Hey here's just a small one for you, my first Jak and Daxter fic, please review :)
Alone
Daxter's small body shook with the ferocity of his sobs. It had been four weeks since they had come to this hell hole through the time rift. Four weeks since he had felt sand beneath his paws, four weeks since he last felt safe even if he was destined to be stuck in this new yet fuzzy form. Four weeks since he had left Jak to the mercy of the Krimzon guard. He had betrayed his best friend. Betrayed his one and only friend. He was nothing but a traitor! A weak lousy excuse for an elf! A rat! He deserved to be cursed in this form, deserved to suffer for his crimes. He deserved to be alone.
Alone.
He was all alone now. Now that he had left Jak, he had no one. He had tried to track Jak down to save him, but what's an ottsel going to do against an army? He was two feet tall for crying out loud! Not to mention he was younger and weaker then Jak! What was he supposed to do? He did what anyone would have done! At least that's what he spent the cold nights trying to convince himself with as he cried himself to sleep.
He looked around his small shelter. It was an abandoned building he had found located in the area of the city known as the slums. The roof had caved in on one side and had taken half of the second floor with it. The debris landing in a makeshift mound, allowing easy access to what was left of the second floor. The second floor was exactly where Dax had curled up in himself, the moon shining down on him, illuminating his weakness.
"Jak," he whimpered, arms wrapped around himself in a pitiful attempt at keeping warm. "Jak I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" every night he was haunted by nightmares. Nightmares that showed what Jak may be suffering because of his cowardliness, because of his uselessness, his inability to help his friend. Every night he saw Jak, Keira, and Samos' accusing eyes. Calling to him, ridiculing him. Hating him.
"You left Daxter. This is your fault! You could have saved me from this torture!" Jak would scream at him, while Samos and Keira would say how much they hated him, how much they regretted bringing the red headed orphan into their home, wishing they had left him to rot in the streets, like the rat he was. All Daxter could do was mumble weak apologies to the dream figures. He had begged for their forgiveness, knowing that he wasn't worthy of it. Wasn't worthy enough to call them friends.
He knew he would never forgive himself for this act, but he vowed to make it right, he vowed he would find Jak, no matter how long it took him. With these thoughts in mind, he steeled himself for another uneasy night, alone.