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[However, it isn't Ralph that notices the armor-clad stranger first. It's Bossy the Sandshrew who was lagging behind. She scurries around the corner with a very not Sandshrew-sized watch clutched in her paws and runs right into the marine's metal boot with a loud THUNK.]
[Bossy totters backwards, dazed, and doesn't realize what's happening until she's being lifted up, up, up, in a big metal-clad hand. Ralph's visor masks his face, sending only a big yellow reflection the Sandshrew's way when the stars and Pidgey fade from her vision. With a hiss she snaps herself into a little Metroid-like ball. And none too soon because there are heavy footfalls coming the marine's way.]
HEY. This aint a pettin' zoo, pal.
[Kind of ironic for a Rocket to find his Pokemon in somebody else's clutches but Ralph doesn't have time to really apriciate it. He throws out a taped hand, grabs the spaceman's shoulder, and whirls him around with that signature strength.]
[Ralph tilts his head as the small creature curls up, was it okay?
However, he's got more important things to think about when he hears a familiar voice snap at him and he's spun around before he can barely even think about what's happening.
He blinks as he's face to face with, well, himself.
With his free hand, he quickly wrenches off his helmet, wincing as the lack of care causes it to scrape against his head.
At a glance, the two appear identical, however, the one in the armor has a gray tinge to his skin tone, gray hairs mixed in with his brown ones, and there's not nearly enough life or sparkle in his eyes. He's been through a lot and it shows.
He's not spent much time with the original Ralph, but he's definitely aware of his existence.]
Wreck-It, you're here, too?
[They both had a shared nickname as well, though it was easier to call the other by it, since using his own name for him felt strange.]
[In his rush to get his Pokemon back, he hadn't really taken notice of the guy's armor. Once he got a good look at that green visor it came back to him--but Ralph was in for a surprise. He didn't expect the guy to take his helmet off to start this confrontation and he really didn't expect to see his own face underneath! The rocket grunt recoils.]
[What is--]
[He briefly wonders if this is what glitching feels like because his head suddenly feels fuzzy. That is most certainly his face in there--but different. It was a face that had seen its share of crossed wires. He tugged his mask off. Ralph himself had changed a bit since he'd arrived in Johto, sure. His face was peppered with little scars (mostly from Bossy) and he'd stopped caring about the scruff that was determined to live on his jaw but it was nothing like this ghostly figure.]
Yyyyyyyyeah.
[He turned his head so that he could squint at his double with one eye and then the other. As a game character, it isn't TOO odd to bump into another version of yourself. Several arcades had double cabinets...but the armor didn't just mean this was another Wreck-It Ralph. This was another him.]
[Meanwhile, Bossy pops out of her protective ball and prepares to launch herself off when she notices the face of the man holding her. She looks between him and her trainer and rubs her eyes. She really HAD hit her head.]
Did I...I mean you. Did you ever leave on that space ship?
[This Ralph isn't familiar enough with the original to spot the differences that he's currently facing. As far as he knows, he's talking to the one he's met before, back in Litwak's.
Though, that thought is slowly losing traction, based on the reaction he's getting from the other Ralph.
The question is an odd one and it takes him a moment to figure out how to respond to it.]
I've been on plenty of space ships.
[He tucks his helmet under his arm, it'd be easier to talk with his hands without his gestures waving it around.]
That's 'cause Hero's Duty's my home game.
[Ralph figured that he'd start clearing up the confusion right away. Something was off here, but between them, they'd be able to get to the bottom of it.]
[The Sandshrew lets out a screech and quickly climbs her Ralph's leg so that she could sit on his shoulder and stare wide-eyed at the space marine. Ralph absently reaches up to pet her for what is probably the first time.]
[WOW was this guy confused! Time to spell it out for him.]
Nnnnno. Your--our? Our home game is Fix-It Felix Jr. Why are you-- why? Why all the--this?
[Ralph wasn't expecting either reaction, so it takes him a moment to recover from his shock.
He shakes his head slowly.]
Your home game is Fix-It Felix Jr. Mine is Hero's Duty. Seems like the programmers decided to make me some kinda shoutout or somethin' to you. I've only been plugged in as long as Hero's Duty's been.
[Ralph boggles over that, sinking slowly backwards and sitting on one of the trash cans in the alley. It crumples like a soda can under his weight. He looks up into the marine's battle worn face, the way he holds himself, the way that armor doesn't look quite-so-stolen.]
You're pullin' my leg, how can that be a thing? Nobody even remembers Fix-It Felix Jr! We're the oldest game in the arcade. Wait. Wait, back up. How long has your game been plugged in because the Hero's Duty I know had only been around about a week before uh--
[Ralph gives the original plenty of space. There had been some confusion between them back in the arcade, but it hadn't gone quite like this.]
My Hero's Duty's been plugged in for a few weeks now.
[That timeframe he's given is awfully familiar, Ralph knows what happened a week after his game was plugged in. This Ralph's being a little dodgy about it, so he's unsure if they're remembering the same incident. They hadn't met during the original's little jaunt to Hero's Duty, but this Ralph had helped clean up his mess after he left.]
[The implications of what he's being told are astounding. Ralph's jaw drops as he attempts to process this. After a few moments, he shakes his head to try and clear it, there's something that's rather important that they need to discuss.
He's clearly not the same Ralph he knows, but it seems that events happened the same way at more than one arcade.]
The Cy-Bug...did it come here with you?
[This place was still standing, so it probably didn't, but it was something he had to ask.]
The ship didn't even make it. This game is busted to Namco and back. Hundreds of other characters woke up here, just like me, and nobody knows how to get out of here. So we're part of this game now.
Naturally they stuck me on the wrong side.
[He tugs at his uniform, bearing a big red R across his chest.]
Worst part is, I think everyone else got fried on the way in because they don't seem to get that this is a video game. They all think they're players.
[Ralph runs a hand over his hair, that wasn't exactly good news, but it could be a whole lot worse.]
Did the ship make it outta Hero's Duty?
[The uniform means nothing to this Ralph, so he doesn't understand the whole 'wrong side' thing. He's still preoccupied with the thought of a Cy-Bug on the loose, even if it was a few years ago.
However, there's more disturbing news on the way.]
Really? Well, that's just great. Any clue on what arcade this game's located in?
[If it was a game, then it had a Station, and a Station meant that there was a way out.]
[That wasn't the answer he was looking for, but it's by far from the worst. If the ship did drop off the Cy-Bug in Sugar Rush, it was years ago, so there's nothing he can do about it. Hopefully, if that was the case, then the Sergeant got there in time and managed to seal off the game. That would be horrible for Sugar Rush and Vanellope, but it would at least keep the rest of the arcade safe. But, if all went well, it wouldn't've come to that at all.
Ralph's trying to not dwell on this and the original Ralph's next question helps get his mind off of it.
He nods.]
Yeah, that's what it looks like. Our games are made by the same company, so I guess they just decided to throw me in.
[He drops his head into one of his huge meat hands and makes a few weary noises.]
All this weird time business is gonna be the end of me. Met a kid here a while back who claimed we knew each other. She was alright--kinda gross. But I can't help but ask...d'you know a kid named Vanellope?
[Ralph leaped off the trash cans and nearly lost his Sandshrew again. TWO medals? That's the best news he's heard in...well, ever! Ralph didn't really hear good news.]
An what about the kid? Is she, y'know, alright?
[He didn't know a lot about Sugar Rush, but from what he'd picked up from Vanellope she wasn't exactly having the best time in her game either.]
[He heaves another sigh, but this time it's one of relief. Well...if the Ralph this guy knows can fix the mess he's made...then maybe he can too. Something occurs to him and he looks over at the space man with a lifted brow.]
...What th' heck should I call you, anyway?
[Who knows how long he's going to be stuck here? Ralph figures it'll only be for a few days like the rest of the chaos around them, but it doesn't hurt to be polite.]
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Where'd you come from?
[He's afraid she might be stunned from the impact, so he's going to attempt to gently scoop her up in one of his giant hands.]
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HEY. This aint a pettin' zoo, pal.
[Kind of ironic for a Rocket to find his Pokemon in somebody else's clutches but Ralph doesn't have time to really apriciate it. He throws out a taped hand, grabs the spaceman's shoulder, and whirls him around with that signature strength.]
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However, he's got more important things to think about when he hears a familiar voice snap at him and he's spun around before he can barely even think about what's happening.
He blinks as he's face to face with, well, himself.
With his free hand, he quickly wrenches off his helmet, wincing as the lack of care causes it to scrape against his head.
At a glance, the two appear identical, however, the one in the armor has a gray tinge to his skin tone, gray hairs mixed in with his brown ones, and there's not nearly enough life or sparkle in his eyes. He's been through a lot and it shows.
He's not spent much time with the original Ralph, but he's definitely aware of his existence.]
Wreck-It, you're here, too?
[They both had a shared nickname as well, though it was easier to call the other by it, since using his own name for him felt strange.]
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[What is--]
[He briefly wonders if this is what glitching feels like because his head suddenly feels fuzzy. That is most certainly his face in there--but different. It was a face that had seen its share of crossed wires. He tugged his mask off. Ralph himself had changed a bit since he'd arrived in Johto, sure. His face was peppered with little scars (mostly from Bossy) and he'd stopped caring about the scruff that was determined to live on his jaw but it was nothing like this ghostly figure.]
Yyyyyyyyeah.
[He turned his head so that he could squint at his double with one eye and then the other. As a game character, it isn't TOO odd to bump into another version of yourself. Several arcades had double cabinets...but the armor didn't just mean this was another Wreck-It Ralph. This was another him.]
[Meanwhile, Bossy pops out of her protective ball and prepares to launch herself off when she notices the face of the man holding her. She looks between him and her trainer and rubs her eyes. She really HAD hit her head.]
Did I...I mean you. Did you ever leave on that space ship?
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Though, that thought is slowly losing traction, based on the reaction he's getting from the other Ralph.
The question is an odd one and it takes him a moment to figure out how to respond to it.]
I've been on plenty of space ships.
[He tucks his helmet under his arm, it'd be easier to talk with his hands without his gestures waving it around.]
That's 'cause Hero's Duty's my home game.
[Ralph figured that he'd start clearing up the confusion right away. Something was off here, but between them, they'd be able to get to the bottom of it.]
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[WOW was this guy confused! Time to spell it out for him.]
Nnnnno. Your--our? Our home game is Fix-It Felix Jr. Why are you-- why? Why all the--this?
[He gestures to Ralph's all-of-him.]
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He shakes his head slowly.]
Your home game is Fix-It Felix Jr. Mine is Hero's Duty. Seems like the programmers decided to make me some kinda shoutout or somethin' to you. I've only been plugged in as long as Hero's Duty's been.
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[Ralph boggles over that, sinking slowly backwards and sitting on one of the trash cans in the alley. It crumples like a soda can under his weight. He looks up into the marine's battle worn face, the way he holds himself, the way that armor doesn't look quite-so-stolen.]
You're pullin' my leg, how can that be a thing? Nobody even remembers Fix-It Felix Jr! We're the oldest game in the arcade. Wait. Wait, back up. How long has your game been plugged in because the Hero's Duty I know had only been around about a week before uh--
[YOU RUINED EVERYTHING RALPH.]
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My Hero's Duty's been plugged in for a few weeks now.
[That timeframe he's given is awfully familiar, Ralph knows what happened a week after his game was plugged in. This Ralph's being a little dodgy about it, so he's unsure if they're remembering the same incident. They hadn't met during the original's little jaunt to Hero's Duty, but this Ralph had helped clean up his mess after he left.]
Didja happen to visit Hero's Duty 'bout then?
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A few weeks, huh? Well I got news for you, I've been here a few years. And I did. That's how I wound up here after getting trapped in that escape pod.
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He's clearly not the same Ralph he knows, but it seems that events happened the same way at more than one arcade.]
The Cy-Bug...did it come here with you?
[This place was still standing, so it probably didn't, but it was something he had to ask.]
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Naturally they stuck me on the wrong side.
[He tugs at his uniform, bearing a big red R across his chest.]
Worst part is, I think everyone else got fried on the way in because they don't seem to get that this is a video game. They all think they're players.
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Did the ship make it outta Hero's Duty?
[The uniform means nothing to this Ralph, so he doesn't understand the whole 'wrong side' thing. He's still preoccupied with the thought of a Cy-Bug on the loose, even if it was a few years ago.
However, there's more disturbing news on the way.]
Really? Well, that's just great. Any clue on what arcade this game's located in?
[If it was a game, then it had a Station, and a Station meant that there was a way out.]
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It's all kind of a blur.
[His situation isn't ideal but he can't help but feel sorry for this guy. He's sort of...twitchy almost. But so was that guy he'd met at Tapper's.]
So you're sayin' you're some kind of a-- a cameo?
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Ralph's trying to not dwell on this and the original Ralph's next question helps get his mind off of it.
He nods.]
Yeah, that's what it looks like. Our games are made by the same company, so I guess they just decided to throw me in.
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[Well if you got out more, Ralph, you might.]
[He drops his head into one of his huge meat hands and makes a few weary noises.]
All this weird time business is gonna be the end of me. Met a kid here a while back who claimed we knew each other. She was alright--kinda gross. But I can't help but ask...d'you know a kid named Vanellope?
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Yeah, don't know her that well, but the Sergeant's on good terms with her.
[They hadn't really talked, the kid had sassed him a little because of his resemblance to her friend, but that was about it.]
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I'm havin' a hard time imagining anybody bein' on good terms with her.
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A lotta things changed after you caused all that chaos in Hero's Duty. She mellowed out some.
[The original Ralph was friendly with her, too, but since things were different in this case, he's not sure he should bring that up.]
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[WAIT.]
Whad'ya mean after? How long ago was my, uh, adventure? What happened? Did I ever get that medal? When I woke up here it was GONE.
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[That was probably safe to tell him, right?]
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[Ralph leaped off the trash cans and nearly lost his Sandshrew again. TWO medals? That's the best news he's heard in...well, ever! Ralph didn't really hear good news.]
An what about the kid? Is she, y'know, alright?
[He didn't know a lot about Sugar Rush, but from what he'd picked up from Vanellope she wasn't exactly having the best time in her game either.]
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The other questions are pleasant ones as well, he nods with a smile.]
Everything turned out better than okay.
[It was vague, but hopefully enough to satisfy the other Ralph.]
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...What th' heck should I call you, anyway?
[Who knows how long he's going to be stuck here? Ralph figures it'll only be for a few days like the rest of the chaos around them, but it doesn't hurt to be polite.]
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