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The weight of the code box that every character has is light, it's them and themselves alone, their most purest and truest self with the coding.
Turbo-Times code only had a track, dotted sprites of the spectators and them. And only one, was meant to breathe, to play, to race against the others.
The twins only had a set movement on the track, to be able to only go behind him, to lose.
Always second and third place.
Never first.
The twins don't have a voice.
They never did.
They only thing that will confirm their existence after Turbo-Time, is that of partial colour glitches.
That all they will amount to now.
To be a weight on his code, like it always had been before.
And he will always feel that, to feel and see the coding of the twins, so feel their sprites, but never see them.
To glitch, into their colours, for mere seconds, and to never see it happen, only feel it.
To know that he was the reason he was alone, to know that he was the cause of them not existing anymore, to be the only one who knows that alive.
What is the definition of being alive when your just some code?
To have an avatar?
You know you'll always be alone,
With their weight on your body,
Turbo.