I have no idea how this came to be. It just kinda formed in my head. Please no flames; if you don't like don't read. However, if you see something messed up- such as spelling or a way for a better story, feel free to shout it out.

I do not own Jak and Daxter. However, Razor is mine.

Oh! Just so you know this is based off the first game.


Daxter didn't know what the heck had happened. One minute Ol' Green Stuff was shooting his mouth off about dark eco (he thought) and the next he was in a totally different place. Buildings as tall as mountains, wagons that weren't drawn by Yakows, and people dressed strangely. Even though he had to admit, the women were pretty. Nevertheless, where was Jak?

His head spun and he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Of course not. "Jak!" he yelled. "Jak, where are you?" A few people looked at him strangely. "What? You've never seen an Ottsel before?"

One woman grabbed her daughter and dragged her away. "But mommy-!"

"JAK!" he screamed. "JAK, WHERE ARE YOU!"

"Whoa. The hell is that?"

Daxter turned and standing there were two men; both in matching outfits. Each had a little shiny thing over their hearts, and black boxes on their shoulders. "Ah, finally. Will you two gentlemen tell me where I can find-?"

"It talks!" One exclaimed.

"Of course, I can talk!"

"It may be rabid." the officer's partner mumbled.

"Ra-what?" Daxter took a step closer.

"Get back!" he drew an oddly shaped object. "Hands in the air!" He spoke into the box on his shoulder, "We need a dogcatcher on the corner of-"

"These are paws."

"Put 'em in the air! Now!" he returned to the box. "Fifth Avenue and West Twenty-First Street." (I've never been to Manhattan, so I can only go based on a map)

"You realize you just told a cat to put its paws in the air, right?"

"I'm an Ottsel!" Daxter didn't know what to think, but he was certain that thing was dangerous; especially with these knuckleheads. So he complied. "So… what do you do for a living?"

"Silence!"

Our little furry hero glanced aimlessly around, and then caught sight of an alley. Now for a distraction… "Ah, what's that behind you!?"

The men whipped around, and Daxter was gone. He dashed down the alley, then a few more. Zipping this way and that, until he was certain, he had lost them. But he was also… "Hopelessly lost. Where's Jak when I need him?"

"You lost, rat?" a voice purred.

"I'm an Ottsel dammit!" he whipped around and found himself face-to-face with a cat.

"You look like a rat to me."

"And just who do you think you are?"

"The name's Razor. I own these here alleyways."

"Daxter." He held out his paw but Razor didn't take it.

"Well, Daxter," he said the name like it was a disgusting flavored mouse. "I don't remember seeing you 'round here." he began circling.

Daxter swallowed hard. "I, uh, think I hear my mom calling. So, I… better go."

He turned to leave, but in the split second it took him to do so, Razor blocked his path. "I think not. You look mighty tasty. I've never had a- whatever you are."

"Ahhh!" Daxter dashed to the left of the cat then quickly turned right, causing Razor to jump and miss him.

He fled up the alley screaming for help and Jak; cat hot on his heels. It was unsurprising when he came to a dead end.

"Now I have you rat." Razor leapt at Daxter…


Well, hope you liked the first chapter. Please, please, please review! It'll help Daxter out of his situation.