What's this? A story? Well, here's an introduction. Contains mild swearing, romantic situations, and violence. Also two fan characters... but they don't take up the story. It's still about Diddy and Dixie. So yeah. Enjoy!
I claim nothing, except for the few fan characters that may appear. All other names, characters, and locations are copyrighted to Nintendo and/or Rare.
Prologue
Sure, he had been through many things. Knocked in his own filthy swamp and chewed out by sharks, chased out of his own castle, even blown away into the ocean multiple times. He knew it were those apes – those pesky, no-good apes – who brought him such misery. On a fine summer's day, he was launched into the ocean with great force as a punishment for who-knows-what.
It took him a while to become aware of his surroundings – salt water all around him. If he was any other species it would have stung his eyes, but he wasn't any other animal, he was a Kremling, and a king, no less. Floating around for a while, not quite knowing what to do, he began to swim around aimlessly. (of course, he could also hold his breath for a very long time)
It was quite a sorry sight indeed. He had lost his crown, and his royal cape had seen better days as well. And now he was on a romp in the ocean. Quite pitiful, he thought, as he mowed forth, deeper and deeper, all while paddling furiously with his strong arms, searching for something to help him back to his mechanical island, which was in an incredibly state of disrepair.
Eventually he came across something what appeared to look like a volcano of some sorts. He recognized it immediately as it was no volcano, but the famed, now-defunct Crocodile Isle.
If he wouldn't have been underwater he would've cheered, but he just swam to it quickly instead, and entered the crater that would take him deeper, and deeper, until he reached what he wanted to reach; the Kremling Source.
Surprisingly, an air pocket was trapped in the island, and once he finally reached dry ground again, he could breathe freely once again. He sank to his knees and gasped heavily, still soaked from head to toe. His old eyes spotted the altar from which the Source came, at least, it would have, until he got knocked in the Source itself, which caused it to malfunction and Crocodile Isle to sink. Everything was gone. Kremland, Gloomy Gulch, Crocodile Cauldron – they were all but a memory to the natives of the Island, the Kremlings, from whom a few just managed to escape after the tragic accident in a couple of old boats. After that, their numbers began to slink down faster than ever. Their king could only watch it happen without being able to do anything. He didn't want to mate with female Kremlings, and without the Source, they couldn't survive, so the race was doomed to go extinct.
Until now.
For the king had found the fabled Source, that many Kremling kids just knew of stories, because they were so little when the isle sank. He found the Source of the Kremlings.
He greedily approached the altar with outstretched arms and an evil glimmer in his eyes. As soon as he planted his claws on them, however, everything started to rumble and shake, he hit his head on something heavy, and from then, he forgot everything what had happened. He could feel one last memory, one last feeling of pain – but after that, everything went black.