VixensShadow

“Cherries from Pac-Man…Eggs from Mario’s…” Muttering under his breath as he wrote out the ingredients he would need to make his pie, Felix never noticed the slight creak of the main door as someone pushed it open. Opening the fridge to check and see if he had enough milk, the hum of the machine covered the soft sound of footsteps as they slowly made their way through the living room, making as little noise on the hard wood floor that they could. Standing on the tips of his toes to pull down the bag of flour to see if he would need to pick any up from Sugar Rush, he never realize that someone was standing behin

Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun was a ‘good guy,’ and while she would never admit it, that title had given her many privileges that she had come to expect. One of those was the instant trust and respect from every character she ran into. Another seemed to be the never-ending drinks at Tapper’s, her every attempt to pay so far having been refused by the eight-bit barkeep. A third, and perhaps the one she enjoyed the most, was the ability to move throughout the arcade without having to answer to anyone. “Sorry about this, Ma’am, but if you would please step to the side? I need to ask you a few questions.” Rai

Even through her armor Tamora could feel the heat of the flames, the building around her beginning to discentegrate as the old, partly rotten wood reached its breaking point. Poking her head through the door, a winced crossed her face as a bullet grazed her cheek, forcing a retreat just as another hit the frame. “Kohut, you almost done,” she called behind her as she blindly returned fire, pausing for a moment when a pained wail told she’d hit a mark, “cause I could really use some help out here.” “Working on it, Tam,” her second in command called from the other room, voice strained as he struggled wi

When Vanellope asked Ralph through Sour Bill to meet her at Diet Cola Mountain, he didn’t ask questions. Having grown used to the princess-turned-president’s antics, he had just shrugged, sighed, thanked the grumpy little ball of candy for delivering the message, and headed on out to find his friend. He also made sure to grab one of the Oreo guard’s spears as he left, for if Vanellope’s ‘surprise’ was anything like the last time she had asked him to show up somewhere without planning it before hand, he was going to need it. She was a good kid, she really was, but she just didn’t seem to completely un

"I want to marry Felix." Kohut glanced at his superior when she spoke, taking a long drink as he appraised her mood. Calhoun was staring into her own drink, nose wrinkled and brow furrowed in irritation (maybe at herself, maybe at Fix-it, probably at the world in general), but there was an almost wistful undertone to her voice and expression. So he shrugged, setting his drink down with a clunk. "Was wondering when you'd get around to it." She glanced at him, blue eyes barely visible behind blonde fringe. "Not gonna give me the 'everyone else already knows' routine, are you?" "No." He paused, giving her the tiniest hint of a grin. "But we