A Crazy in Spargus
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am up to no good.
Summary: We all know the story; Girl plays Jak 3 and ends up in Spargus. But what if the girl was schizophrenic?
Chapter 1
"Okay. Yup. Shut up, I know! Yes, let's play."
A finger clicked the 'On' button for the PS2. A TV screen blared the title 'Jak 3.' The TV screen was the only light in the pitch dark room, dancing across a girl's face. The girl looked to be around 16, maybe 17. She had short, shaggy hair. This month, it was dyed a grass green, complimenting her bright brown eyes. You're probably thinking, "Oh, she's perfect. There's nothing wrong with her." Well, you'd be wrong. This girl is schizophrenic, a mental illness that makes people see things that aren't really there and hear things when no one says anything. Her name is Margret Austin.
Margret's eyes darted across the screen as Jak and the two animals trekked across the sandy Wasteland. Since she doesn't talk much, let's take a journey into Margret's mind to hear her 'conversations.'
'Kya ha ha! Lookie lookie. Here comes a sand worm!'
'Oh, hush! Don't wish on ill fortune for those three. They don't deserve it.'
It still would still be freakin' sweet if a sand worm scared the shit outta them.
'HA! I win!'
Uh, guys? Why is the TV goin' all swirly?
It was true. Instead of Jak having a flashback, the screen now had a whitish-blue vortex smack-dab in the center. Margret, despite the fierce protests of the voices, touch the vortex with her index finger. Unfortunately, the vortex decided to drag Margret to a world that she was quite familiar with.
Jak wiped the sweat from his sun-baked brow as his leaden feet slowly dragged across the desert. Even Daxter and Pecker stopped bickering, it was so hot. Jak took one step before fall to the ground in exhaustion. "Good plan, Jak," wheezed Daxter as he fell to his knees, "A nap would be nice." Then he too fell to the ground. Pecker landed beside him. Jak looked at the scorching sun, "The Palace," he gasped before finally passing out. A few feet away from where the three lay, a sinkhole started to form. It became bigger and bigger until a slumped form emerged from the sand. It was Margret. She was out cold. A few moments passed.
In the distance, three vehicles were speeding to the four fallen figures. One stopped and two men came out. "Looks like we got some live ones," announced one of them. He prodded Jak with his staff, "Barely." Jak rolled over and opened his hand to reveal something blinking. "Here's the beacon we picked up," he said, holding the blinking item. He grabbed Jak's shirt, "Who gave you this?" Unable to answer, Jak just moaned softly. The man dropped his hold on Jak, "We'll take them with us," he spotted Margret, covered with sand, "That one, too." He turned to the others in the vehicles, "Let's move!" he ordered, "I sense a storm coming."