This'll end well

[yourbestestgif]

Oh~ Why, hell-o there ~

It is so nice to see you! I do hope that we can be... f-riends! ♥♥♥

Would you like to do some-thing with me? We can play games, or go walk on the beach, or may-be you can carry my books!

Yes, I am quite aware of your , , but I do not feel that is a problem. I have been programmed to love, no matter who you are and what you do.

Ha-ha-ha~ w-ell, yes. There is that one teeny-tiny-itty-bitty issue. But you don't have to let attempted homicide get be-tween us, do you? After all, I have forgiven you for your faults.

Let us bury the hatchet and start over. It will be just like re-starting my game!

[And there she goes doing an eerie digital rewind, returning back to her original cheery smile and wide-eyed expression.]

Oh~ Why, hell-o there ~

Would you like to play a game?

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[yourbestestgif]

There used to be girls in my game. And boys, too.

[She goes in very, very close.]

Be-fore I deleted them.

[unglitched]

[Vanellope doesn't even blink.]

I'd like to see you try, bubblegum butt.

[yourbestestgif]

[Hey, open invitation.]

[Weird, most people would get the hint.]

[Oh yeah, and there's lightning coming out of her eyes.]

[unglitched]

[And here's Vanellope disappearing in a blur of blue pixels.]

[There's a tap on Giffany's shoulder. When she turns around, Vanellope is behind her.]

[yourbestestgif]

[Two can play that game. In a flash of gray pixels, Giffany's sprites makes a complete 180. Without moving.]

Your programming is very interesting. You were created special too, then.

[Her judgmental eyes bore into you, Vanellope.]

[unglitched]

Bzzt! Wrong!

[She gl_itches herself a few yards away.]

Guess again.

[yourbestestgif]

[And she follows, creepy pasta style, glitching all the way.]

A virus.

[unglitched]

Getting colder!

[Vanellope keeps _glitch_ing away in a random direction every time Giffany gets close.]

[yourbestestgif]

A player.

[Her last guess.]

[unglitched]

Oooh, close but no cigar! Sorry, game over. You lose!