He had no memory of the Crack. No memory of the glitch, the grey void, the evil timeline. The experience had been too large, too painful for his simple mind to hold. It had been compressed, archived, and buried deep in a hidden folder of his brain labeled DO_NOT_DELETE_SYSTEM32 .
The sky above N. Sanity Island was a bruised, violent purple. The moon, which usually hung like a grinning jack-o’-lantern, was now split cleanly down the middle. From the fissure, a waterfall of shimmering, sickly green light poured down, not onto the ground, but into the head of Crash Bandicoot. crash bandicoot crack
“Crash? You okay, big brother?”