Vanellope was happy, so her best friend had to be happy, right? Isn't the way it's supposed to be? And it was.
For a while. But only seeing your best friend once a week can make the wait unbearable, and give you an ache when she leaves. And what if she forgot to come? They were connected by the internet, he could visit her. But the internet was 24/7/12/364. Anybody, anywhere, any time of the day could be working her as their avatar. She could be too busy for him.
He wasn't very busy. Sure "Fix-It Felix" was now on the internet now, but how many played it? He could tell you. Not many. Not enough. Not now.
Those were the kinds of thoughts that went through Ralph's pixelated head. And they were making him pixilated.
Sighing, he crawled up onto his pile of bricks and laid down. He moved them around until he was fairly well covered, then rested his head against others.
He frowned and brought his head up. Half-rolling out of the brinks on top of him, he picked up the brick that was so uncomfortable.
It wasn't a broken brick (Did any of the bricks in his game break? He didn't remember any.) "Here's something we don't see in Niceland: A rock."
He was about to throw it away. But didn't. "I'll keep it. I'll have something none of the others have for once."
Cradling his little treasure, he laid back down on the bricks and went to his side. The Niceland Hotel. That's where everybody lived but him. They got beds. And showers. And refrigerators. And...
"Gee, I wish...
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