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Crash Bandicoot OC
I have a bandicoot-sona, I think? Well anyways it's me. Yo Emma you were too nice at this point.
Sonic OC: Chew
Seriously this was done sarcastically, but you know what I'm game. Everyone should have a Sonic OC.
Fanfiction is something new to me, a hobby of sorts which started last year. I relate to video games I think in a very unique way, for I care a lot about their story and their lore. But I don't obsess over it as much as I like to see how I would change it. I also like Crossovers. So I'm attempting to unite Mario, Link, Starfox, Metroid, Kirby, Sonic, Mega Man, Crash, and Spyro into the same omniverse via a four part Story arc called The Gaming Omniverse. I think It will be different than you expect. I also am attempting to unite Crash, Spyro, Klonoa, Rayman, Ratchet, Jak, and Sly Cooper in another four part story arc called Playstation Allstars. I've got my work cut out for me, as well as some other side stories to keep me occupied.
Writing is Fighting.
What it means to be a writer,
Current Story Arcs and Stories
The Gaming Omniverse Saga
The Playstation Multiverse Storyline
Death is a reality we all must face,The finality of a rewarding well lived life.And always before that end we seek one final embrace,With the soul in our absence will suffer terrible strife.Love needs an eternity to be lived through properly.When it is found soulmates have won life’s greatest lottery.A spiritual duet together singing lyrics spectacular.Feelings of surreal euphoric bliss unparalleled in caliber.This is why we have faith that love can transcend death.Otherwise what’s the point of taking another breath?Because there is nothing in life that has greater weight,Than the warm embrace between me and my soulmate.
Tossing and turning, restless from a premonition; a bad omen was looming, trembling in trepidation.
A sharp gasp propelled the nightmare ridden dragon awake from his slumber, constant pants for air and a panicked look miring his thoughts. Awake now he had to calm and comfort himself, lie and say it was only a dream, one of which he couldn’t clearly recount the details to yet still was haunting all the same. Strenuous repetition of soothing breaths and reassuring thoughts allowed him to slowly relax now wide awake, his grip on his bedsheets loosening and retracting from teared cloth. Spyro feared the worst.
Not again. Not another nightmare… As with the other’s before they foretold the fate to be of his already fallen friend, causing another night’s sleep to be lost to these fighting reveries. And the worst part was they felt so real right before being scared awake. The notion unsettled him, before Spyro finally noticed that he was shivering. The sinking feeling of helplessness originating from his deep subconscious fears and worries burdened his heart, and this feeling felt like it had a physical analog: a freezing cold. But at the same time the chill was real enough, yet different from actual low temperatures around. The cold was a palpable presence. Looking around, Spyro finally was free from his worries to remember that this cold ‒ along with being a remainder of his life’s greatest loss ‒ meant that same spirit was here, his frozen fate made more clearly evident by the shivering he endures permanently in the afterlife like a scar. A permanent reminder of how Crash died.
He usually didn’t appear visible right away. The drop in temperature was the first sign of his presence, followed by his thoughts echoing in Spyro’s mind which sounded just like the shivering last words he heard Crash utter. There could be joy or happiness in Crash’s tone, but in Spyro’s head it always felt like it was an elegant façade. Yet what was always true was Crash’s concern for Spyro’s wellbeing. Not even the afterlife could rob Crash of his compassion for his family and others alike. That concern and carrying, Spyro reassuringly saw in the worried expression on the now translucent, frequently intangible, friend’s face. Sometimes he looked just like a blue angel.
“It’s… I’m fine. Really… just a bad dream.”
Spyro technically was for all intensive purposes alone in this darkness of his room, with only the faintest of shimmering light glimmering in from the moonlight. But defiant to that notion Crash offered a little extra glow, enough for Spyro to know he wasn’t completely in the dark; that fate hadn’t taken everything from him just yet.
<Another nightmare? They’re about me, right?>
Of course he knew. Even when he couldn’t speak Crash always “knew”. That was what was so special about him. He became your best friend without words just because he knew you and his soft smile reassured that everything was going to be better; that you were indeed perfect for him because he knew it to be so without even needing to converse. That this cruel world couldn’t stamp out the best in you. How wrong that turned out to be. Trying real hard to hold back forming tears for literally facing his greatest guilt, Spyro took a moment to compose himself and responded.
“It’s nothing. I just, sometimes… [breathes] have trouble getting over this, that’s all. But you’re here still. That I’m grateful for.”
Crash took this moment to “sit down” beside Spyro, allowing a stare between the two of them to last before sharing his thoughts once more. <I’ll be here, for you… always. You know right?> He asked that question accompanied by a head tilt which implored for a response: for Spyro to admit that he believed Crash’s promise. Though Spyro could hear Crash’s thoughts which were translated to words conveniently (it’s how minds worked after all), being with Crash didn’t really feel different than when he was still alive. He barely could pronounce a syllable then but Spyro always knew what he meant, what needed to be said. Spiritual translation seemed redundant.
Their stare continued, and Spyro caved and gave Crash a brief smile. Despite the fear tonight, At least having Crash’s presence still meant the world. That, Spyro could be happy for. Content with Spyro’s response, Crash wrapped his arm around Spyro and held it out in a way that was to suggest he actually had one arm over his back. Being “tangible” and mimicking still being “alive” were hard but not impossible for Crash. And it felt real enough to Spyro. It was just good enough of a lie for Spyro to not return to his depressing thoughts and instead enjoy his friends company. Then their heads made contact. For just a second, one split second, Spyro could feel fur. Whether it was his mind playing tricks on him by feeling a false sensation, or maybe just for a moment before his consciousness ruined it he felt his friend once again. That one brief moment, they were together again.
But then Crash retracted suddenly, his arm phasing through Spyro in the process, it feeling cold all where it did. He then had his arms crossed with his hands underneath his armpits as he started shivering violently. A cold so traumatic it could only be felt in freezing subzero temperatures to which almost no one could survive in.
“Crash!” In these attacks it was hard for Crash to respond. He was concentrating with all his will to keep his core, his hands, and body warm. And in that fight against the elements he was in pain, struggling to survive even though he was already gone. And that was the worst part. Crash was stuck in the moment he died, the cold spells returning to reclaim a life that was already was gone. And it broke Spyro’s heart every time because it was a blatant reminder of the actual time he died, and that even in the afterlife their wasn’t closure. Death wasn’t even the end of the suffering for the both of them: A frigid fate. And there was nothing Spyro could do now except watch and fell even more guilt, shame, depression, and regret.
It took a lot of concentration to maintain form. Sometimes Crash would struggle to remain sensible and visible to Spyro upon the onset of cold spells. It would feel like he was drifting away, again lost in the whiteout of a cold blizzard, and finding Spyro again would be a long search. But fortunately this night he was able after a minute to tame the chills ravaging him. Spyro looked absolutely terrible and guilt ridden at the incident, Crash knowing these episodes just remind Spyro of what happened over and over. But at least he was still here. <It’s okay. I’m good now. I’m still here. Promise.>
“Crash… I believe you. That, you’ll still be here for me no matter how hard it may be. That you will endure this to stay here. And… thank you for that. I was lucky to know you. Still… lucky to know you.”
<Seeing you happy… is the only reason I need.>
This time their embrace was a hug. Maybe Spyro couldn’t feel it but the presence in his mind wasn’t fake. He and Crash were still close, if not physically than spiritually: his frozen guardian angel.
Crash then started to fade, his ability to hang out and maintain his presence always ending unjustly after heartwarming moments. Spyro felt it and his attitude turned for the worst again knowing that these moments would always just be fleeting ones, but Crash offered his condolence and his strength with a gesture that Spyro couldn’t even begin to remember how much he missed until it happened. It was a gentle kiss to the cheek. A reminder that they were once soulmates. And unlike with any other contact before, it was as warm and real as it should have been. Right up until Crash was gone again. Finally, a somber tear escaped Spyro’s eye.
The morning wasn’t any better. It wasn’t just nightmares that haunted Spyro it was memories. Constantly replaying in his head, sometimes making him wonder if, had he done things differently, could Crash still be alive? Was this his fault? The unsureness only burdened his grieving heart.
Today he and Crash were supposed to “hang out”. Crash was so sure that even in the afterlife he could still be with his family and Spyro. That despite the episodes of cold attacks and constant disappearing and long searches he has to do to come back, Crash could still be around. It was so, so hard watching Crash struggle for both Spyro and Coco alike. But Crash claimed he could do this. Because he wasn’t fully gone just yet, and that meant he could still be here for those who loved and needed him.
What would it be like, being friends with an apparition? Could we still have a normal friendship, could it still be like if he was still alive? Would we smile, laugh, be jovial, and look into each other’s eyes and not be burdened with the current reality? Was it still possible to have him in my life if he didn’t have one? I guess only time could tell if Crash could uphold his promise. So Spyro waited as the sun kept rising over the horizon. Crash said that during the daytime cold spells wouldn’t spring up anywhere near as frequently as during the night, which sounded like it made sense. But at the same time it was only sixty something degrees last night.
Feeling like the temperature dropped all of a sudden, Spyro then allowed himself to relax. “Welcome back to the living Crash.”
<Glad to be back.>
Spyro wasn’t actually sure what really happened whenever Crash disappeared. He could hear the explanation for what Crash was experiencing through the thoughts Crash shared, but often times it was more of an emotional and visual description versus words. It just seemed out of his comprehension. Yet would knowing bring him any comfort, or make Spyro feel worse. Maybe he should just be content with ignorance, and not dwell on whether it was a painful process.
“Okay, I want to take you to someplace special today. A place I think you’ll like and something that will hit close to home. You didn’t get a whole breath of my home world upon your visit. It’s time I showed you its amazing tourist attractions.” Crash simply responded with an excited smile verses telepathic thoughts, akin to how he would have alive. It allowed Spyro to relax, return a smile of his own, and begin to forget the tragedy of his friend’s current corporeality. It allowed Spyro to pretend things were normal before they never could be again. “Now come on, we’ve got a portal to get to!”
And with that Spyro was out the door running, excited for the first time in awhile, things this morning going better than he could have hopped in only the first minute of it. Maybe he had been so anxious for so long that this this ecstatic, vibrant Spyro was just waiting to burst out. Crash could feel it. Spyro was allowing himself subconsciously to be happy just like Crash knew him while alive. Awesome. Hopefully I can do this for him: make him happy and not worry about me. He deserves a break from his guilt.
“Common, pick it up! Move those legs of yours or hover faster or whatever!” A sense of adventure always made Spyro happy. Exploring, getting out, and seeing new things were always a rush. In his youth he did so to save the world, enjoying every place he got to visit and the locals he got to meet. Just running, gliding, and flying, these simple things just made his life better. Although never before did he ever really get to share these joys with someone else. Doing so now made it even better. “Almost there… and… Ha! You know, rushing through levels was always your thing. But you can’t beat a supercharge!”
“That’s what I said. But let me tell you there’s nothing better than speeding off with barely any control. You can get to some neat places if you do. And here we are at a portal just like I promised. I think you’re going to like this place Crash. Meet you on the other side.” This time Crash responded with a smile that featured some teeth to either side. He was happy, which in turn made Spyro internally feel so much relief. A great burden fleeing him, growing euphoria finally returning. Spyro then trotted through the portal, it always feeling like he was flying while in transit from one location to another.
Now at their still undisclosed location, Spyro had to wait for Crash to appear. Portals for him didn’t seem to work, he would go through them but just past through the mystical archways unmoved. So he’d had to disappear and then reappear alongside who he was accompanying. It sucked, because it meant Crash had to struggle to reappear from “the blizzard”. But Crash said he was willing to do so, and maybe his method of transit wasn’t all bad, since apparently he could hop dimensions too to be with this family back on N Sanity Island. The seconds passed by as Spyro waited, the lapse in time slowly causing him to worry. Is he going to make it Spyro wondered as the seconds grew to just about a minute. He began to worry, but was fortunately given a great reprieve when the temperature dropped and had his scales tense a bit. He made it. Though Crash looked… paler or just little bit more transparent. It had Spyro worrying until he heard Crash’s thoughts once more.
<Okay. I can’t wait. What’s the surprise?>
Worries forgone, Spyro responded with a cheeky grin. “It’s just up ahead. Go on and take a look, I’m sure you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” The marsupial looked to Spyro’s eyes, a blush nearly forming on his frozen complexion and slightly puzzled face. But he had no reason to doubt his friend. Crash nodded with anticipation and moved towards sunlight in the distance as he and Spyro behind him passed into the opening of a blue hallway A few more feet and there it was. The vista before him causing Crash’s jaw to drop just slightly with growing awe and joy. What lay before the spirit was a white beach smoothed by sparkling, cresting water and rocky walls that jutted up to the purple horizon, their surfaces decorated with dangling violet flowers continuing to the surrounding trees elegantly. Torches marked off several branching pathways and lined a strip of sand along the coast with dancing orange flames. It was all too familiar to Crash's beloved N. Sanity island home like Spyro promised, but much more artistically landscaped. The view was . . . absolutely stunning.
“I had a gut feeling you’d like this place” Spyro said now to Crash’s side boasting a confident smirk. His voice garnering the spirits attention which allowed Spyro to double confirm Crash’s joy. “Welcome to Luau Island.”
<It’s beautiful. Thank you. For showing me.>
“Your welcome. Now come on, we have more to see. But first let’s start off in the ocean. Might be some gems to collect. I know, I know, we’re on ‘vacation.’ But it’s kind of what I do, guilty as charged. Plus you won’t need any scuba gear.”
A chuckle escaped Crash’s mouth, before his face said he was in. Hovering alongside Spyro, he dove into the depths soon after Spyro did, except he didn’t make a splash. A successful search of gems later had them exchange the precious stones for ice cream.
“No they don’t have Wumpa flavored, just get vanilla, trust me it’s worth it. Wait a minute, you can’t eat! Why are you making me spend more? Ugh, you’re like a child, aren’t you?” Spyro obviously was messing with Crash given his tone, and that made Crash blush and rub the back of his head guilty. Meanwhile the vendor was utterly confused as to who Spyro was talking to but held his obvious confusion in to be polite. Spyro after all was well known all over the world. “Umm…” Spyro then said in acknowledgment of the awkward display, “a vanilla and a chocolate please.”
Struggling a bit to get the vanilla cone into his not so prehensile front paws while balancing on his back two legs, Spyro did retrieve the vanilla topped waffle cone from the ice cream pig and then carefully turned to Crash next to him. “Here you go, don’t drop this.” It was on both of their minds, could Crash actually keep himself tangible for long enough. It was a concerted effort on Crash’s part to do so, a struggle of will unlike a living person. But sure enough he got the cone into his right hand, it appearing to float to the unsuspecting vendor. “What the?” he questioned in awe, as Spyro then carefully retrieved his chocolate cone and left an exorbitant tip with the gem he bought his cones with. That immediately got the pig’s mind off of the two floating ice cream cones as he almost began to cry at the staggering sized gem before him.
Meanwhile Crash had both cones in either hand and he and Spyro made their way back to the beachfront. Crash held Spyro’s cone with his outstretched arm to make it easier for Spyro to eat, Spyro himself not really embarrassed since, well, no-one else if watching could notice, and better yet he didn’t care either way. Though for Crash the ordeal was beginning to be a struggle. He was grimacing in concentration as just holding both cones, the one Spyro was almost done with and his own which he hadn’t touched yet was becoming really hard to do so for long. Spyro then took one last massive bite to finish off the remaining bottom of his cone, he literally biting through some of Crash’s hand in the process. He did so playfully knowing it wouldn’t hurt Crash, but then the other cone in Crash’s other hand fell to the sand below.
“Hey Crash, you alight? I didn’t think I would hurt you. I didn’t, right? If I did I’m sorry.”
<No… It… just slipped.>
Spyro could feel in Crash’s thoughts that he was exhausted. Which was strange because he didn’t need to exert energy at all, he was a spirit after all. But that’s when Spyro noticed that his mind had come up with the wrong connotation of exhausted. It wasn’t physical exhaustion. Crash’s soul was weak. “Crash…” Spyro then asked with a lot of concern, it showing in the reflections of his purple eyes. Crash’s breath could be seen like if he were standing outside in the cold as he tried to gather his strength. Finding it soon enough, he then reassured a worried Spyro. <I’m… good.>
Taking Crash’s word for it just barely, Spyro looked at the sand for a moment contemplating just how true Crash’s statement was, before his peripheral vision had him spot a dinosaur with a camera taking pictures of tourists on the beach. He was making his way towards the two of them after concluding his business with the couple he just photographed. “Hey Crash, let’s get our picture taken. Come on.”
Crash delayed in looking at Spyro, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, before a few seconds later he floated up from the sand and shook his head up and down singling he was in. He and Spyro then made their way to the cameradinosaur, Spyro waving with his left forearm that he wanted a photograph. “Can we get one picture? How much would that cost?”
The dinosaur looked at Spyro confused, wondering why he would want a picture with him? Spyro realizing why the dinosaur looked befuddled cleared up the confusion. “I mean a picture of me. Oh, and try anything funny and I roast you.”
Raising both of his tiny arms up in submission (he was a changed dinosaur since the last time Spyro was here), he got in position with his camera ready to flash. Spyro got into position, with Crash making his way over to Spyro’s side, trying to conceal his exhaustion with a bright smile. The flash then went off and a black Polaroid slid out from the camera. The dinosaur handed it to Spyro, and then gestured with his shaking hand that the photo was free.
“Oh, well that’s nice of him? Capturing memories for free here on the beach, wouldn’t you agree?” Spyro said as he flapped the still developing picture side to side so it would develop faster. Crash nodded his head up in down in agreement, at least relieved Spyro wasn’t worried about him anymore, not that he should be, Crash lied to himself. Done airing the picture, Spyro flipped it over in his hand to see the developed picture, only to notice Crash was missing. “Oh… I was afraid of this but still held out hope. Good thing it was free pic though, isn’t that right? Crash…”
Spyro finally noticed how transparent Crash was, different than he normally appeared. His exhaustion from earlier was still written all over Crash hard to see face. Today had been a very long time with Crash still present. Is he… Is Crash pushing himself to remain by his side? This made Spyro then feel guilty once more, which Crash noticed. <Hey, I’m fine, trust me. Today’s been great. Let’s… go back to N Sanity Island. I’m sure… Crunch and Coco miss me.>
“Agreed. I don’t want to take you from them for too long.”
“I know, but they need you, too.”
Crash still looked weak, he also sounded like it in Spyro’s mind. His smile wasn’t vibrant; it appeared forced. Knowing Crash this well allowed Spyro to notice and tell the difference. Crash couldn’t hide it from Spyro that he was tired. Am I hurting him asking him to be with me for so long? Is it selfish of me to need Crash here if it hurts him? I don’t want to let him go… ever. He’s by the good grace of Fate still here after death and I can be with him. I can’t… lose him again. I can’t watch him die again. I don’t know if I can live with myself if he disappeared forever. My happiness, my soul, it’s tied with him now. My happiness is his, his pain is mine. I didn’t have enough of him in life; I can’t bear to lose him in death.