Wreck-it Ralph Rancis Fluggerbutter Novels & Stories

"I already met him downstairs." "Really?" Ralph's sour expression instantly vanished, replaced by a wide, beaming grin. Then, his eyes fell on the small jar in my hands. His smile turned knowing. "Ah, I see now. I was wondering why that boy suddenly decided to drop by out of nowhere. So, that Healing Ointment was for you!" Ralph cleared his throat, leaning in slightly. "This scar-removal cream is my own secret recipe. Did he explain to you how to apply it?"

They saluted him like soldiers before doing what he said. Ralph wanted to sit on the swing once to check the strength because he saw the edge of the rope which is attached to the swing was a bit brittle thus he tied it with the new rope before sticking the flowers but it’s better to check it once again. He put the tool box aside and sat on the swing with his full weight. Ralph let out an approval smile moving his body back and forth. It's not weak, she can sit on it……wait…..who is behind him?...before he can see who it is Luc pushed him to the ground angrily yelling at him.

He laughed at my question exposing old rotten teeth. “I am Rafiki,” he said with a grin. My burst of laughter echoed through the jungle. The old bastard had said the name of the exact character he had reminded me about. He had said that was his name. The name of the same baboon he had a splitting resemblance with. I laughed harder. I could see he wanted to talk but my bouts of laughter denied him the opening to speak. He waited patiently as I made sure I had my fill. Finally, my laugh dwindled to just mild giggles.

Baz was quick-witted and barked through the voice changer. That got Ralph worried. Squirming in the sack, he said hastily, “We agreed that I’d go to Treats Galore with the old geezer at their grand opening because I have connections with them. We’d cut the ribbons together and I’d spike the cream puffs with cyanide. Then, I'd got sixty million dollars for my trouble. “The old geezer got lucky and survived. But what does that have to do with me? I’ve paid off my gambling debts with the sixty million dollars I got from you. I don't have a cent left. I-I can’t afford to pay you back, Sally!”

Jasper asked. "It's alright. I can eat the meatballs later. I'm not hungry anyway. I'll freeze the rest in the refrigerator and write down the type of meatballs on the bag. You can cook them for the children tomorrow morning. They wouldn't turn bad if they were put in the fridge. Oh yes, Young Master Ralph likes apples and nuggets, right?" Natalie asked cautiously. "No, Ralph hates apples as it hurts his teeth. He likes having nuggets, but he's allergic to prawn-based nuggets." Jasper explained.

Ralph wanted to smash Ric’s head to the wall for talking about his fucking dirty deed. Because of his fucking corrupted brain and thoughts, he doubted his little wolf and hurt her. Because of him, he lost his Klara and his daughter. The urge to kill Enrico intensified but he tapped his fingers on the armrest, controlling his anger. Ric thought Ralph would explode if he provoked him but he just sat there calm and comfortable which didn’t sit well with Ric. How can he let Ralph live in peace while he is in hell?

Ralph angrily interjected, “You’ve deceived me! All the talk about how much you love me was a lie, wasn’t it? You knew I’m not your real son, so you tried to make a fool out of me, isn’t that right? You told me everything belongs to me, and now you’re giving me nothing! Everyone in the Russell family is a liar! Fine. I’ll destroy everything if you don’t want to give me anything!” Enraged, Ralph got up and flipped a coffee table with a kick. Then he grabbed a chair and smashed it into the TV before him. “Nothing! You’re giving me nothing!” He thought of the things the family had taken from him and did not hesitate to destroy them. The thunderous crashing and banging echoed through the phone.

“But that’s all you’re to do.” Ralph grew a dirty smile. “Hunt down the Rotter!” He bawled.

I said while looking at the woman now bathing in frappe. I flipped my hair and walked away from them. Bad vibes!