There was nothing wrong with her.

She needed a place to cool off, which was why she was slouching in the seat of her kart in the tunnel under The Rocky Roads. (She never understood why the mountain range was named that way. She assumed it referenced something outside of the game.) She watched the wind whip by and nestled into her secondary outfit choice, which was a pink coat lined with fur to look like whipped cream. She sniffed idly and sank even lower in her seat.

Candlehead was probably looking for her. At least, she hoped that she was. Maybe Snowanna was helping. Snowanna was nice. Maybe she'd go hang out with her now; since Vanellope Von Glitch was busy schmoozing her friends and rewriting all the game rules, the ones King Candy had laid down for a reason. She wanted things to 'be fair'. Be fair? There was nothing 'fair' about anything she was doing! She wanted to do some randomizing thing to decide who would play the next day? How was that fair, in any capacity?

"Well Taffyta, this way everyone has a turn to get on the board." Vanellope had told her as she explained it. "Just 'cause you're super-fast doesn't mean you should be on there every day, you know." She sounded like she was trying to be nice about it, but Taffyta knew the truth- she just wanted to take her off the board. It was payback for her being mean, even though she hadn't remembered that Vanellope was the princess.

"Uh, yes. It does." She retorted in a matter of fact way, glaring at her sucker to keep from giving the same glare to Vanellope. She was trying to keep calm. "Because obviously I'm really good, and players want really good racers. So that's why we, you know, race for the spots on the choice board. Like we always have." She felt ridiculous for even having to make the argument. She didn't want to be rude, but Vanellope needed to learn how to rule, even if it meant adhering to King Candy's guidelines.

"Maybe Vanellope's right." Jubileena piped up, making Taffyta switch her glare to her. She promptly fell quiet. No one else said anything.

"All I'm saying is that it's worked so far. We were happy with it before. If it isn't broke, why are we fixing it?" Taffyta realized everyone's eyes were on her, and while she normally would be basking in the attention, some not-so-tiny part of her felt like she wanted to run away.

Vanellope gave Taffyta a hard stare, and the two of them faced off for a minute in utter silence. No one moved. "Just 'cause you were King Candy's favorite doesn't mean you're right." Vanellope finally stated, and the other racers all looked away from the two of them. Taffyta tried to keep the hurt off her face, her features remaining steely. "You aren't in charge Taffyta, okay?" That was apparently all that needed to be said, because then her royal glitchiness left, along with everyone else.

So that's how things were going to be. There would be no more Random Rasta Race. Everyone would just get picked, 'at random', to race the next day. And of course, she wasn't picked for the first day. She wasn't picked for the second day either. For three straight days, she didn't get to race. It was enough to drive her mad, which was why when Crumbelina approached her that third night, she snapped.

"Hey Taffyta, I was thinking-"

"Were you now? That's new." The blonde girl spat, polishing the front of her car for when she actually got to race.

The other girl gulped and wrung her hands. For someone who posed in such a sassy way on the board, Crumbelina sure had some confidence issues. "I was thinking that maybe, you know, you could go to this thing, over in Pac Man. And I'd totally go with you. Candlehead could come too, since she's your best friend..."

"Is she now?" Taffyta snorted. "Funny, I haven't seen her in a few days. I guess that's what friends do, now."

"Well, she's been racing, so..."

"Oh really?!" Taffyta spun, biting down on her sucker. It crunched to pieces in her mouth. "Well thank sugar someone has! I sure haven't, since, you know, I'm apparently not important anymore. But what do I know, right? It's not like I'm the most talented racer or anything, it's not like I won all my races fair and square instead of changing the code to do it, like the glitch."

"D-Don't call her that!" Crumbelina shrieked at her, sniffing. "She's r-really nice Taffyta!"

"Oh yeah, super nice. I bet she's just cream puffs and seltzer." Rolling her eyes, Taffyta took the bent sucker stick out of her mouth and flicked it away. "You just gonna stand there and stutter, Crumble-cake?" She sneered, and the other girl finally broke down and started bawling. For a moment Taffyta just stood there and glared, but after a few second her face softened and she realized she really had hurt the other girl's feelings. "Hey look, I'm not trying to-"

"HERE." Crumbelina thrust a pamphlet into Taffyta's chest and wiped her eyes on her coat sleeve. "You can j-just go by yourself! I wanted to be nice." She stomped off to her car and peeled out, marzipan sand flying in a cloud behind her.

Sighing, Taffyta considered following her, maybe taking her to the lollipop field for a picnic. But she took a look down at the pamphlet and her eyes widened before she gritted her teeth, throwing the offensive material into her car with a loud screech. That was when she peeled out too, changing her outfit before heading to where she was now, friendless and alone.

She wondered if Candlehead was really looking for her. She also wondered, if she was, would she yell at her for making Crumbelina cry or if she was actually worried about her. It was probably the former, if she was looking.

She took another look at the rectangular piece of paper in her lap, frowning. She suspected Crumbelina got it from Vanellope, who got it from the big guy that needed a bath.

"Bad-Anon: One Game at a Time." She muttered in monotone, frowning as she opened it for what felt like the thousandth time, reading it over again. "You must love you. Just because you're bad does not mean you aren't... Good." She scoffed at it and rolled her eyes. In the bottom right was a mantra, circled with arrows pointing to it. Above it were the instructions 'Tell yourself this every day!' She gulped.

"I'm... bad. And that's good." She muttered, pausing. "I'll never... be good. And that's not bad. There is no one I'd rather..." She stopped and glared at the pamphlet before getting out of her car, crumpling it up as she exited the tunnel, wincing at the wind stinging her face. Looking into the distance as she reached the edge of the track, she pulled her arm back and flung the piece of paper as far as she could into the wind, watching it get blown away. It vanished in seconds.

"There is nothing wrong with me." She snarled, hopping into her car and driving off. As she cruised through the tunnel and exited the other side, she gulped and looked into her mirror, reassuring herself.

"There is nothing wrong with me."