Do you also 'Try' AU of your characters? I was thinking in suggest to 'Try' a Gothic or Dark Vanellope that never meet Ralph and in the end get depressed enough or decides that if everyone is against her, she will be against all.
Send me ‘Try’ and a character and I will write how I would play that character
Taffyta ‘n the others all thought they could just push her around, stomp all over her, treat her like dirt? Like they always had done, for as long as she could remember? For, how many years had it been now? Fifteen? Twenty? Thirty?
They were about t’ learn that dirt could fight back.
For years. For years and years and YEARS she had, if not exactly let the other kids shove her around, then at least not put up a massive resistance in the hope that, maybe, they’d one day get bored of their game of trampling her self-worth into the dirt and just... accept her instead. She wasn’t asking a lot, even; she just wanted them to respect her, to acknowledge that she was just like one of them. Not some weird, different, diseased loser to shove around and take the piss of every time it suited them.
Yeah, that had gone just about as well as you’d expect.
But now? A certain line had been crossed; call it the candy straw that broke the camel’s back. The one final humiliation that tipped the poor girl over from just wanting to be accepted to...
Wanting something more satisfying than that.
Wanting to bring down on everyone else’s heads something of what they’d been doing to her all these years.
They deserved it, every single one of ‘em. Taffyta an’ Candlehead an’ Rancis. The other kids. His Royal Buttface King Candy. Everyone in this game who didn’t even have the slightest ounce of compassion for one tiny, lonely girl who just wanted someone to accept her.
So she'd to sabotaged the race track.
Not during game hours of course, she wasn’t dumb. But just before the next random roster race, she planned to deliberately collapse one of the crucial ramps right as the racers got to it, dumping into the taffy swamp below any of them unlucky enough to not stop in time. That stuff could gum up a car’s engine like nobody’s business, and was downright painful to remove when it got all over you, to boot - guess who she had to thank for finding that out, Taffyta - and honestly? She was feeling vengeful enough to enjoy every moment of the racers’ suffering.
Thanks to her many years of living rough, she knew this game inside and out in a way that no-one else did. If she wanted to, she could make life really miserable for everyone, then disappear in an instant, and they’d never be able to catch her.
And she wanted it. She’d played nice for far too long, even in the face of constant revulsion and ridicule and even outright cruelty. Now, it was time to play them at their own game.
It was a game she was sure to win.
