HEYYYY! I'M BACK. no i am not dead just hav not been able to update for many reasons. Now i will be introducing an Oc in this chapter. I have had time to expand my knowledge in writing. I won't be aable to update reguarly, but when I do, the chapters will be as long as i can make them. I Don't own anything Now time to begin the story.
Crash woke up to the sleeping possum in his arms. He smiled down at her, his emrald eyes admiring her perfect face and figure. He smirked.'Damn am I lucky.' he thoughtv to himself. The possum in his arms began to stir befor openening her eyes and looking into Crash's. "Hey beautiful." Crash greeted while smirking. "Hello handsome." Pasedena replied. "Wanna see who is deejaying tonight? I heard he calls himself TJXLR8." Crash suggested. "I don't see why not." Was Pasadena's reply.
Crash was ready. He now stood in a white button up long sleeve shirt that was rolled up to his forearms. On his legs were black skinny jeans. On his feet were black and white hi-tops. An all white fidora sat atop his head letting his left ear poke out. Crash's jaw dropped when Pasadena walked into the living room. Pasadena was clad in a tight white top with black shorts that were really short and shows off her nice toned backside. on her feet were black vans with white laces and soles. She looked at him with a deviose grin. 'Time to have a little fun!' Pasadena thought. She began to run her hands up and down her body as she walked twards Crash, hips swaying teasingly. "Like whatv you see?" She asked in a sultry tone. Crash nodded, the bulge in his pants slowly growing. Pasadena noticed and blushed.'Guess I really do have an effect on him.' She thought. "Maybe when we get back." She purred before walking past him, her tail beckoning him to follow. He followed her dumbly to the yellow horde.
Crash and Pasadena walked into the club, hand in hand. They began to make thier way to sit at one of the many tables. An emcee began to make his way to the stage. 'Is that the same skunk that refused to do his job when Cortex dressed as my sister?' Crash asked himself. This was indeed that skunk as crash ended up walking around the nitro-crates."Please help me welcome TJXLR8!" An all black fox with white at the tips of it tail and ears rose from the floor in front of the turntables. He was clad in a dark hoodie with matching skinny jeans. the hair on top of his head was wild and untamed. He wore black combat boots. "Who's ready for the bass to drop?" He called out. he got no reaction. "Oh yeah?" The music began. It was strangely hypnotic but at the same time one could dislike the music if they wanted to. Crash and Pasadena stood and joined the crowd. The bass began to build, the kick beating faster before all sound stopped and a resounding"Let's go!" Blasted through the speakers before the bass dropped causing everyone to jump along with it. "He is amazing!" Pasedena said with stars in her eyes. Crash felt a twinge of jelousy." She's mine!" He thought. What if this TJXLR8 guy came and stole Pasedena? He wouldn't let that happen. His fears extinguished when he saw an orangish fox with mid-back blonde hair and blonde at the tips of her ears and tails. Yes TAILS! both her and TJXLR8 had two tails. The place erupted into cheers when all about that bass by Meghan trainor. Then the D.J stepped down to take a break. He happened to see crash and his eyes widened.b He began to make his way over
When he reached them he outstretched his arm. "Terriaon Canady. Call me T.J." He greeted. "Crash Bandicoot." Was crash's curt reply."I know you probably get this alot but, I'm a big fan. You have saved this island so many times that it isn't funny." T.J praised."Thanks T.J. I tthink we will get along just fine.