Fear of Falling

Author's Notes: Happy Halloween. Turnips and soulcakes, everyone. I've got a pointless little drabble for you all. I intended to have the second part of Trial of the Flesh ready by now, but like its predecessor, it is taking longer to write than I thought.

Disclaimer: I don't own Crash Bandicoot. It belongs to… um… whomever it is that owns the license these days.

Summery: Over the course of his life, Dr Neo Cortex had developed an irrational fear of falling, stemming in particular from one foiled plan for world domination. Stemming in particular from a battle with one failed experiment. Collection of drabbles.


"Grrrrhh," the demented scientist voiced as he unleashed his frustration at the wretched marsupial before him. Below him, on the highest point of Cortex Island, his castle was in ruins, his entire army decimated, his headquarters aflame. "Darn you!" he cried, his exclamation guttural.

He fired three more shots at his very own airship, hovering mere inches away, on top of which stood his target, his creation, and the bane of his conquest. That blasted bandicoot.

The genetically enhanced creature was actually deflecting his shots.

One blast hit the scientist's hoverboard. Causing him to lose his balance.

Distressingly, he fell.


There you go, something a little different. In rating, theme, and especially length. I was going to make this about Crash falling down a hole, and call it 'falling down a hole,' but I wasn't sure how to write the scatterbrained bandicoot, so, I came up with this instead. I'm not used to writing anything so short. Still, I don't think it's too bad. Unfortunately, I was unable to include the fall itself. Maybe I can give that its own drabble. Maybe do that next. Farewell. And a word of warning to you trick-or-treaters. Watch out for red postal vans.