My first Wreck-It Ralph oneshot! I'm just having fun with this idea, plus I saw a picture of the idea on Deviantart (which inspired me). Anyway, here we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own Wreck-It Ralph!

Fall of a Fix-It

"Hello? Anybody here?" Fix-It Felix was glancing around Niceland, just returning from quite the evening with his wife Calhoun at Tapper. He knew Ralph wasn't around; he was still at Sugar Rush with Vanellope, catching up and checking on the young princess.

Felix went upstairs to his penthouse, hoping to find either Gene or Mary or any of the Nicelanders poking around. He found no one. Not a soul was around.

"It must be hard being alone, don't you think, Felix?"

The handyman jumped at the sound of the familiar voice. It can't be... Then he turned to see the character of his nightmares at the door, closing it behind him. The pale complexion, red-and-white outfit, and yellow eyes were unmistakable. "Oh. My..."

"Land?" The pale character finished, slowly approaching Felix. "I didn't think you'd be this surprised to see me."

"If you're here to take over this game, Turbo, I won't let you!"

"I already have, you fool. Besides, I doubt that hammer will do much of anything. Unless, of course, you're going to fix me." Turbo laughed. "Anyway, while you were at Tapper with your commando wife, I was...busy. With your codes, that is. Namely yours."

"What?" Felix gasped, "You messed with..." Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head. The handyman dropped to his knees, clutching his head. "What's...going on?"

"Oh, I just corrupted your code. Now you're becoming a virus. One who will help me take over the arcade."

"That's...not... that can't be. I'm...a...good guy..."

"Not anymore, you aren't. You're going to help me infect the other games in the arcade, including Sugar Rush and Hero's Duty. We can't forget about those, can we?"

"You...won't get away...with this..." Felix let out one last scream, then collapsed, blue eyes turning empty.

"I just have, Fix-It," Turbo smiled darkly. "Now awaken, my virus."

Suddenly, Felix's sapphire eyes turned red. He rose to his feet, staring into the ex-racer's yellow ones. Turbo's plan was a success, but he had to make sure.

"How is your precious Calhoun, Felix?" the virus asked.

"Who in the world is Calhoun?" the corrupted handyman asked.

It worked! Just as I knew it would! "Nobody, my little virus." Turbo lifted Felix's chin so that their eyes met, then pulled him into a kiss, then he moved down to the handyman's neck, nibbling on it and drawing blood, which dripped to the floor. The ex-racer lapped up some of it, savoring the surprisingly sweet taste. He pulled back, smirking. "You're going to help me, though."

"With...what?" Felix gasped, dazed from the blood loss.

"You'll see, my dear Felix. Now come with me, we have a few games to...visit."

And thus ends my one-shot! I know it's short, but this was just to have fun with the idea and see whether or not I should turn it into a full-length fic. Hope you enjoyed it! Read and review and tell me what you think! And if you're interested, the full-length version of this is up now, called "Arcade Armageddon!" Hope you enjoy it! Feel free to read and review on that one!