The Secret Life Of Me - part 1
OKOK iknow it's cringe but!!! I'm making a wreck it ralph fan fic with my OC!!! buckle the fuck up party people and get ready to read the aboniation that is my fanfiction.
I woke up from a night of partying. Of course it was a bad idea to go out the night before work, but bad choices are in my nature. And now I'm paying the ultimate price- a hangover at work, and dealing with loud children. Everyone's dream job.
"Thank GOD work dress is casual. I would NOT survive a corporate job!" I say as I tease my black emo hair. I put on my Waterparks hoodie and ripped jean shorts. My stripped red and black socks and some cute emo accessories. This was my signature outfit, and it made me stick out like a sore thumb.
Working at Litwacks Arcade always had its bennefits. The pay was kinda shitty, but the free food and casual dress made up where money didn't. Most places turned me away on basis of how I look, but Litwack considered my style to be an asset. It made me stand out, and most arcade goers would recognize me easier because of my distinct features and outfits.
I check the time, and race out to my car. My shift started in 10 minutes and I've still yet to leave my house. I pull out for my drive way and speed down to litwacks. Road safety? What's that? Like I said, bad decisions are my middle name.
"Astrid! You made it! I was starting to think you would show!" Litwack greeted me jokingly. I was normally there 15 minutes early, but due to my hangover I was running late. I put in my best work face and smiled
"Hi, litwack, ready for another day in paradise?" I say with a laugh. He returns the setiment with a laugh and nod.
I'm doing a final sweep up of the place. The arcade had closed and litwack was finishing his polishing of the machines. He always made sure that they were in the best shape and condition. As he's finishing up, he turns to me.
"Astrid, I'm gonna have you close up today. I want you to finish cleaning and when you're done you can lock up and go home."
"Alrighty! That works out!"
And with that, Litwack was out of there, and I was left to my own.
On nights like these, I'd give myself an extra hour to game on the consoles. Nobody was around and I had free-range of all of the games. So I headed to my favorite one- Wreck It Ralph. It had been a favorite of mine since I was a young kid, and playing it always brought back memories.
As I walked towards the machine, I realized it had a glow about it- a glow that I hadn't seen before. It had a cyan aura and a soft hum that called to me. A part of me felt weirded out, I knew it wasn't normal, but I couldn't walk away. I needed to know what this was. Bad decisions were something that was second nature to me, when my head screamed no my impulse screamed yes.
The aura glew brighter and I grew closer.
So I did. And as I put it in, my vision went dark all around me. Next thing I knew, I was laying on the cold, hard concrete surrounded by voices. I raised my head to see where I was, and I was met with a group of small people surrounding me, and a man with a golden hammer
"...I think the mushrooms I took are kicking in..."
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