Yeah, recently I had some ideas pop into my head about what could happen after Jak X. You all know it didn't just END, not with a closing cinematic like that. So here I am, continuing, with my crazy humor/spy thriller ideas. :3

Don't be quick to judge, or flame.

...The Hell?

Having just saved himself and his friends from certain death via poisoning, Jak felt a bit exhilarated. He had been shot at, chased, attacked, blown up, and poisoned, and had lived to tell the tale. But what was standing before him now seemed much, much worse, and certainly could have only come from the deepest and darkest of his nightmares. It was horrible-that was the only way he could describe it. Bright pink hair, freakishly large eyes, and a mouthful of large teeth-

Jak realized this horrible creature could only be one thing. A female teenage fan.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," the girl standing in front of him gushed. "It's really you! You're that famous racer, Jak! Oh my God, I can't believe it! Am I dreaming? Oh my God, I totally, like, can't wait to tell my friends!" The way she talked could be described as nothing short of ranting. To Jak, it was simply annoying.

Before he could even react to what was happening, a small device was pulled out of her pants pocket, and Jak heard a distinct click noise that sounded a bit like the shutter of a camera. With sudden feelings of irritation forming in the pit of his stomach, he realized he'd been photographed.

"Er...can we help you?" Daxter asked, sounding a little aggravated. When Daxter was reacting negatively to a woman, something was definitely wrong.

"Yes! Um...can you like, sign an autograph for me? Please?" the girl begged.

"Look, lady, I really don't have time for it. I'm kind of busy right now, and I have better things to do," Jak replied coldly. 'Like watch out for any hitmen who might be pissed off at the man who killed their leader,' he thought. He turned to leave-

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaasssssseeeeeeeee?" Jak stopped, and cringed. What the hell?!? The word sounded like it'd been dragged four miles across rocky roads covered in rusty nails and busted glass.

Holy Precursors, the girl's voice was high. Jak wondered how it could even be detected by human ears.

"Hey, didn't you hear me?" Jak snapped, glaring at her. "I don't have time to sign any autographs right now, so leave me alone."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaasssssseeeeeeeee?"

"Aaaugh! Jak, make it stop!" Daxter screeched from his spot atop Jak's shoulder, digging his claws into his neck.

Apparently, this girl had spent the entire racing season doing nothing but looking at Jak's race earnings and hero's body, because she didn't seem to know or care that, deep inside him, there was a killing machine of a monster whose claws could rip through metal (or bone and muscle) like paper. Jak also guessed that if she did know about Dark Jak, she wasn't comphrehending the fact that what she was doing was irritating him to the point of letting him loose.

"If I sign your damn autograph, will you leave me the hell alone?" he growled. Why was this girl being so pushy, anyway? Normal fans did not do this sort of thing.

"Uh-huh," she nodded eagerly, smiling, not seeming to notice his angry demeanor.

Jak sighed, his breath escaping past his lips in a short, irritated burst. He rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing. "Fine. So, give me a piece of paper or a pen, or whatever."

"...Um..."

"What now?!" Jak practically shouted.

"Well, I have a pen, but I don't have any paper on me. I do have some in my car, though," she finished thoughtfully.

"O...kay, where's your car, then?" Jak asked impatiently.

The girl jerked her thumb vaguely behind her. "It's parked right in that alley, there..."

Alley. Ah, hell no. Six days after killing off a major crime lord, Jak wasn't exactly keen on wandering into any allies with strangers. However, before he could voice his opinion, Daxter did it for him.

"Look, there is no way I'm wandering into any allies, so forget it, sister!" the ottsel shouted.

Jak thought he saw a mischevious look flash in the girl's eyes. "Well, then I guess you could sign it here, then," she said, pulling down the neckline of her shirt...

"No!" Jak yelled, turning his head and placing his hand in the way of the offending view. "Fine, I'll sign your paper, but make it quick, or I swear, you'll regret it."

If Jak could have his way, she would've already regret it. To be truthful, Jak honestly wished he was in Spargus, where he could have his way. He really, truly did. Actually, he was beginning to have a daydream about it already...

"Ohmygodohymygodohmygod," the girl gushed.

Jak promtly pulled out his blaster gun and shot her, right between the eyes. Shaking his head, he watched her body crumple to the ground.

Passing civillians smiled and flashed him thumbs-up signs, albeit somewhat discreetly.

"Nice shot, partner!" Daxter complimented.

Jak smirked.

"So, are you coming, or what?" the girl asked him, obviously confused at his smirk, which he was actually doing in real life.

"Wh-? ...Oh. Yeah." Jak stammered, coming back from his (pleasant) daydream.

As the shadow of the alley passed over him, he began to feel uneasy. He looked around and saw a car, but no girl. The feelings of unease greatened. Jak could feel both his alter ego eco forms warning him somehow, and he decided it was a good time to leave. Somehow, it seemed the crazed fan tactics of that girl had lured Jak, who had been literally irritated into cooperating, into some sort of bad situation.

"Uh, Jak? I'm getting some bad vibes here. I think we should just forget it, and leave," Daxter said, jumping off his shoulder and proceeding to walk out of the alley.

As Jak turned to leave as well, he heard someone land behind him. Something cold, which he guessed was a gun, was pressed into his neck.

"Ack! Heh heh, sorry, sugar. We didn't mean any of it, honest," Daxter said, turning to face Jak's captor and attempting to apologize.

"Don't move. You're both under arrest," Jak heard the girl say.

"Says who?" he spat back at her, crossing his arms over his chest angrily.

"Says the Kras City Police Department," she replied, pressing it deeper into his neck.

"Ooooo, nice badge. Very shiny," Daxter remarked sarcastically. Jak attempted to crane his neck to look, but the gun pressed to the back of his neck sort of discouraged any movement.

Official Authority Figure...Damn. It. And he was having a relatively good day, too.

Yeah, if you think this is a story about how Jak gets assaulted by a Mary Sue and has to escape-no. Just no. Sorry my friends, it's a bit deeper than that.