WIR: Stuck on YouFix-it Felix Jr. slowly took another careful step forward across one of the candy-caned branches he was attempting to balance on. Despite their previous accident with the disappearing branch and Nesquik-sand, Sargent Calhoun was practically galloping across the tree.
"Come on, Fix-it," She hollered way ahead of him. "We don't have all day!"
They were heading for the Hero's Duty ship Wreck-it Ralph had scornfully stolen, rode, and then crashed somewhere in the world of Sugar Rush. Calhoun had mentioned something about a virus ridden cy-bug joining Ralph on his journey, so he knew they had to hurry, but he couldn't help but notice that Calhoun was purposely staying a great distance away from him.
In attempt to catch up with her, Felix zipped forward. He hopped on one branch after another, before one quickly dissipated below his feet. Thinking fast, he hopped onto another branch and sat there a moment to catch his breath.
When he turned to his left, he noticed something growing out of the
WIR: I Can Fix ItThe arcade had just closed, and after a long day of gaming, Fix-it Felix Jr. decided to drop by Hero's Duty to see his girlfriend, Seargent Calhoun.
Upon entering her game, he was accidentally knocked sideways by several cadets making their way to Tapper's to blow off some steam, leaving Calhoun alone in the entryway. He watched her for a moment, her back turned, as she pushed back her bangs and messed with her gun, probably getting it ready for her next mission.
Smiling, Felix walked forward and cleared his throat. "Ma'am?"
Calhoun quickly turned around, smacking Felix right in the face with the barrel of her cocked gun. After a quick glance ahead at nothing, she suddenly heard a wail below her and looked down. "Fix-it!" She exclaimed, kneeling down to his level. "What are you doing here? Are you alright?" She noticed his face was already beginning to bruise.
"I-I'm fine," He managed a smile. The pain seemed to automatically numb as soon as he saw her looking back at him. "I just want
WIR: I Don't (Chapter 3)"So, what's the story?" Vanellope asked, chewing on the end of her straw.
Ralph sighed. It had been a long day. Due to his mind being elsewhere, he just wasn't in the game today, as it were. At least two dozen kids had played their game today and at least two dozen had made it to levels way beyond their actual range, since Ralph often found himself mulling over his current predicament instead of bulldozing down bricks like he was supposed to.
Having noticed his stranger behavior early on, Felix had planned on asking him what was going on as soon as the arcade closed, but having planned an escape route for the past several hours, Ralph managed to quickly shoot out of there and head right for Tapper's.
"While I was here last night," He started, rolling his root beer glass between his hands. "Calhoun came over to me..." He stopped. "Well, she was...a little, I guess you could say, er...under the influence."
"You mean drunk?"
"Oh, please, Ralph!" Vanellope laughed. "Y
WIR: I Don't (Chapter 1)"I really shouldn't have come out to Tapper's tonight," Ralph thought, looking around the tavern, a cold root beer glass in his hand.
The place was surprisingly busy, considering it was a Monday night and mostly everyone there had to be up and ready to play in just a few hours. Vanellope was supposed to meet him there, but now that she was president, she sometimes showed up late to their little get-togethers.
After waiting for about a half hour, Ralph assumed she might have forgot, and decided to head over to meet her at Sugar Rush instead. He gulped down his drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. But just as he was about to get up, he noticed Sergeant Calhoun not too far away, chortling at something one of her cadets just said.
At least, he figured it was one of her cadets. Since Calhoun and Felix had been dating, Ralph had gotten used to seeing the sergeant outside her usual attire, but as far as he was concerned, the people she worked with were nothing more than
WIR: I Don't (Chapter 2)Ralph frantically walked through Game Central Station, both heading for, and trying to avoid his game. The arcade would be opening soon, so he didn't really have a choice, but he still couldn't help considering playing hooky from work today.
No. She said no! How could she say no? Ralph considered heading to Hero's Duty just to make sure he had heard her correctly. She ought to have sobered up by now. Or at least, he'd hope so, seeing how she had to be up and ready to start destroying cy-bugs any minute now.
When he was halfway to the game's entrance, however, he stalled. No. There was a reason why Calhoun was at Tapper's last night. There was a reason she had gotten herself so drunk she could barely stand upright. She had planned on seeing Felix and giving him the news. That's why she was so eager to catch Ralph before he could leave. Of course it would be easier to tell him rather than Felix.
But why? Ralph wondered, returning back to his game. As far as he
HTTYD: Like"Why do I like him?" Ruffnut exclaimed for the fifth time, pacing back and forth in front of her friend.
Astrid sighed, taking the bait. "Who?"
"Fishlegs!" She answered. "Why do I like him? I swear I ask myself this at least ten times a day when I'm with him."
Astrid twisted a loose hair around her finger, sighing again. This wasn't the first time Ruff brought this up with her, of course. Mostly because the previous conversation's never really ended. It always happened the same way:
After repeating her all too common, "Why do I like him phrase" several times, pacing furiously on the ground below her, Ruffnut would usually ruffle her hair and walk off without another word, leaving the other blonde to do whatever she was doing before she interrupted her in the first place.
Astrid released the strand of hair she was twirling. "What do you mean?"
"It just doesn't make sense!" Ruff yelled, exasperated. "I mean, why should I like a guy who goes off-subject just to talk about some stup