My first Jak 2 fic, involving an OC from Earth! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine! Except for Devon and other assorted characters that are obviously made up!
Tangled Reality
by: Neseri
You could say that I'm just one of the thousand (and more) anime fans on Earth. I'd like to think that I'm pretty open-minded when it comes to real life, but anime does play a large part. However, its not just anime, playing video games is also a biggie, and I'm just as addicted to them as I am to anime and manga. Of course I worry about school grades, especially with college just around the corner, and about how my social life seems to be zero currently. Work really does eat up a lot of my time you know, leaving no room for friends or even the occasional manga to be read or game to be played. So when I finally do get to relax I'm pretty much cornered by my foster mom who wants me to do the chores. Fun, ne?
Nine pm is about the time that everything in the household starts winding down and I go downstairs for some quick pencil sketching of my favorite bishounen, not to mention the female characters from my most adored anime shows. Rurouni Kenshin, Gundam Wing, Inu Yasha, RahXephon, just to name a few. Or even draw some characters from Playstation games, Jak 2 being foremost these days, Spyro, .hack, and there's more that I could mention but I'll shut up for now.
Whoops, I completely forgot to introduce myself, audience say hello to Devon (yes, it's a girl's name as well!), Devon say hello to the audience. There, now that the introductions are complete how about I continue this on?
Anyways, this story takes place in a place far, far away, in a dungeon beneath the ground, a.k.a. my room. It's an affectionate term for my room, the dungeon. Better get back on track. It takes place in my room because that's where all this mayhem and mass confusion started, how I ended up getting shot at, and being attacked by vicious creatures… But I'm getting ahead of myself. Still with me? Good. Alrighty, moving on…
Ever notice how there's all those fanfics where a person gets sucked into either an anime world or a gaming world and they play a major part? Well, actually that doesn't really happen, I mean, it didn't to me. I just kinda got in the way more than often or not.
I know what you're thinking, yup, I can see it clearly.
Devon is nuts, cracked, should be tossed in the loony bin.
Well guess what? I'm not, and just cause you're all here and reading this you'll get to hear my story of how I ended up in the Jak 2 world and what happened to me in there. I suppose I should get this story going shouldn't I? You're probably wondering what exactly happened, and I won't waste your time with all the blather, so let's just skip to when the fun began.
It was one of those days again, you know the dreary kind of day where you just knew something was going to wrong? Well, I'm usually optimistic but for some reason life just pulled me down. It was a Sunday, and in my firm belief all Sundays were supposed to be beautiful, sunny days. But not this Sunday, nope, this one stank.
Just when it couldn't get any worse, it started to rain, completely ruining any chance of a good mood out of me. So I did what any other ticked off kid would do, ignored the world and it's faults at large.
Or in my case I decided to play Playstation, and hopefully complete a few more missions on Jak 2 – a game that I'm hopelessly addicted to.
After about an hour of heavy concentration and random minor swears from me, I finally finished a really hard mission and was about to save when the power went out. About this time a thunderstorm had brewed and lightening must've struck a power line or something. I was definitely more than a little bit angry at all that wasted time.
"Brenda," I hollered in the darkness as I got up to maneuver around in the dark, "I'm going to get the flashlights out of the storage room!" I fumbled around for my door handle.
"Okay Devon, bring one of them upstairs, I'd like to get back to reading my book, Alicia is just about to meet with some Russian soldiers!" That was Brenda my foster mom, a complete WW2 fanatic and a total bookworm.
Luckily for me the storage room was right by my room and it was fairly easy for me to find flashlights, it only took a couple of crashes and bangs for me to reach the shelf where they were stashed. I went upstairs and gave one to Brenda who thanked me and I went back downstairs this time with the aid of the light. All in a day's work.
As soon as I got into my room I knew something was wrong. For one my television was on, and the power was off. Two, my Jak 2 game was running but the main character wasn't in the picture. At the same time the TV kept getting brighter and the view switched to a zoomer with the 'hero' Jak cruising on it.
As for me I was watching in utter fascination. Suddenly the light grew too bright for my eyes and I flung up a hand to shield them, inadvertently dropping the flashlight in the process. A loud piercing whistle, like the sound of an electronic device, hurt my ears and everything flashed a brilliant white.
I think I blacked out.
"…Wha?" I asked groggily, my voice husky from sleep. I raised my hand to my forehead and winced as it came into contact with a lump. "Ouch." Then I took a look around.
I was lying in a filthy alleyway, garbage strewn everywhere, soot and dirt covered the paved ground. 'Ewww!' I covered my nose from the smell of pollution that hung heavy in the air. Figuring that sitting down on my ass would only make me look like a moron I stood up and headed for what seemed to be the entrance of the alley, or was it the exit?
Up to now, I'd pretty much decided that I'd been kidnapped and dumped in some inconspicuous place but my hopes faded when the sunlight stung my sensitive eyes and the murmur of voices reached my ears. I gasped in shock.
There were freaking ZOOMERS flying above my head, and long eared people walking around looking exactly like the citizens off of Jak 2. This was not Earth. Oh hell no. This was Jak 2 and I was in it. Either that or it was just all a cruel joke, or a dream.
I think I would've fainted if not for the explosion down the street that rippled through the air and caused me to get thrown backwards. No, not a dream.
I let out a faint cry, and looked up to see a very familiar looking elf with an ottsel companion on his shoulder clinging for dear life, said ottsel was yelling his head off. The elf was sprinting away from the wreckage of a zoomer, Krimzon guards chasing him and shooting their guns.
"Get that bastard, don't let him get away!"
"Surrender and maybe you'll die a quick death!"
Worst of all they were headed my way! I sort of eeped and ducked back into the alley as another blast shook the buildings sending rubble raining down. I peered around the corner and coughed in the smoke that filled my nostrils. Something hit me and I was sent to the ground again.
Okay, now this was getting to be too much!
I heard scuffling and sent a glare towards where I heard the noise and was faced by the barrel of a gun. A morph gun to be more precise, in blaster mode. Great here I am, in the middle of a game, terrified out of my wits, stuck in a very uncompromising position with a weapon in my face. All I could think was one thing.
I hate Sundays.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Should I continue or what? Please review, thanks!
