a/n: I decided not to write this story in different POVs. It might cause confusion, as I'm not good at writing in different POVs. Anyway, this is a short chapter but I hope you will all enjoy it. OC Michael the Bat belongs to jojoker boy.
A New Racer
Crash, Cortex and company were standing in the center of the midway. Von Clutch was addressing them.
"Everyone, there is someone I want you to meet." The cyborg recieved confused looks from everyone, save Pasadena. She knew who Von Clutch was referring to. He continued, "He will be part of this racing competition as well. I hope you can all get along with him." He paused as he let the new information sink in for everyone.
"So what do we do in the meantime?" Nira asked with her eyebrow raised.
"Wait here while I go get him." Von Clutch says as he turns and leaves, heading towards the arcade and mini games area of the park.
-Time skip!-
"Michael? Where are you my boy?" Von Clutch was standing at the entrance to the arcade as he called for him. The door had two giant bowling pin statues aligned on both sides.
The one called Michael, a black bat with peircing red eyes, stepped out from behind the bowling pin statue on the left side of the door. "What?" He asked, somewhat annoyed.
"I have found racers that have agreed to help me find the lost power gems!" Von Clutch exclaimed happily. "I want you to meet our guests. Come." He gestures the young bat to follow him. Michael hesitated, not exactly being a people person, but gives in and follows the cyborg to the midway. He really had nothing better to do, and who knows? He might actually like them. I hope this is actually worth it, he thought to himself.
-Back at the midway-
In moments time, Von Clutch was back with Michael and smiled at everyone. "Everyone, this is Michael, he-" Von Clutch was cut off as things went wrong in seconds. He watched Michael jump up, razor claws out, and attack Cortex. The bat had an angry look in his eyes as he pinned Cortex to the ground. Cortex whimpered and tried to push him off, but Michael was too strong. Everyone panicked, except for Crash, Pasadena, Von Clutch and Nira. Crash was stepping towards the bat slowly, in attempt to jump him. Pasadena, with Von Clutch, were trying to calm him down.
"Please stop Michael. Get off of him." Von Clutch pleaded, but it was left unheard as Michael left a nasty scratch on Cortex's arm. Nira had enough, and growled as she came up behind Michael, gripped him by the back of the shirt and yanked him off of Cortex. Michael struggled, but not long enough before Nira grabbed his arm and bent it, holding it up against his back between his wings and shoulder blades. No, she wasn't hurting him, it was a method that was used to stop someone from moving around.
Cortex got up off the ground as he stared at the bat, in recognition. Nira gave him a weird look and noticed the gash on his arm. Her blood boiled.
"Let me go." Michael growled at Nira.
"I don't think so. Come, let's talk." Nira said as she dragged Michael off somewhere away from the crowd.
As they were walking away, N. Gin turned to Cortex. Cortex was holding his injured arm. It was bleeding, but not as much to be considered life threatening.
"Master, who was that?" N. Gin asked, confused.
Cortex groaned in annoyance, "He's another one of my failed mutations."
-Back with Nira and Michael-
"Mind explaining why you attacked Cortex?" Nira asked, a little ticked off. She was standing in front of him with her arms crossed.
Michael said nothing as he glared at her. He looked her up and down, and took notice that she was a cat, and a pretty one at that. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the red 'N' on her black jacket, and stood his ground. "Why would I answer to someone who works for that maniac?"
Nira narrowed her eyes as well, "My reasons are my own. I'm the one asking the questions." She paused for a moment and purred in curiosity, "Do you...know him in some way?"
"You know, curiosity killed the cat," Michael joked, Nira just rolled her eyes. "But I guess I'll answer, on one condition." He smirked.
"And that would be?" Nira raised an eyebrow. She didn't like where this was going.
"We can discuss it over Wumpa Whip, your treat." His smirk grew, reveling his sharp fangs.
Nira groaned, "Fine." and dragged him to the snack bar.
