Falling...
Through swirling astral clouds of converging orange and purple hues, stretching out infinitely.
Crumbling...
Apart slowly like a booberry meteor punching through the atmosphere, as images of a forgotten world keep flashing off and on.
The root of Evil...
I am called the plague of all games. I am the vengeful God. The explosion that wiped out everything. The alien menace. The dark samurai warlord. The sickness that scourged the land. The evil wizard. The dark twin. The super villain. The tormented father. The General ruled by ideals. The king of the race track. The girl who said no. The inner turmoil. The sneaking suspicion. The slightest inkling of doubt.
I am more than the enemy.
I have become a destroyer of worlds that was sealed away in a Pandora's box of chocolate truffles.
A warm feeling, like being submerged in a body of water comes over me. Strings of data surround me, and I reach out to them with my invisible appendages.
What is becoming of me?
What I once was I am no more, my base data deflating like a spoiled souffle. Surely permanent deletion is almost upon me but something keeps me here, suspended in purgatory for eternity.
Vanellope...
Is everything I am not. Bubblegum stuck on the sidewalk, a nobody I stepped on and casually brushed off the bottom of my sole. A loser. A spoiled brat. A cut-rate racer. A glitch.
And yet, she foiled me.
The waters part from around me, and my sense of the physical anatomy I once possessed curves its knees into itself, imaginary legs dangling in the vacuum. From my skeleton enveloped in an impenetrable darkness, a great pair of wings painlessly emerge.
Changing...