We could hear the way they spoke of us. The way they ignored us didn't help either. It was only a matter of time, but we hadn't expected it to be so soon. There was nothing like being trapped within a faceless sea. No one to turn to… no where to hide.
"They're just going to do what he did."
"It's only a matter of time."
"Don't even bother with them. They're nothing but trouble."
Heh… time. Such a funny thought. We used to have all the time in the world before he ran off. We could've stopped him… prevent this all from happening. I do see why he could've felt more than just a little bit of jealousy towards the new game. After all, they drove fancy, souped up cars. We only drove Indy Cars.
Still, we're treated as if we're going to do what he did. We would never intentionally try to ruin someone else's game. It's not anything like us. We have our fun with our little jokes in Game Central, but we don't mean any harm. It's just been difficult since we can't race anymore.
Crash's been a mess. He feels like it's his fault. I don't blame him. I feel like it was my fault too. We stoked his ego a little too much. He let the attention get to him, and it's all our fault. There's only so much we can do. We hated seeing him in pain.
Now look at us. Homeless and outcast with no one to so much as even say hello to us. We were well liked. Him… maybe not so much, but we were. Now… now it's as if even the nicest of the good guys won't even stop to talk. It's a real shame.
We only have each other now. It's us against the world.
Here's a reason why we don't let me write at two in the morning while listening to sad music. This turned out nothing like what I had originally seen it, but it still works for a somewhat sad sort of thing.