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[youllgocrystalcrazy]

   It’s been a while since he’d seen his slovenly assistant, N. Gin in the chatrooms... Not that he spent much time in the chatrooms himself, he wasn’t about to subject himself to that level of constant mockery. One can only tolerate being called ‘Clown’ or ‘Nerd’ so much before the need for a new phone arises. Better to lurk once in a while. That annoyance aside, it was unusual for the rocket-headed henchman of his to be offline for so long. He didn’t care what N. Gin did in his free time, not in the slightest, but he was acting weird!! First his disappearance in the chatroom, then the constant reminders to stop smoking up the place more than usual, and now?!

   ...He’s lucky he enjoys jazz...

   Pressing a button at his desk, the P.A. System in the castle clicks and hums to life. Silence, only broken by Cortex clearing out his throat. “This thing on? Is- Ah... There we go... N. GIN!!” His voice booms, practically shaking the walls of the castle enough for the dust to rise. “Report to my study, immediately!! Your Master figures it’s about time to give you your weekly performance review...” A Lie. A Fabrication. He never gave him weekly reviews. He always went off on N. Gin whenever he deemed it to be the right moment. The right time. But with that little fib, it might, juuuust might make the his personal little Igor, hurry towards him faster. Sure, he could get up and go see N. Gin himself. He could make his way down to his lab and knock on his door again. ...But he simply didn’t feel like it.

   “And don’t dilly-dally!! I don’t think I need to tell you what will be in store for you if you do...” He growls, his voice foreboding. But within seconds, it picks up that light, smug tone once again. “...There. That should get him rushing to- ?!?! IS THIS THING STILL O-” Before he can finish, the mic cuts out. Ginothy better hurry, lest he incur his master’s ire.

@mechaniize​

[youllgocrystalcrazy]

   “Even with all the reoccurring instances in this concrete jungle being an annoyance, this place never fails to surprise me.” Fibonacci ward was offering something that piqued the interest of this evil man, and even with the cold being his natural enemy at this point, Cortex couldn’t resist the urge to at least take a peek. If the flyer that was stuck on his front door was anything but false, he had to take a look for himself. A miniature factory, no, kitchen in which everyone could make their own cookie concoction and watch the machines get to work on them. Of course, This was Cortex, and with his habit of over-analyzing even the smallest bit of technology, he was already thinking in what way this contraption could benefit him in someway; watching the machines cut and bake the many treats endlessly behind the glass. Such a waste of potential. Even N. Gin could devise something far more sinister. The thought of a gingerbread army, while tempting, would be a bit childish in the long run... But with some modifications- “...Hmm. I suppose I’ll humor myself. Just a little. I’m rather peckish after all.” 

   Taking a seat at the device, his hands go to work, pawing at the screen exactly what he wants and desires out of this gingerbread treat. “Hm. I’ll commend them for making this interface user friendly, but this is child’s play. Hmmmlessee... Here. And there.” The more he works away at it, the more engrossed he gets. Eventually, he comes to a point where he’s satisfied with the appearance of his gingerbread self. There’s no way the machine can mess this up! ...And he starts adding more tweaks to it. His visage is perfect after all!! He’s not one to let even the smallest thing befoul his looks, even if it is a carbon cookie cutout of himself. In fact, he’s so engrossed with working on it, he fails to notice the winged figure looming behind him, watching him. “Hahaha!! There!” He boasts, pressing the done button on the screen. “The spitting image of who I am and everything about me~” Yes, the image of his cookie self really was accurate!! You know, ignoring the biceps, toned torso threatening to tear the coats seams and full head of hair. “Perhaps i’ll even make one for Crash. If only to emulate the sensation of destroying him...” Whether that meant creating it merely to crush it or destroy it within his maw, one could debate.

   Eyes cast to the machine getting to work on his self-indulgent treat, but finally seeing the bystander in the reflection of the glass makes him whip his head around towards her. “What? Here to watch a genius at work~?”

@solarsubterrestrial​​

[youllgocrystalcrazy]

   Now here’s a familiar face, and it’s his next door neighbor of all things! Leaving his house next door, Cortex hadn’t failed to notice him. He’s seen this young man once, back in the last city he was pulled to. In brief passing as well. After hearing some whines about needing a ‘kind’ and ‘generous’ stranger to give him money, Cortex complied and was willing to give this man a chance. The rest was a bit hazy in his mind. Certainly something to do with being put back home shortly afterwards. Normally, Cortex wouldn’t do this for anyone, but if someone was willing to sell out for whatever means, surely he wouldn’t have minded the evil scientist bending his ear for a bit. “You There!!! YES, YOU YOUNG MAN!” He calls out, waving an arm around as his large head stuck through the window of his room. All an attempt to grab his attention. “You There!! In RED!!” If he wasn’t careful, he would certainly- “I Have a propositiooooooooAAAHHH!!!” 

   Finally succumbing to gravity, poor Cortex falls from the window, comically rolling off the roof, and into a tree. A few pained grunts and yelps are heard until finally he falls on the grass of the front yard, limp. “...oww...” He’d feel that in the morning... Slowly, he pushes himself up off the grass, pressing a hand to his temple. “That is not... how I imagined this would go down. Heheh... Ugrh.” Not only has he hurt himself pretty badly, but now he’s made a fool of himself again. Only this time, it was in front of a potential ally. His steps shaky, he sways to-and-fro a he approaches him. “Ow... I- Ahh! Apologize for the sudden call for attention, my boy. But I have a question... Nay. A Favor to ask of you. AH!!!” Despite his age, he’s definitely durable. A few pops are heard from his body as he tries to stand before him, wincing and yelping with each crick.

   “Ahhh... If I recall from our last encounter, you were in search for a means to get an income, right? A Job?”