((First I want to say I love your blog, it is quality and amazing! If its bit any trouble and not to late, could I ask for a drabble for Candy, either Blood or Goodbye? (Trying to be realistic about what would happen between them))
They say the worst kind of person is the one who witnesses catastrophe or evil and does nothing. However, when Ralph happened upon Candice’s unfortunate accident -a flight gone horribly wrong over the peppermint pines racetrack- he found himself rather conflicted.
He didn’t know her, he would admit that from the start, but he found it natural to assume the queen was simply a feminine King Candy-bug; an assumption hardly in her favor when she was left suspended fifty feet over the forest floor with a tree trunk lodged through her carapace. But he’d also learned that everyone -even the multiple versions of the same character- was different; that nightmare-fuel-inducing virus, for example, was nothing like the little swamp-rat that came to visit every great once in a while.
He continued to assess the situation, noting the oil dripping down the sides of the tree and the continuous twitch in one of her legs. In a moment of territorial defensiveness and self-justification, he was about to walk away when Candice lifted her head and saw him. Great, eye contact. She didn’t have to say a word, even if she could; he knew what she was begging of him, pleading for some kind of rescue.
Unfortunately, today’s selfishness outweighed his empathy, and he vanished into the trees as a third cybrid finally made its way to the scene, full of fear and concern.
