimmering look.
King Candy suddenly got excited as they got in and he drove the three of them off towards the castle with Ralph's feet sitting in the back seats.
Vannie was sitting in the front passenger seat laughing to herself at Ralph's ridiculous size compared to them. Especially compared to her extremely short father. This guy is just too much.. This is great!