Falling Into the Movies.

(1) Visiting the Realm.

(A/N, the whole story will not be like this, this is just an introduction)

~Hello! I'm Layella! Nice to meet you!

-And I'm Terry. How are ya?

~Anyway, I'm thirteen, one hundred and six pounds, I have wavy, shoulder length medium brown hair with a blue streak in it, and I have green eyes. Although a lot of people can't wait to grow up, and get lives of their own, I'm terrified of it, and personally can't believe I'm going to be fourteen JUST NEXT YEAR! Okay, anyway, that's not the point. I'm very naturally sarcastic and smart aleck, but I'm almost always joking, and I'm never really mean to anyone; or at least I try not to be.

-I'm fifteen, weigh one hundred forty-three pounds, and me and Layella are a lot alike, if you couldn't tell. I can't believe my family an I are growing up so fast, and just that time's going by so fast in general. Anyway, I have short dark brown hair, and blue/green eyes. I'm very laid-back, and I try not to get angry with people, and if I do, it's usually only for a short while. Our father works five days a week, until about six O'clock P.M., and him and Layella don't get along very well. I have a ten-year-old little sister with straight shoulder length medium brown hair, and can be a bit- okay, very mischievous. Her name is Lasandra. Our father's name is Jonathan, and our mother's name is Sierra. That's really all you need to know!

~Except we're awesome.

-Sure, that too!

~Do you think we'll get to meet Anna and Elsa?

-I don't know, perhaps?

~Yay! Okay, anyway, enjoy!

-Yes, enjoy!

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It was already twelve O'clock when Layella started waking up. She had heard her mother telling her to get up, but stayed in bed for awhile longer anyway. She was finally getting up and stretching when her brother, Terry, came in. "Wow, you DO still exist!" He exclaimed in mock astonishment.
"Yeah, and I plan to for awhile yet!" She knew Terry was just joking, and so was she. She and Terry weren't the average bickering siblings; they rarely had arguments or fights, but don't be fooled. They do happen. "We're not going anywhere today, are we?" She hadn't heard anything about it, but she wanted to make sure; her and Terry were quite antisocial.
"Nope."

"Good."

She grabbed her iPod, her headphones, and her book, and made her way into the living room. She heard a shout from her mother before she put her headphones on: "Hey, won't somebody go take care of the chickens, and let them out?" She jokingly replied
"Have fun with that, Terry!" and got the response of
"I always do it, you can do it this time."
'He knows I was just joking... right?' Layella thought to herself. "I was just joking, and you know that!" She yelled to him.
"Whatever!" came the reply. This must be one of his bad mood days. But then, usually Terry's bad mood days are also Layella's bad mood days. Terry then appeared at the doorway. "Seriously, though. Don't you think you can do it?"
'Is he deaf?' Layella thought. "Yeah, and I said I would!" He looked slightly regretful, but mainly defiant.
"Well, so sorry, miss, but I didn't hear you!" Layella got up to do the job, and accidentally stepped on Terry's foot. Terry then shoved her, half angry, and half joking. But all accident, Layella started falling towards the television. She grabbed onto Terry's shirt as she tumbled over one of her little sister's toys, heading further in the direction of the television. But as she thought they would crash into the television, and have their mother screaming at them, she found herself falling, and falling, and falling, in an endless free-fall. She desperately called out to Terry in her chaotic confusion and terror. She heard a muffled reply, and all of a sudden she landed. She imagined all of her bones would be crushed, and she'd be lying limp and bleeding, as her blood carried the last of her life from her body, but she found she was able to sit up, and saw herself unharmed. She expected to wake up any second now, to find herself in her bed, or on the recliner she had been sitting on, about to listen to her headphones, but when she lay back down, she just felt a cold hard floor--far too realistic to be a dream.
'Do we have a secret basement or shelter that I was never told about?' she couldn't help but wonder. Then she realized. Terry! "Terry?! Terry!" She looked up for the first time and saw only white. White as far as she could see. She thought for a moment she had hit her head when she fell onto the television, putting her in a coma, or giving her brain damage. Perhaps it had knocked her out? Or, the worst, perhaps she had gotten electrocuted, and would not wake up. 'No', she told herself. 'That didn't happen.'. She just hoped it was true. Then she remembered the search for Terry. She thought she could hear a groan in the distance, and she stood up to look around. "Terry?!" she called.
"Layell... Layella?"
She could hear him! She glanced around desperately. "Terry? Where are you?!" She was relieved to hear he didn't sound injured, just dazed and confused. Finally, she spotted him, about twenty-five feet behind her. "Oh, Terry! Terry, are you okay?"
He stood up. "Yeah, fine.." Then he looked around. "Uhh. Am I- are we dead? Dying?" He put a voice to her concerns.
"No, I don't believe so..." Suddenly she couldn't take the fear. "Terry, what do we do?! I'm so confused!" He didn't look as if he had a confident answer, and Layella felt bad for putting her worries on him. "No, I'm sorry, I lost a little self control there..." She trailed off. The floor they were on was still white, but their surroundings looked like television static. She didn't feel trapped, as in being in a room with a green-screen, she felt as if she were on a field, with fresh, open air, and she couldn't understand her surroundings. 'But then,' she thought, 'is any of this making sense?' suddenly she knew what they had to do, and she took off running. She got to where the static looked stretched, and as if it was easing off. Then she saw a door. As she went towards said door, Terry caught up to her.
"Do you think we should open it?"

"Of course we should." she hoped she sounded convincingly confident; or at least more confident than she felt. She grabbed the door knob, and started to twist it, a fresh jolt of fear making her tremble. Then finally, she opened the door. What she saw there, was Game Central Station, from Wreck-it Ralph. She looked at Terry. He looked back with utter fear and confusion, and only blinked. She stepped forward, into the strange realm, and heard a young, somewhat raspy female voice.

"Hello! My name is Vanellope! What's yours?"

Their journey had begun.

A/N DISCLAIMER: of course you all know I don't own any characters or movies I may use, it's just a harmless little fanfiction, waiting to be read. Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you stick around for more! ~Dustpaw.