Fate of Nitrus Brio
Nitrus Brio watched as the two bandicoots stepped on the teleporter to N Sanity Island, and sighed. His allies were gone. Still, he stayed on his little installation for a while to admire to amazing view of the Cortex space station exploding- and the laser beam shifting from red to yellow to green to blue to purple to white. This was the best light show he had ever seen- his abusive former master being thwarted, and his planet saved from his grasps- and it was all thanks to his minions failing.
He sent a hologram to the Komodo Brothers saying about how he wasn't bitter at them for failing, and how he still loved them as his own children. He tried to contact Tiny, but he couldn't find the tiger. Depressed for some reason despite his elatedness, Brio prepared for another day of Bar-tending. He loved it still, but was getting bored from time to time. He told his customers about how he once made brews that did much more than get you drunk. The customers sometimes believed him, sometimes didn't.
But behind this bar-tending, Brio still continued to evolve creatures, and genetically alter them. He was currently trying genetically combined animals.
"Hmm... the crocodile has 16 pairs of chromosomes... the same as Alfalfa- but what use is a croc that can't move... the American Badger... let's try it. I'll call it... Badgerdile!"
But after a few weeks, the Badgerdile embryo Brio had created died. Brio cried, as he seemed to to have grown an attachment to his creations ever since he left Cortex. "Next attempt- I will have a crocodile hybrid! Ah... the honey bee... a flying Crocodile would be genetically superior in every way!"
Yet another failure ensued. "I don't get it... all organisms with 32 chromosomes like the crocodile just... don't work. In theory they're the most stable hybrids... but Badgerdile, Crocobee, and every other 32-chromosomed organism has failed! Perhaps I need to deviate..."
After failed attempts with a mongoose, a Tibetan Fox, a Starfish, a Red Fox, a Meerkat, and a Kingfisher, Brio said "I've tried all the animals in the 30s for chromosomes! What do I have do for success? DEVIATE? Oh, I know, why not try a Dingo, because 32 chromosomes and 78 chromosomes go so WELL together!" he continued his sarcastic rant by actually carrying out the genetic splicing and placing the newly-made embryo into an incubator.
A month later, Brio was astonished... the embryo was still alive, and was viable. He released it, and it howled with confusion. A few weeks later, and it was speaking in full sentences, but for some reason, in a rasp Australian accent despite Brio being the only person it knew. "I'm so proud of you, Dingodile!" Brio shouted "You've manufactured a weapon all by yourself! So... um... what is it?"
"Well, I took some of your explosive mutagen, and that's the fuel, and this thing ignites and launches Napalm... I call it... the FLAMETHROWER!"
Too kind to tell Dingodile that it was already invented, Nitrus Brio said "That's a catchy name... you could develop for the military!" After a few more months, Nitrus Brio approached Dingodile, and said softly to him "Dingodile, I think it's... er... sorry, I can't do this..." a tear left his eye "...I think it's time you went out... and... s-s-s-saw the world. You knew this day would come... you have to leave me. I wish you the b-b-best of luck in whatever you do... I love you, my son."
Dingodile straightened up, and put a claw on a now sobbing N Brio. "It's alright, mate. I'll miss you too. But I'll visit. I'll make sure you don't live alone. But, I do, as you say, need to see the world. Thanks for creating me, Brio. You're a great guy. Hope you find yourself a Sheila one of these days.". And with that, the hybrid turned around to open the door.
"W-w-wait... one more thing... if you ever w-w-w-work for s-s-someone n-n-named Neo Cortex... betray him at some point. Make him have a taste of his own medicine."
"Got it. Thanks for everything, mate."
