Tucker is from the Crash 2. Excerpt: Then, I look up from the table and notice a brick with my name on it flying towards me! The last thing I hear before my vision goes black is Alan saying, “I notice your face has gone remarkably pale, danger must be afoot. Ha, afoot!” Then, I hear something say, “Miss me, brother?” In a familiar voice, but it’s not Daniel, and it’s not Steven. “Who is it?” I ask very creeped out, my voice echoing. “Don’t you remember me?” The voice replies. “The farthest thing I can remember is my evil twin, Edward!” I reply. “Think further back, to let’s say five years old.” The voice orders. “I don’t remember anything before six!” I reply. “Well, let me tell you the story of a kid named Tucker, shall we?” The voice says. “W-who’s Tucker?” I stutter nervously. “That’s me!” He says stepping into the shadow. The teen who stands before me unsettles me. A male teen who’s half robot and half human, though with an LED visor, and an LED screen showing his mouth, shaped into a smirk. He has robotic claws replacing fingers, a robotic hand and arm, and a prosthetic leg. “I don’t even remember you!” I shout at him nervously. His claws clench into a fist. “Of course you don’t remember! Your memory got messed up from getting a concussion!” He shouts back with fiery LED eyes. “What do you mean?” I ask, confused. “Well, as I was saying, let me tell you the story of a six-year-old name Tucker.” He says, still as angry as before, “There once was a six-year-old kid named Tucker.” “Cut to the chase!” I holler at him. “Alright, alright!” Tucker shouts back, annoyed, “One fateful day, on their way to the playground, Paul, Tucker, and their mom, were in the car: their mom driving the car. Paul decided it was a good idea to show his drawing of the happy family in the car. All too ironically, the happy scene turned most dreadful; Their mom ran the red light, side bumped a semitruck carrying cargo, and it fell on its side onto Paul and Tucker. The luckiest victim was Paul, who got a concussion and a few broken bones, the concussion erasing his past memories and giving him terrible memory, Tucker who was thought dead, was left on the scene, never to be seen again. Or so they thought. A kind fellow with a glitchy appearance, fixed me up as much as he could, but some parts had to be replaced.” I take all this in. “It was Error 422 who took you in!” I exclaim. Then, my vision clears up.
