Day Two of his new life in this strange city, and he’s already had his fill of it. What sort of sick deity would force him to reside in the same dwelling as Crash Bandicoot?! Formerly his most proud and strongest creation, now an eyesore and a constant reminder of what could have been. Such a viable candidate to be his General and with him by his side, they would have had total world domination!!! ...Not so. As the Vortex had rejected Crash, everything fell to pieces, along with his plans. All of them, all the way to his attempt to erase him from existence!! Of course fate would have it so he has to deal with him again so soon... A thread of fate must be tied to the pair of them. Oh, and how badly he wished to sever that tie!! “Well, at least there’s no way it could possibly get any worse. Crash is one thing, and while I would rather see his remains smeared across the pavement in some sort of, Hmhmhmh... ‘Freak accident’ I can handle him... Somewhat...” That is If he’s here, and that housing list wasn’t some sort of sick joke. ...No, He’d been careful to not deal with the Bandicoot. Not yet at least. But he’d caught whiff of his ‘stench’ in the house already. Try as he might to deny it, He’s here with Crash. But that’s the extent of it right? There’s no way anyone else he despised was here right? Coco? Brio?
Sorry, Cortex, but your fate isn’t tied just solely to crash, it seems... Not too far off, he catches a glimpse of someone else he knows across the street. A familiar face that only set his rage in motion upon just seeing him here. Certainly he’d saw to his defeat... withcrash,coco,tawnaanddingodile, but he’d seen it through!! He and his alternate sent hurling into a rift as their deserved punishment. N. Tropy. Great. Great!! As if it wasn’t bad enough to deal with Crash in this hellhole, now he has to put up with this puffed-up pissant?! Oh, but- But... Somethings different.
Being cautious enough to try and stay out of his view, Cortex watches him from afar, taking note of what he’s seeing... This WAS Dr. Nefarious Tropy right? Where was his massive tuning fork? The obnoxious clock on his chest? The arm? What happened to him?! Pinching at his beard, Cortex grins, clearly elated. Whatever rift Tropy was sent hurling through sure did a number on him, hadn’t it? Such a sad and pathetic state to see the Master of Time in. So downtrodden... Excellent!! All of his anger, gone replaced with jubilation. Enough, hiding. He’d strut across the street towards Nefarious with the air of a royal. “Ahhh... Nefarious...”
“Looks like someone put you through quite the wringer, hadn’t they~? Hmhmhm...”
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