AN: So, this is my first fanfiction ever really written and published. It was done pretty quickly, most likely crappy, but I was amused by it and I hope you all are ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Naughty Dog.
Jak lay on his cot, brooding about his time in prison and what he'd do to gain his revenge.
'One day…Erol, Praxis, you'll get yours and it won't be merciful,' he thought darkly. He was so wrapped up in his plotting that he didn't hear the door to his cell opening or the approaching figure. The visitor stood in front of him, teetering on the tip of his toes, almost as if he was nervous, then knelt down by Jaks' head and began pulling at his hair. The tugging broke Jak from his reverie and he shot up, crying out as he felt some of his hair being ripped out.
"That is why you don't make any abrupt movements when someone is trying to do your hair, Eco Freak."
Jak whipped around to see a smiling Erol, his eyes almost glittering ('Not right at all!' Jak thought frantically) with what appeared to be joy. Unbridled, innocent joy. Jak cautiously moved to sit in front of Erol, his muscles tense (in case he had to make a quick getaway) and stared down at the KG Commander questioningly.
"Uh…'doing my hair'?" he asked. Erol nodded quickly. "Erol, what have you taken? Or has someone slipped you something?"
Erol blew a raspberry, shocking Jak even more.
"No silly! I just felt that we could use, you know, a little bonding time," he replied, his smile ("It was really creepy guys, I'm serious!") getting bigger, "I mean, it was so harsh of me to unjustly arrest you like I did two years ago, but I was under strict orders and-"
"Hold on!" Erol closed his mouth, still looking quite cheery. Jak stared at the man, trying to find out a way to explain (to himself) why Erol was acting this way, and what to do with him.
'Erol is usually a sadistic bastard. The only thing that could have changed him is either drugs, conscious or not, or major brain damage,' Jak thought, studying Erol as he played with his helmet, buckling and unbuckling it, 'Probably saw Praxis naked.' Jak shivered and groaned out of disgust before regarding the commander.
"Er…Erol?"
"Yes Jakkie boy?" Jak cringed.
"Well, um, you sure you didn't hit your head, see Praxis naked, or take any drugs?"
Erol pursed his lips, tutting and humming to himself, then shook his head.
"None of the above," he sang ("He literally sang!" Jak would later yell at Daxter), "So scoot, turn, and let me braid your hair. Its gotten so long, looks like it'd be a treat to play with!" Jak complied, feeling the bed lower as Erol climbed up and sat behind him, picking his hair up and began braiding it. Every tug further confused and scared Jak because it made him realize that he wasn't dreaming. The great KG Commander, harbinger of doom to the people of Haven City, his torturer and the man he would eventually kill, was braiding his hair and singing ("I'm not joking Torn, he really was singing!") about rainbows and hiphogs frolicking through the racetrack, shower the dancing metal heads with flowers and butterflies.
"All done!" Erol cheered, making Jak jump an inch or so off his bed. Erol stood up, stretching his arms and brushing his uniform off before turning to look at the thoroughly confused Jak. He smiled and did an odd happy dance and walked off to the door, waving to Jak.
"I had a lot of fun, Jakkie boy," he said ('Stop calling me that' Jak thought desperately), "but unfortunately…I must go. I'll come visit you soon though, so don't you fret! See ya!" With that, he exited the cell, locking the door behind him. Jak sat stationary on the bed, bringing trembling hands up to his head and feeling the mass amount of braids, causing his head to look much bigger than it really was.
'He did all this in that short amount of time? What the hell is going on?!'
Praxis studied the monitors, one camera in particular, with a look of disgust and shock. He had no idea how to react to what he just saw. Eventually, he shut the camera that was set on Jaks' cell (who was now sitting in a corner in the fetal positions screaming "WHY?!") off and rubbed his one eye.
"I am going to need massive amounts of brain bleach to scrub that out…"