DJG: "Ok, I've seen lots of Jak OC stories, so I made one after Jak 3 but before Jak X, and this is what happened. And, another bonus, I did NOT put myself in here, cuz that would be kinda dumb, right? Plus, I made it less like the game, and, yeah. You'll see.
It had been exactly four days since Jak had defeated Errol, hopefully for good this time. He had discovered that Damas, the king of Spargus, was his father, and he still couldn't believe it. Daxter wasn't the only one who noticed how depressed Jak seemed. He had briefly known he had a family, and then it had been taken away from him. He spent most of his time now in either the Naughty Ottsel, or the Spargan bar, the Sandy Oasis. Daxter didn't say much when he got like this, because he knew nothing he could say would change anything. The thing that bothered Jak the most is all the questions he had would never be answered now.
And he hated Veger. Veger, that disgusting scumbag that was the reason he never knew his father. He wanted so badly to kill him, but he knew that wouldn't make Damas live again. The Dark Eco wasn't helping his mood any. He was constantly angry, and the slightest comment set him off. Finally, he decided enough was enough, and prepared to leave Spargus. He didn't know where he was going, but anything was better than being there. As he threw a few canteens of water into a bag, Daxter ran over. "Where ya going, Jak?" He said nothing, tossing extra ammo for his Morph Gun into the bag as well. He had decided to either go to the Metal Head nest to kill the remaining ones, or to the Marauder camp and get rid of a few hundred of them. He had to take his anger out on something, and better them than innocent civilians in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"I just gotta get out for a while, Dax. I'll be back later." He turned to go, but found the Ottsel blocking his way. "No dice, Jak. You're taking me with you!" Jak shook his head, but Daxter jumped on his shoulder anyway. "Too bad! Let's go! Uhhh, where are we going again?" Jak rolled his eyes and hopped on a Leaper Lizard someone had left near his apartment door.
When they got to Kleiver's garage, they found it basically deserted. Jak decided to take the Dune Hopper, just in case they needed its jumping abilities. Next stop, the Metal Head nest. He was attacked relentlessly by Marauders on the way, but he simply blasted them out of the way with the Dune Hopper's grenades. He stopped outside of the nest, and, loading his gun, got out. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what're we goin' in there for!?!?" Daxter asked hysterically. "We already wiped their asses all over the place, we don't need to rub it in!" Jak chuckled, and stepped into the nest.
Two hours later….
"That was fun. NOT!" Daxter screeched from his usual perch on Jak's shoulder. They had obliterated every Metal Head in the place, but Jak let the eggs grow so he could come kill them later. "So what's next on the agenda of pain? How about we go butcher the poor, innocent Marauders? Or, we could go find Errol's remains and light them on fire? And, after all of that, we can go ask the Precursors to send us into space so we can blow up the Dark Makers again! Won't that be fun?" Jak's head snapped up. "The Precursors! Maybe they can do something about…" Daxter instantly became interested in a rock on the ground. "Dax…." He looked up. "And go through that, that, death trap catacomb ride?! Again!?!? I barely survived the first time!" Jak's shoulders slumped. "Fine, lets go back to Spargus." Daxter was surprised by the sadness in his tone. It was like he had given up hope.
He heard a small sniffling, and saw Jak's shoulder's shaking slightly. "Jak? Are you…crying?" He hadn't seen him cry since the whumpbee accident when they were nine. "N-no. I'm f-fine." His back was turned to Daxter so he couldn't see he was faking it. Daxter crept up to Jak's leg. "S'okay, we can go if you really want to…" Jak grabbed Daxter, laughing. "Sucker!" They jumped in the Dune Hopper and headed towards the Mountain Temple, since the entrance to the Catacombs had been blocked.