Hi there! In celebration of today being the 1 year anniversary of the fandom (apparently the first trailer was released a year ago today), I've decided to upload 2 chapters! Stay tuned for the second one a little later.

Ralph's place wasn't anything special in his eyes: There was a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. The basics, really, since he was the only one inhabiting the shack.

But Felix was impressed by the tiny house nonetheless. All his life, Ralph had been known because of his ability to destroy things, but lately, he'd been surprising a lot of people at just what he was capable of.

"Make yourself at home, Felix. And you," the wrecker paused, reaching up to grab Vanellope off of his shoulder and set her on the floor. "Try not to break anything this time, alright?" He'd already lost a few things due to the racer's hyperactivity, and he didn't feel like cleaning up another mess.

"Oh yeah, like you're one to talk." Vanellope crossed her arms as she was placed onto the floor, and hopped up onto a large couch that was in the living room. Another reason she liked visiting his game was that everything was pretty much made for someone of her size - apart from everything in Ralph's house. So she would always get great amusement by being dwarfed by his 'massive' furniture.

While his friends got settled in, Ralph headed into the kitchen to fetch them all something to drink. He didn't have much to offer, but he figured some apple juice couldn't hurt. The wrecker was mid-pour when his head decided it was done being cooperative; it pulsed angrily, causing him to halt in his actions and take a second to let the unpleasantness pass.

When it did, he exhaled the sharp breath he'd taken in and finished up with the drinks. He strongly hoped that whatever virus was wreaking havoc on Niceland was curable, because those random bursts of pain were not fun.

After a moment, Vanellope's voice broke the silence once again. "You doing ok in there, slowpoke?" The little girl questioned, leaning over in her seat slightly to try and sneak a peek into the other room.

Ralph appeared shortly after Vanellope's comment, carrying three cups in the palm of one hand. "Sorry to keep you waiting, your Majesty," he joked, complete with a sarcastic bow. He handed one of the cups - the smallest one - to the girl and then headed over to hand Felix his before plunking himself into an oversized armchair.

Vanellope held onto the cup with both hands and brought it to her mouth, tipping it back and drinking a little bit of the juice with a satisfied, 'ah!'. It was good. Could use a little more sugar though.

"Thank you, Ralph." Felix nodded towards his friend and cup and drank from it a little. It was nice to just sit back and relax after all that had happened. Though the silence threatened to send him back into thought, and that was something he was trying to avoid for the time being…

Glancing around the tiny home, his line of sight caught on the nearby medals that had been hung up on his wall and he smiled into his drink at the sight. He might have had a ton of the things, but Ralph's actually held real, true meaning. He'd really had to work hard, and take real risks to get them.

A sudden flare-up of soreness had Felix reaching up to rub at his head in discomfort, and though the sensation wasn't overwhelming, it was uncomfortable and left a lingering pulse in his head. Whatever was going on, he hoped they got some answers soon.

He cleared his throat and decided to fill the silence that had fallen over the room.

"So what did you two get up to last night?" Was all he could think to ask.

"What didn't we do, kid?" he asked, smiling in the racer's direction. "Let's see. After Tapper's we came back here and tried to play a board game, but somebody―" He coughed here, but it wasn't due to his sickness. It was to emphasize the "somebody" part of his statement."―kept changing the rules." The big guy shrugged and sipped his apple juice. "But it was fun, I guess."

"Hey, it's not my fault you can't follow simple instructions!" The little girl raised her glass forward to gesture to the wrecker with a large grin, recalling the previous night. They had done quite a lot, and she'd had a great time doing it - despite the fact that Ralph kept struggling over the newly imposed 'rules' that she'd laid down. Still though, if anything, that made the whole thing funnier.

She lifted her drink once again and snickered into it, recalling something else that had happened. "You shoulda seen it," she addressed Felix through her giggling, "I actually managed to get him to run a lap around the house during the 'bonus round'; but Captain Clumsy over here kept tripping up!" She pointed to Ralph again, breaking out into full laughter now at the memory.

Ralph looked half-annoyed, half-amused at the recollection of the previous evening. "Yeah, well. Maybe I wouldn't have tripped so much if there weren't so many obstacles involved," he countered, shaking his head. What the tiny president had failed to mention was that during his lap he'd also had to hop a bit on one leg, and then do a roll once he reached a certain point.

It had been a good night.

As things began to descend into silence once again, the wrecker found himself feeling far sleepier than he anticipated. He finished off his drink, set down the glass, and made himself a bit more comfortable. He heard Vanellope yawn and would have made a 'past your bedtime' comment, but he ended up catching the contagious bodily function and yawned himself.

"Man, I'm beat," he announced, reaching up to swipe at the moisture that had gathered in his eyes from the yawn. "Feel free to do whatever, Felix. I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to leave this chair." Mostly because after a long day it was just the best thing ever. That and he was super comfy.

If there was anything done right in Ralph's house, it was the chairs. They had to be the comfiest, softest chairs that Vanellope had ever sat in; and that was in competition with a hollowed out giant marshmallow. And she, like her larger companion, was pretty tuckered out from the days events. Being the first to finish her drink, she had plenty of time to settle herself into the comfy spot. Her eyes started to grow heavy, and soon enough she leaned over and fell against the comfy cushion, fast asleep.

Ralph was quick to follow, and soon enough it was just Felix left alone in the house. For a moment, he just sat there, kicking his feet absentmindedly against the large couch as he finished off his drink. But being in Ralph's house when he wasn't entirely 'there' did feel a little awkward. So soon the little hero pushed himself off of the couch, and quickly went to the kitchen to place his cup on the counter, before opening the front door and quietly slipping out.

He glanced around Niceland, and if he hadn't known any better, he would have said that everything seemed fine. Apart from the fact that there was basically no activity outside at that moment. Usually there were at least one or two characters wandering around the grounds. But all-in-all, it still seemed very peaceful. Nothing was out of place. It was still quaint and quiet, and the soft sound of crickets could still be heard. Everything seemed normal, and that helped to put him at ease somewhat.

Taking a seat on the steps leading to Ralph's house, Felix just decided to sit there and relax. He certainly didn't want to go back to his and Tamora's home, and he didn't exactly feel like seeing the Nicelanders at that moment either. He knew there wasn't much more he could do for them anyways, until he knew more about what was happening. Though aside from the ache in his head that would occasionally spike up, and a feeling of fatigue, he'd say not much else was wrong.

Except for fact that Tamora was still missing from the picture.

(Tamora's back next chapter.)