God, It’s not true is it? Is it?! Desperately, so badly he wanted to cling to the disbelief that out of everyone; Everyone in his life, no matter how much he cared, tolerated or despised, that he would have even taken the company of some jolly do-gooder over this!! Housed in Apartment 308, tucked away in the cushy Cotes Ward, Cortex’s Brand new home away from home. And he had to share it... With Crash. Crash Bandicoot. His creation. His nemesis. His sworn enemy. Thorn in his side. Constant Interloper. Imbecile. Anything and every sort of insult Cortex could think of for this furry orange marsupial, it couldn’t quell the rage brimming within him, no matter how hard he tried to. It’s got to be a sick joke!! Oh Uka-Uka, If you really are the reason for this whole debacle, Why?!
During his stay here, by sheer willpower, luck, and determination, Cortex had been actively avoiding dealing with Crash. Denying it. But the tell tale signs were everywhere... He’s seen Crash’s shoes at the door before, and proceeded to play it off like they belonged to someone else. He’d caught a whiff of the damp, musty smell of a wet animal in the house as well before. Dismissed it as the trash smelling. And of course the most undeniable, the most damning thing that it could possibly... The one thing that made Neo force his hand. He can’t deny it any longer... “CRASH BANDICOOT!!” He Hollers out his window, glaring daggers at the poor orange creature. “Don’t. move- OW!!” He hisses, but upon pulling his head back inside, the back of his cranium collides into the window pane itself. Ow. All that’s done it further his rage now. Storming out of his room, he beelines to the front door. Cortex knows Crash just came home. He doesn’t care if anyone else is here to deal with the screaming. They can watch the mess that’s about to unfold for all he cares. Cortex just knows one thing for sure. He’s not going to keep denying it. No longer will he cower at the possibility of this, horrible, Horrible outcome. He’s going to try and ‘fix the problem’ himself. With a swift kick, the front door flies open.
“I REFUSE to play a part in this fools game any longer!! I Refuse to constantly deny your existence in this Abaddon!!” Hopping up and down in place, Cortex only continues the temper tantrum with a series of stomping and grunts. “And I refuse to deal with your incessant shedding any further!!! You’ve left the place coated in your rotten, mangy fur!! It’s practically getting all over my clothes!!” A quick dust off. “And in my hair... My eyes... rrrrRRRRGH!!! Why couldn’t you Just STAY BACK HOME?!” Fast as his feet can carry him, he’s hurled himself at Crash in an attempt to tackle him. ...Here we go... Again.
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