I'm an evil scientist! What did you expect?!

       DR. NEO CORTEX || CRASH BANDICOOT

Can and WILL shoot you with his gun when angry.

That evil laughter you hear down the block? Yeah, him.

Seems Nice, Actually an Ass.

People WILL Tell you he’s an ass. It’s is 2nd time here, but he’s not aware of that.

Big Head=Big Ego.

Walking Temper Tantrum.

Don’t look at his Spotify playlist.

Vows to take over the world one day.

Made an army of mutants to help with this goal. They’re more anthro than anything.

Furry? Possibly.

Yeah, he’s tiny. Talking like 4′7″ now. His temper is as short as him though.

Good Uncle™. [Apart from modifying His Niece’s hands]

Probably plotting something right now.

He’s also very tired.... So tired... Give him a vacation.

Sick Snow Skiing Skills!!

Don’t underestimate him, but also don’t think he’ll use common sense sometimes.

“It’s bandicoot month?!”

You legally can’t call him a twerp, he’s taller than you.  By like a solid foot and a few inches.

“Ack—!!”  Well, where his face was missed, some of his hair…Was not.  Bold, coming from a mid life crisis personified, here.  And now the smell of freshly singed hair was all Zelos could smell.  Awful.

“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just do that.”  Of course he brought a sword to this gun fight.  But, ya know.

“I’ll even count for you: two.”

   He glowers seeing the blade in Zelos’ hand. Cortex knew very well he had the upper hand in this scenario. A melee weapon against a ranged one? Please. But there’s the factor to consider that-

1. He’s taller than Cortex. 2. He’s in close range. 3. Someone acting so boldly could easily be just as hardheaded and try to fight regardless...

“Oh.  You must not be able to hear me from down there, that’s it!”  So, Zelos did what any rational man would do and cupped his hands around his mouth to project his voice.

“MANLET.”

   No sooner does the insult leave his lips again does a flash of purple plasma whizzes past his head. The source? Cortex’s raygun of course; which the aforementioned ‘manlet’ is now wielding. 

“Who the hell is this manlet.  Ew.”

❝ Cortex Senpai! The baka bandicoots have outsmarted my mechanical marvel once again! ❞

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“How do you find anything in here, Dr.Cortex?”  She had taken it upon herself to be a self appointed assistant, and tidy up and organize around his living situation.  “This must be a scientist thing…Dr.Light was pretty bad too…”  She could only imagine Dr.Wily was somehow even worse.

“Either way, I’ve alphabetized your documents and placed them in this locking filing cabinet.”

   “It’s all organized chaos, as I call it. I can’t be bothered with putting everything back when I’ll just take it down from it’s spot again. But I digress, it’s looking like I can get some breathing room in here again!” There was no way he wasn’t going to take the help from this little girl. Besides, she wasn’t just any ordinary girl. A Robot. Robot Master? Either way, he was going to take her help and watch her closely.

   So Here he tries to replicate that.

   In Golden Ward, on the beaches, tucked away among some rocks, Dr. Cortex kicks back and relaxes against one of the boulders. No one to bother him. No Children as they’re too far away, no annoying Birds to squawk at him or anything of that ilk, just him by himself relaxing and getting some much needed alone time. No Crash to poke fun at him or anything, no urchins to prod at his berserk button. No one. Not even N. Tropy would come looking for him here, right?

   ...Right?

   Upon hearing footsteps approaching him in the sand, Cortex’s brow furrows in frustration. He’s not going to give them the pleasure of a full blown discussion, so keeping his eyes shut, he spits out one of his brand name ‘Cortex Colloquialisms’  at the guest. “Ugh. What?! Here to entice me with one of your confectionaries? Hot Dogs? Churros? Oooh!! What about those little Dip-’n-dots that they have, hm?! Get lost!!” Digging a foot into the sand, he kicks up abruptly tossing the gravel in their direction. But not with enough force to get it on them.

   “In case you can’t tell, I’m trying to relax here. Stay away from the crowd, Crash, N. Tropy, or anyone else who’s enough of an idiot to pester me and get some well deserved R & R. Go on~!! Shoo!! I don’t need anyone like you sullying my mood any further.” And with that, he repositions himself a bit, gets comfy and resumes his reprieve. “Go sell your brick-a-brack to the anklebiters.” Lips spread into a wide smirk, he sighs, happy to get back to resting, and trying his damndest to ignore the fact they’re still there.