Meeting Vanellope

Hiro’s Point of View

            Friends? I don’t have that many of them. Being the special little shit that I’ve always been friends were never easy to come by for me. For a long time I’ve been ahead of my grade, which means that no one wants to be seen with or be friends with “the immature baby”. Even up through high school I got that kind of crap. I only have two friends my age. Fiske and Vanellope. You’ve met Fiske, but Vanellope Von Schweetz is a completely different story.

            She was the girl that I took to prom. We sat there and made fun of everyone the entire time. She was the only thing that made going worth it. And it fulfilled her dreams of going to a school dance with a gay guy. Why she wanted to do that I will never understand. I wasn’t even going to attend that shitty dance but Tadashi wasn’t having any of it. He’s always wanted the best for me, and still does. That’s why he doesn’t really like Nell. Dashi tolerates her but he doesn’t trust her at all. Is he right in not trusting her? Absolutely. I remember when I first met Nell. We were ten years old and she was hell bent on making my life difficult. I remember it like it happened yesterday because it was so wrought with bullshit it made my head spin…

(Cue really cool flashback intro)

            I was ambling around Litwak’s Arcade looking for something interesting to play, when bullshit came flying out of nowhere. I was waiting for some dork to finish with Mortal Kombat 2 when this girl in the most ridiculous outfit I had ever seen sauntered up to me. Clad in so much mint green you could practically smell the pungent freshness just by looking at her. Coupled with swirly striped leggings, a brown skirt, and a Lucky Charms disaster area of barrettes in her hair, she looked like she Candy Land reject. 

            The walking Altoids container pranced right up to me, grabbed my face, kissed me on the lips, and promptly left. I must’ve stood there for a full minute with possibly the dumbest expression on my face. My first kiss, and I didn’t even say a god damn word to the girl. The shit is this!? I shrugged and decided to just ignore that that ever happened. That is until I reached for my wallet and it was nowhere to be found.

            “Bitch!” I said aloud to no one in particular, attracting a few concerned looks from those around me.

            That sneaky little shit had fucking swiped my wallet! Where the hell was Dora the Explorer with her “Swiper no swiping” crap when you needed her? I quickly started in the direction little miss Junior Mints had swooped off to. Looking through all of the faces throughout the arcade was a little daunting. A sinking feeling in my chest that my wallet was gone forever began eating away at my insides as I frantically continued searching for that brat. Funny, usually it’s me that’s getting referred to as “brat”.

Tadashi is going to kill me. Aunt Cass is going to rip my ear off she’s going to wrench on it so hard. That’s when I saw Minty Fresh over by Street Fighter. My first plan was to simply punch her, get my wallet and briskly leave the arcade, but that’s probably not going to work. She could most likely take me down without even using both hands. I stopped in front of Pac-Man to collect myself. I don’t have my wallet but I still have my dignity. This situation requires at least a small amount of finesse. And I do stress small. Swiper still has my wallet and I’m still pretty pissed about it. Oh well. Things can’t get any worse from here.

Vanellope’s Point of View

            Another day, another pile of wallets to add to my ever-growing collection. I’m feeling pretty proud of myself. I mean, my dad would murder me if he found out about any of this. But hey, I don’t have to worry about that until he finds out. I was strolling through the arcade looking for another chump to rip off, when that dorky looking Asian kid with the messy hair timidly went up to me… asking for help? What the hell?