#(chat:felix)

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Break It Fix It | Ralph and Felix

Ralph rolled his arms, arming up his shoulders. He was still getting used to this new frame. It was a change, form his disproportionate arms and torso, relative to his legs. He was still taller than everyone he knew, though, so that was some familiarity in this world. He found himself, more often than not, feeling lonely. He missed his friends, and it seemed that none of them had made it here. Ralph was starting to resign to his fate. They had most likely been deleted in that battle against the Cy-Bugs. The thoughts plagued him, and he shook his head, leaning against the base of the crane. They had been sent to a lot, to demolish an old house, and now that that job was fully done, Ralph had to stay here and wait for the contractor to check up on their work. They would bring new life to what Ralph had wrecked. It was a bit poetic, to know this cycle of breaking and rebuilding was still something that was present in this new world. 

He heard someone calling his name, announcing they were going to go, that the contractor was late. He rolled his eyes. It was just a typical day. He took a bottle of water from his back, and took a large gulp from it. When he heard footsteps behind him, Ralph turned, and lifted his eyebrows up. “Hello, what can I do for-” His mouth hang open as he saw the man that apparently was the contractor he had been waiting for. He bliked a couple of times, as if he was trying to make sure the image before him wouldn’t fade. No. He wasn’t hallucinating. Felix. It was Felix. He felt the blood rushing through his ears. He was still getting used to that feeling. His knees wobbled. “Felix?” He managed to croak out. “Fix-It Felix...?” He wanted to be sure, absolutely sure.