Taffyta Muttonfudge had fallen into a depression lately. Sure, maybe she deserved it for all she had done but then again, does anyone really deserve so much pain?
Everyday, everynight, she would wander the halls of her house, emotionless except for the endless misery inside her. Her eyes used to be a glowing, happy blue. Now they are nothing but desaturated foggy orbs, her pupils small and black. Her hair, once a neat white blonde bob, is now a waist length mess of dirty tangles. Her cheeks are hollow, her body is slender and her once tanned skin is now so pale it would put Casper to shame.
Taffyta never races nowadays. They don't need her. Maybe.
Sometimes they will knock on her door, bang on her windows, scream to the empty house. Her name over and over and over again. A melancholy record that plays, muffled by the candy walls.
Taffyta wants to say she's sorry, to tell Vanellope how much she loves her and how she will never ever hurt her again. However, the guilt pounds Taffyta's soul like a ghostly mallet of emotion. For fifteen years, fifteen whole years Taffyta bullied her senselessly. Calling her all sorts of awful disgusting names that should never ever be spoken by a 12 year old. But she had.
The cries of Vanellope echo in Taffyta's ears still. She never showed her any mercy. Always let the racers torture and torment her like it was their sick twisted game.
Poor Taffyta. She just didn't understand that what she had done was all Turbo's fault. All the work of a once great racer gone corrupt. A virus that had wrecked Sugar Rush and made everyone believe that their Princess was a worthless mistake and that she was never supposed to exist.
Oh Taffyta, I guess you'll never realize...