Summary: Rhonda is the bad guy of Fix-It Felicia Jr. She wants to prove that she can be a hero, but nobody believes she can do it. Through the friendship of Vancent Von Schweetz, a glitchy character in the game of Sugar Rush, she learns what it really takes to be a hero.

A/N: Basically, this is the movie but genderbent. The movie's plot hasn't changed that much, but I have changed a few things that may surprise some people later on. Also, I've changed the script slightly so that it fits in with the genderbent idea.

I'll give you all the links for the characters on deviantart as soon as I am allowed to list them properly. Just to let you know, I don't own any of the characters, or the characters genderbent names either.

Wreck-It, Rhonda

Chapter One

Bad-Anon Meeting

"OK...where do I start? Right...I'm Wreck-It Rhonda. Hm, let's see. Well, I'm ten feet tall, I live in the dump and I'm the bad guy in my game, Fix-It Felicia Jr. Case you didn't notice from my title, I'm a wrecker; I wreck things, professionally. I'm kinda proud of what I do, but the thing is, wrecking isn't the name of the game; fixing is. That's where Felicia come's in; she's nice enough as good guys can get, but come on, if you've got a magic hammer from your mother, how hard can fixing my damage be? I'm not saying this out of jealousy or anything, but if Felicia was just a regular contractor plumber girl, I guarantee you, she would not be able to fix the damage that I do to the building as quickly. That's why our game's been popular for the past three decades; yeah, I know. Three decades. A lot has changed in that time. Others would say it's kind of sad, but truth to be told, it's kind of lucky. I mean, think about all those guys from Space Invaders. Boom gone. And what about those poor guys from Q*Bobbi. Gone too. I guess I should appreciate my thirtieth year anniversary here, but it's getting kind of hard to love your job when no-one seems to love you for doing it..."

Rhonda sighed, crossing her large arms over her chest. The other members of Bad-Anon nodded in agreement, "Nice share, Rhonda," Cindy, the orange Pac-Girl ghost state, "Truth to be told, we've all gone through what you're experiencing now. Just ask Zingief."

"Hello, I am Zinfief, I am bad guy." The thick, female Russian accent of Zingief was the new center of attention, "Rhonda, I can relate to you; I crush girls head like sparrow between thighs, and think, 'Zingief. Why are you bad? Why can't Zingief be good?' I give a long thought about that, and realize that is why I crush girls head like sparrow between thighs. But then, I think, Zingief, just because you are bad guy, doesn't mean you are bad guy."

The others nodded their heads in agreement once again, "Yeah...I guess..." Rhonda sighed.

"Rhonda, we've been asking you to come here for years. Why is it on this particular night that you decide to show up?" Cindy asked.

"Well...I don't know...maybe it's something to do with my game's thirtieth anniversary..."

The others muttered pleasing comments, "Oh, happy anniversary Rhonda." Samtien smiled, loosing her grip on her weapon.

"Thanks, Satan."

"Um...it's Samtien."

"Sorry."

"Zombi, bad guy!" Zombi slurred, changing the subject, leaning her head on Rhonda's arm, "Good! Bad! Argh! You must love you..."

Rhonda sighed once again; she couldn't keep anything else in anymore; she had to tell her associates what exactly was on her mind, "Look...I don't wanna be the bad guy anymore..."

Everyone gasped in shocked, "You can't mess with the program, Rhonda!" "You're not Going Turbo are you?" Were some of the comments.

"Look, does Going Turbo mean actually being shown attention for once? Huh, does it? Does it also mean getting a pat on the back and a slice of pie once in a while, and not being thrown off the roof? Does Going Turbo mean any of that!" Rhonda groaned, flapping her arms up and down dangerously.

"Rhonda, we understand how you feel. But, we can't change who we are. The sooner you understand that, the better off your game, and your life will be. Let's finish up with the Bad-Anon motto." Cindy finished.

"I'm bad, and that's good. I'll never be good, and that's not bad. There's no-one I'd rather be...then me." Everyone muttered the motto under their breath. Rhonda was the only who didn't participate.

"And, let's close up for the night!" Cindy exclaimed, turning on the deep blue lights that made up the whole maize in her game. The other Bad-Anon members slowly walked out of the ghosts small containment area, and towards the train that lead to Game Central Station.

A/N: Right...kinda a short chapter, but the next one will be longer. Remember, this is just the intro. I'll post the next chapter as quickly as I can, OK? In the mean time...well...I'm not entirely sure. I still have to work out how I'm going to put all the parts of the story into chapters.

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