[♬] ;;@sonosound
Silence filled the cold labs, broken only by the whirring and sparks of tools busy at work creating fatal contraptions to be placed into the hands of a Madman. Trial after trial, the Doctor finally found a conceptual design that played fairly well in his plans for a new device aiming to take down the Bandicoot.
Though it wasn’t entirely of his own brain power. Taking ‘inspiration’ from a fellow colleague, the device would sport similar abilities to whom he was stealing borrowing from. Cortex isn’t a man to be equal with others, he fights to be better; he wants to prove no matter what, he could do it better.
;[ That time-obsessed fool will soon learn the true extents of my intellect. . .]
He thought to himself, tirelessly hammering away on the work bench. Silence fell about yet again until a strange, clicking sound rang out, catching the Doctor’s attention, increasing as it got closer. Its sound was quite unique, like that of. . .
High-heeled boots.
“ Hmm? I was sure to have sent Techa off to the Power Plant. . . ”














