Dear Power,
This is a new Crash fic that I'm writing just for you! (I wouldn't mind seeing it on your website though. . . ^.^;;) This story is about Crash going to school like I said in an earlier email! YAY! The reason why I'm not putting this on ff.net is because ff won't let me put up stories like this for some weird reason. You can MST this one if you like! (Or I can MST it myself!) I shall attach the MST of ch. 2 (of Y&Y) to another email! YAY! Stuffs;
Rating: PG - you never know what these people will say or do.
N. Gin: **flicks RG off**
RG: ARGH! QUIT THAT!!!
N. Gin: Loser!
Genre(s): Humor/Humor
Cortex: That's all she writes.
RG: Shut it, Neo.
Cortex: **pout** It's Cortex, not Neo.
Pairing(s): Err. . . I'm not a strong believer in Crash pairings. Other than Crash/Twaina, I don't think I'll put any others.
Dingo: We know you want to.
RG: What are you implying?
Dingo: Nothin'. **evil grin**
Original Characters: Ci-ci, a Tiny look a like only she's a girl. She has blonde fur (thus her many "blonde" moments - no offence to any blondes out there!) and light green eyes. She follows KJ around and has a major crush on Tiny.
Tiny: Eh?
RG: Yep. Spur of the moment character made up by my sister, Firedragon
(her penname of course)
Tiny: **rolls eyes**
Out of Character(ness): Yep, Tiny doesn't talk in his third person (too hard for me to type into the story), KJ is still a girl (those who don't know, read Yin & Yang first), Oxide is now a girl too (err. . . sneak peak of Y&Y ch. 6 shall we say? ^.^;;), Dingo doesn't use his accent all the time (again, too difficult), Crash isn't always asleep, Coco isn't as smart, N. Gin is homicidal, Cortex is a twit, Brio's an idiot, Tropy's obsessed with time, and I think that's it. . .
Crash: **whistles** Wow, you changed a lot of characters.
RG: **strikes heroic pose** I try.
Crash: --;
Story length (about how long the story's gonna be): Maybe five chapters? Perhaps more, if ya'll like it.
Insanity level: On a scale of 1-10 I'd give it an 1100.
Other: Erm. . . just to say simply, sugar + RG=This piece of junk. If you like, tell Power and she'll email me.
LETS GET IT ON!
Power: Thank you RG. From this point on, my fancharacter, Treezan-
Treezan: Hi.
Power: -shall be MSTing. And now, without further ado, lets MST this joint!
Treezan: *sighs* If we must.
(A/N: X002 is a random number thingy. I have no clue where I came up
with it. Don't ask. Okay, I'll shut up now.)
It was a lovely sunny morning
Treezan: ^_^ Yay, sun. I like sunny mornings.
Power: Yes. You are tree. The logic fits.
Treezan: Wear it.
(is that how I always start off? Shutting up now.) when Coco went to check her email.
Treezan: O_O? She gets email?
"Let's see how many messages I got today," she commented cheerily as she opened the first of her messages. A frown crossed her face. "Junk mail, more junk mail, geesh, what is this? Send Coco junk mail day?
Treezan: No. It's called Spam. It happens. Live with it.
Ugh. Hey, this is from the school board. . ." she trailed off as she read the message, then practically fell off her bed. "WHAT???!!! THIS CAN'T BE!" she yelled.
Crash came in rubbing sleep from his eyes, followed by Pura and Polar. "What were you screaming about Coco?" he asked.
Treezan: I have a feeling we're about to find out.
Coco was still staring blankly at the screen. Pura walked over and pawed the computer, then meowed, like he could tell that something was wrong.
Treezan: *sarcasticly* Oh no, really? Something's wrong? Wow, I never guessed.
Crash came over and took the computer off Coco's lap and read the email through. He hesitated, and asked, "Err. . . What does this mean?"
Recovering from her shock, Coco responded, "Well. . . It means that they don't have our records from high school!
Treezan: What records from High School?
It means we have to go back there!
Treezan: You were never there in the first place.
I don't wanna go, Crash, everyone hated my guts!"
"Eh, don't worry, they'll sort this out, Coco. This isn't for real. But just to be safe, I'll forward it to Cortex."
Treezan: WHAT?! He has our email address? Dammit! I told Nefarious not to trust Cortex with that information.
Crash did just that, and added a note too. "There, problem solved, sis."
Treezan: *glares* Oh that's right Crash, dump you problems onto our plates why don't you, like we don't have anything better to do.
"I hope so. . ." Coco trailed off.
MEANWHILE. . .
Cortex was sleeping when there came a loud knock, and N. Gin's yell of, "YOU HAVE MAIL!!!!"
"Wha. . .? No, not the return of AOL!
Power: What's wrong with AOL?
ARGH!" Cortex screamed and fell off the bed still asleep.
Treezan: I didn't know Cortex was a sleeptalker.
Power: Well you learn new things everyday.
The door was kicked open, and N. Gin entered holding Cortex's laptop. "I said, you have mail."
"That was you?
Treezan: Eh? I thought he was still asleep.
Why I outta. . .!" Cortex said and gave N. Gin the evil eye look.
"Heh-heh-heh, you know, I really have to go to. . . erm. . . fix an experiment,
Treezan: Experiment? He means one of those robot things right? They're not experiments.
so see ya!"
Treezan: Hmm, not terribly in character but I'll let it go.
N. Gin exclaimed and ran out of the room, leaving the laptop to hit the floor with a resounding "CRASH".
Treezan: Clonk. Or crunch.
Cortex picked it up, and checked for damage. "Well, looks okay. Let's see what N. Gin was yelling about." He flipped through the first few,
Treezan: What's this? The laptop's morphed into a book or something.
then paused on one sent from Crash and Coco. "Hmm. . . they never send us anything."
Treezan: Big surprise.
He opened it and read Crash's sarcastic comment "If you have anything to do with this, don't expect an easy death."
Treezan: *scoffs* Oh please, as if any one of us would stoop that low.
"What?" Cortex asked and then scanned the rest of the email. In all other parts of the castle you could hear the screech that came from Cortex's room.
Treezan: And I would probably pick it up through my roots.
Every other villain appeared at his door asking things like, "What happened?" "Are you okay?" and, "Where's the fire?"
Cortex dropped the computer. "Err. . . Just a stupid email that said that we all have to go back to high school, but I'm sure they just messed up. . . right?"
Treezan: If Cortex is supposed to English, then surely Cortex would be saying Secondary School.
Power: Strictly speaking Clancy Brown's accent is a nice try but doesn't quite cut it.
N. Gin stepped forward to explain. "Technically speaking, they're correct. Someone must've hacked into their computer and rerouted the direction of their information and deleted it-"
"English please!" they all exclaimed.
Treezan: Pillocks. I can understand what he's saying and I'm a tree.
Power: That may be because you hang around Tropy so much - you pick up on the jargon.
"Someone destroyed our school data." N. Gin concluded, casting a glare at all of them.
"Well then, matey, what do we do?" Dingo asked.
Treezan (as Cortex): You? You do nothing, you didn't go to school. *notices "matey". Launches into a Pirate accent* Arr, me hearties.
"The only thing we can do, repeat grades 9-12." N. Gin replied airily.
"WHAT?!" the rest yelped. "We can't! I mean, we've already done it!" KJ exclaimed.
Treezan: When? You were created to fight Crash Bandicoot, you wouldn't have had time for school.
Roo bounced in, carrying the mail. Yep, Cortex made use of him (finally) by teaching him to go get the mail.
Treezan: Impossible! Ripper Roo's too insane to be taught anything.
He bounded over and dropped the mail at Cortex's feet then laughed insanely and bounced off.
Treezan: Wow, that actually sounded in character.
Cortex picked up the mail and sorted through it, giving the correct letter to the correct person. He then paused on an official one. "What's this?"
Brio snatched it from him and said, "It's probably from NASA accepting my newest creation."
Tropy
Treezan: *beams*
grabbed it from him. "No, fool, its from the school board."
"Oh no," the others sighed as Tropy opened it.
"It says; 'you all must repeat grades 9-12 because our records show that you were never there.' Do you believe the nerve of them?"
Treezan: What is he talking about? He's English, genuinely English so he would've attended school in England.
Power: Michael Ensign does a throughly convincing job as N. Tropy, considering he's lived in the UK as well as in the USA.
Treezan: You take your hat off to him then?
Power: I do indeed.
"Who could've done this?" Pinstripe asked, examining the letter himself.
The others looked out Cortex's window and said in perfect unison, "Nitrous Oxide."
Treezan: That's Nitros Oxide.
MEANWHILE. . .
"Muahahahahahahahahahah!!!!! And my mom said I'd never become as evil as my brothers! Muahahahahhahahahahahahaha!!!!" Oxide laughed evilly as she
Treezan: O_O!? WHAT?! Oxide's a male Gasmoxian.
Power: You have to read RG's Yin and Yang fic to understand.
Treezan: (•_•);
examined her handiwork. "If their school data was this easy to get rid of,
Treezan: How on Terra did he manage that? He doesn't exactly have the kind of brainpower that would make you fall to your knees in awe.
imagine how easy it will be to delete my brothers data! Oh this will be fun," she commented with an evil grin.
Then the computer said, "YOU HAVE MAIL."
Oxide arched an eyebrow and opened it. "WHAT?! HOW THE--?!"
MEANWHILE. . .
N. Gin grinned evilly (ALMOST as evilly as Oxide - key word being "almost")
Treezan: Considering the word "almost" is in capital letters, logic dictates that stress is being put on that word and is, therefore, the key word.
as he turned to the others and commented, "Sweet revenge."
Treezan: Ah, revenge is a dish best served cold.
Cortex nodded. "If she thinks getting rid of our school data is that easy, hers is ten times easier."
Treezan: Especially when N. Gin is behind it.
"Okay, wait, I'm not all that clear on this. What did we just do?" Dingo asked.
Treezan (as N. Gin): *scoffs* Where does "we" come in to this? I deleted her school data, thank you.
"We just deleted Oxide's school data." Brio commented before N. Gin could start with the technicalities of the situation.
Treezan: If that's at all possible.
"Good, that will teach her." KJ said with a nod.
"Am I the only one who thinks that this is a bad thing?" Ci-ci, a blonde Tiny look alike, asked.
Treezan: Bad? BAD? We're all bad, through and through! FOOL! *spur-of-the-moment* PEASANT! MWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahaaa!!
Power: *sweatdrops and edges away*
"I mean, if Oxide, Crash, Coco, and all of us have to go back to school, doesn't that mean that we're all in the same school?"
Treezan: *confused* No. Only the four doctors went to school. Oxide would've gone to school on Gasmoxia.
The others paused. "Good grief, she's right." Tropy said.
Treezan: -_-;
RG: . . .Okay, it's a start!
Treezan: It is indeed.
Not very promising at this point,
Treezan: Actually it's alright. Despite the flaws, I could get to like this one.
but whatever. What do you think Power?
Treezan: I'm not Power but I'll say it's good. Please do more.
Power: I like it, let's see some more on this.
Oh yeah, I would love to be part of both your stories you're working on, the one about losing your staff
Power + Treezan: Search for the Staff.
and the interviewing one
Power + Treezan: The Table Comittee.
(forgetting titles. . .). Please post this and MST it!
Treezan: Done and dusted.
Power: And now my dear Treezan, you may go.
Treezan: Thank you muchly.
Power snaps her fingers and Treezan disappears.