Ralph should have known that the guy was bad news from the start, and like a total brick-head he let the creep come over and start up some small...
She knows that she’s brave and strong, and that she can take on most challenges without batting an eyelash at the scarier aspects, but….this is...
4 months ago
I let out a sigh, scrutinizing the plans for the new Niceland apartments that I had just drawn out. Tapping the eraser of my pencil on the desk in front of me, I pried my mind, trying to think of any adjustments that needed to be made.
When I heard about the game, ‘Minecraft,’ I knew what I needed to do. I’d build the apartments there just like they had been in ‘Fix it Felix Jr.’ and the Nicelanders would then be able to live in a place that felt familiar. They never were much for change, and the unplugging our game was a huge one. It was a hard blow for everyone. This was a perfect opportunity that was waiting to be taken.
My friends listened as I told them about my plan, and at first they were unsure of the idea. I can’t blame them for that. I’d be wandering into another game where anything could go wrong… But, somehow, I had managed to convince them that everything would be fine. Despite having their worries, they were mostly supportive in my decisions.
Though, there was one person who still expressed his uneasiness with the whole idea…
“Hey, Felix…Can-can I come in?” I turned in my chair to see Ralph standing behind the screen door to my private gingerbread house. Speak of the devil.
“Of course, brother! Come on in.” I set the plans and my pencil down on the desk and went to open the screen for him as he squeezed his way through the doorframe. “Is there something you want to talk about?”
“Uh, actually yeah. Felix I just- are you sure you want to do this whole ‘Minecraft’ thing?” He looked down at me, his face held a confused and concerned expression.
I sighed and gestured to the couch. He sat while I took a seat in my desk chair, leaving a bit of space between us. There was silence as I stared at my boots, and knotted my fingers, trying to find the right things to say.
I looked up and he was looking at me, waiting; his expression unchanged.
“Ralph… Have you ever had a moment where you knew that you needed to do something, no matter the cost?” I watched as the wrecker’s gaze dropped to the floor.
“Yes,” he sighed. He knew what instance I was referring to. It was an unfair card to play, and I was regretful. But it was the only thing I could think of that might convince him that this was a thing I had to do. “But this is different. The Nicelanders already have these ginger houses to live in. You don’t need to go an build a new place in some game you don’t really know anything about.”
“They aren’t happy, Ralph. Sure, they’re grateful…but they just seem so…so downhearted. I can’t just pretend that everything’s fine when they aren’t.”
“They just need some time to get used to things.”
“It’s been a year, Ralph.” I raised my voice a little, and Ralph froze. “Ralph, ever since our game got unplugged they just haven’t been the same cheery folks, haven’t you noticed? Maybe they’ll never be the same, but I have to try to make things better. I have to fix this.”
Ralph sighed, his hands on his knees. “Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he muttered. “You could use some help though. I could help you.”
“Ralph, that’s kind of you to offer, and I don’t doubt that you’d be great help. But I think it’s best I do this on my own.” I swallowed, not liking where this conversation would be heading. Ralph’s brows furrowed.
“This is going to take a long time, working together or not. I’m talking months, Ralph. It’s going to be hard work, and it’s my crazy idea… I guess what I’m saying is I don’t want to have to put anyone else through this whole building ordeal. Besides, you should stay here with Vanellope; she’d miss you too much if you went with me… The Nicelander’s are my responsibility. It’s my job to-“
“It WAS your job, Felix!” It seemed like it was Ralph turn to raise his voice. I felt a pang in my heart when those words came out of his mouth. I knew he didn’t mean it. He was just upset…but it still hurt.
“I know you feel like you have to fix every little problem on your own because that’s how it’s always been, but things are different now! You’re not their superintendant anymore! You don’t have to bend over backwards and do everything for them all by yourself like you used to.”
“I WANT to, Ralph,” I hopped up from my seat. “No one asked me to do this. I’m doing it because I know it’s the right thing to do. Even if I’m no longer superintendant, I still care about their well-being. The least you could do is show a little support! I can-”
“Fix it! Yeah, I know. Big surprise!” Ralph stood too, towering over me, fists clenched. “You know what Felix, you just go ahead. Leave all of your friends and your wife to work on some stupid project that’ll get yourself killed.” As he shouted, he made his way to the door and accidentally ripped the screen off the hinges in his anger. “Because that’s just fine and dandy with me!” He contorted himself to get out of the door, and slammed the screen shut, only for it to fall inside the living room when he left.
The day after, Ralph had come to talk with me again. He told me that he understood why I wanted to do this, and that he was sorry that he wasn’t more supportive. I think that he needed time to think things through himself, plus, I believe he had a long talk with both Tammy and Vanellope on the subject.
“I’m sorry too, Ralph. I shouldn’t have raised my voice.” I said.
“You raised your voice?” He joked.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Ralph smiled and held out a fist, which I bumped with my own before inviting him in to look at the plans I had drawn out for the new apartments.
(( I imagine that Felix has a real problem with accepting help from others. He was programmed to be the sole caretaker for all of the tenants of the Niceland apartments, and he’s just so used to taking care of everything by himself ))