Hello Fanfiction. eternal1990 is at it again. Here am I to bring you number 3 Time.

Warped is probably one of my all time favorite games ever made. So this fic remains close to my heart as I write it.

While it does maintain a lighthearted atmosphere, this story is very dark and changed the ending to an extent. As I felt is follows with the next few stories coming up.

A certain Voodoo mask makes his grand debut playing a rather large role. Plus more OC start popping up. And Coco plays a large role in the story maybe more than in the game itself.

As as always. If you like my story, kudos to you. If you don't, that's perfectly fine, not everywhere will. But, if you do feel that I could be doing something different. then go ahead and explain to me in a review what you think I can do to make my stories better. Or if you want to PM go on ahead I will respond.

Other than that, that's it.

For the Prologue, I strongly recommend listening to Immortal by Adema.

Crash Bandicoot and any related characters are owned by their respective owners. Any OC's that may appear in the story all belong to me.

Here we go

Time
Prologue

It was a sunny but cold afternoon off the coast of the Pacific Ocean. A group of fisherman were out on the water trying to catch a batch of fish to sell at the market for the next morning.

While the catch was abundent, it was nowhere near as big as their usual run. The fisherman however, didn't seem to mind. As the cold but gentle breeze and sunny air made the fisherman seem to unwind after a long day and relax.

"Oi! It seems the fish aren't biting today." A young male said, looking at the several bunches they managed to catch.

"Ah, we have good days and bad days. However, I don't seem to mind today. The sky is gorgeous and the weather's perfect." An older man said..

"It's 30 degrees and I'm freezing. I'd rather it be 90."

"At least it's not snowing or cloudy." The older fisherman laughed, heartily.

The two fisherman sat in silence for a few minutes, as the cold air danced around them.

"So what are you doing this weekend Dave?" The young fisherman asked.

"Well, it seems my two children's friend is coming to visit."

"Which one?"

"The European Sheila, I think she's from Austria."

"What are they going to do?"

"I don't know for sure, because this girl can't walk. But, those two are creative so I'm not worried."

"Are they going to visit their other friends that live on those islands?"

"Of course; they go all the time." Dave laughed in his hearty way.

The ship trailed gently along the water as they passed a small island which contained numerous dark trees and a mysterious temple that looked cold and uninviting. The mere presence of the island had dozens keep their distance.

"I don't like passing this place. Something demonic seems to be lurking there." Said the young fisherman
"Oh Mitch; It's all just a superstition. They only say there's a dark presence there just to cause some chills." Dave said, rolling his eyes.

"Either way, I still don't like it." Mitch replied, skeptically.

Suddenly from the sky, a large unknown object was plummeting towards the temple.

"What's that?!" Asked Dave.

"A meteor or something." Mitch answered

Whatever the object was, crashed right into the foreboding temple. The world around the fishermen seemed to shake.

"What's going on?!" Asked another fisherman.

Then from all around, dark and hollow laughter seemed to echo through the air filling the fisherman with a fear they never felt before. It was like the laughter belonged an demonic entity, that resided in the deepest pits of hell.

"Return to the port! I don't think it's safe here!"Mitch cried.

The ship sailed back to the dock leaving the dark island behind them. Never noticing the dark mist that seemed to float away from the temple; gloating to itself.

"Free, at last." A deep demonic voice, chuckled darkly.

That's the Prologue What did you think. Read and Review or PM.