CHAPTER 1 Secrets
Dingodile walked on the beach of N. sanity day dreaming of the woman who had haunted his dreams constantly night after night after night.
He tried to remember what happened in the past but failed. What did happen? Did I have a bad accident? Was my parents killed? Do I even have real parents?
The highway of thoughts traveled through his head and were about to crash into each other and Dingodile would have a relapse. Where could he go to be protected from his bad thoughts? Was there any place that was right for him? He has traveled between good, Crash, and evil, Cortex. Rejected by both where was he to go?
Love was no longer his friend and he felt as if he could no longer follow his heart because it was broken after the death of Coco in the big flame incident. It was all his fault too. If only he wouldn't of messed with recharging his flamethrower at the same time poor innocent Coco walked by to say a friendly hello. Then Crash kicked off the good side because he thought he did it on purpose. That was the worst mistake he ever would make in his life. He vowed to never touch his flamethrower again. What a hard obstacle, I mean, he had no more protection and without it he was a wimp. A very scared wimp that is. He had been so stupid, maybe even stupider than Tiny was ever in his entire life. I guess he belonged with Tiny who lived out in a dump. Cortex fired him for making a laser that make people dance. Dingodile dragged himself there. When he arrived he watched for broken glass figuring he wore no foot protection. Then a gang of three people walked up to Dingodile. So you think you're tough? They questioned. Dingodile simply walked on by with his head down. The punks started to beat him up and he didn't even try to fight back. After about 20 bruises Tiny saw what was happening and decided to take some action, which he hadn't done since working with Cortex. He punched them and they shrieked in fear of how small they were compared to Tiny. Tiny held out his hand and picked Dingodile up and carried hi to his house he had made which looked like a boxes taped to each other and made a large castle. They dried off and walked into his so called living room which had nothing in it except for another box that had a television drawn on it. Poor Tiny and Dingodile were missing everything they once had. It was time to make a decision. It was time for action. It was time for redecorating. to be continued...