A/N: Hii~ Welcome to the new, and improved, "Document" which was a poor name for the fanfiction of mine for Ratchet and Clank: Up Your Arsenal. A ... very poor.. name.. extremely... yeah.. ahaha... anyways. I guess maybe xD a long time later, it might prove to be the charm and fix I needed cause I kind of sucked and screwed up character personalities in the previous one... cause.. yeah... I guess I didn't quite grip some things. I don't know. But anyways!

Let me welcome you to this one! Which ... I dunno what to call it, so it'll remain 'Document: My Life in a Video Game' until further notice, and I would like to hear some suggestions before I just name it after a song on my MP3 player; please, I don't want to do that. And I don't want it to remain having the same name as the previous version, so let's not shall we?

And I start this one off with... I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OF R&C. ANY OF THEM. I own Xavier (the renamed JJ) and her younger piss-ass brother. Period. XD and of course anything that isn't related or in the original R&C: Up your arsenal, is also mine. And! I have not played the first two games (R&C and R&C: Going Commando). So please, don't cut me up over something from those two games that is somehow in UYA because I don't know what they are, thus being, leave me be. XD

Now, let's begin!



"Come on come on come on..."

"Shut the fucking hell up! I'm working on it!"

"What the hell do you mean by that? It's probably your fault it's broken anyways!"

"Aha, balls no. You were the one that abused our only PS2 MEMORY CARD!" Why was he so pissed off anyways, I couldn't figure out what the hell he really wanted, he just suddenly started barking at me to fix things with the PS2 though the damn memory card had been corrupted when him and his little buddy had decided to come over and play games, and as usual, not even be respectful to other people's property. "You got some nerve, damn it. You're such a fucking cockwad."

"Yeah whatever, you broke it playing FFX so damn much!"
"Get over yourself." I grumbled, messing around a little then checking with the game, "Come on save save save..." Failed.

Twitch.

My younger brother stared at me for a moment before looking back at the screen, as if wondering what went wrong then to quickly blame me for it. "If you say a damn word, I'll string you up by your testicles from the balcony." Not even a breath escaped him, I smirked to myself satisfactorily and continued on, again attempting then going ahead to try and figure if it could load a game from the memory card. Slowly raising a brow, I selected one and waited, meeting with frustration, a failed response. "How bout this one?" I mumbled, scrolling down a little and selecting another, knowing that this stupid attempt to load a game from a destroyed memory card was hopeless, though to my surprise, it actually worked, though what really got me was this quick little message that 'sprinted' across the screen.

'Welcome back, Xav.'

Glancing over to my brother, I growled, finding that he had once again abandoned me, to go do something else, instead of sharing my wonderment on how the game loaded from a corrupted memory card. And of course that strangely weird message that I had never.. ever.. seen before. Ever.

And why was I hearing Nefarious's voice? Really? Had the game evolved since I last played it? How long ago did I play it last? I couldn't remember.

"Greetings Xavier, you're going to work for me now! AHAHA!"

And now... Nefarious knew my name... and was saying I was going to work for him. "I think I'm smoking something..." I sighed, scratching my head a little before turning around, setting off to walk off and find my younger brother, though I found myself walking right into a grey and black robot with a basket of laundry. "Whoa, I didn't know mom got a robot to do our laundry.. wait..." I paused, about to pick into the laundry when it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks falling from the Empire State Building. "Aha! I am smoking something!"

"LAURENCE! What kind of smoke did you use on her?!" my ears were going to die... at this point.

"Dude, whoever you are, you do a great Dr. Nefarious but please tone it down a bit, you're going to break my ear drums here." both robots turned and looked at me for a moment.

"Are you sure this is the girl, sire?" asked the smaller one in black. I blinked, looking around in confusion as the tall one in blue, obviously the supposed Nefarious, looked from me to the small black robot.

"She has to be! Now let's begin our trek to exterminate the organic life forms!!!"

I raised my hand. "Excuse me, I'm organic, thank you." Another pause.

"LAURENCE!!!!!"

"DUDE! SHUT UP!" well that happened sooner than I thought, after the other robot's named escaped Dr. Nefarious, the taller robot suddenly stopped, his head crooked, what seemed to be a radio broadcast or something playing out of whatever made him speak, ... sound module I guess, the cogs and such in his brain jerking and not moving passed a certain point. I stared for a moment, before grumbling about this couldn't be more ridiculous. "This is frickin retarded..." yeah that also came out. As Laurence came over, sighing a little, with that

"You should really have someone take a look at that," comment, smacking Nefarious, who, continued on with a yell. I, on the other hand, didn't bother to stick around, bolting around looking for whatever exist I could, hearing Nefarious begin his maniacal laughter once again , I found myself suddenly struggling to stay awake.

"Run little lombax! You won't be awake for long!! AHAHAHA!" I was really about ready to pick anything up and chuck it at the blue robot, though this sleep was over coming me.

Wait. Did he say.. Lombax?

I stopped, turning my head around, struggling to see if I had a tail, and soon finding myself staring at a ball of fluff hanging about in front of my face. Aha! Someone was trying to play games on me! I knew it! No Lombax tail would be that high to hang the puff in front of my face! I think! I grabbed it, pulling on it, and painfully finding out, with a searing pain all throughout my tailbone area, that yes, Lombax tails could hang the end tuff of fur in front of my face. "Ah..ahhhh...." I whispered, trying to nurse my hurting tailbone with however I knew, though ended up just rubbing my ass and lower back around my tailbone.

And the more I breathed the sleepier I became. With the rather sudden and painful realization that I was indeed a Lombax, (of course needing more proof which lead to me grabbing my ears and hurting my head as well, stupid ears) I figured that at this moment, I was breathing in a Lombax sleeping gas that I could remember being in the game. Annihilation Nation made fun use of it making contestants fight while slowly being gassed until they eventually fell asleep and died. Crashing forward, I mumbled a little as my last pieces of sanity and consciences left me completely, lulling into a deep, dark, and dreamless sleep.


A/N: All right, hope you enjoyed, read and review please n.n and hope none of you guys cringed too much from the testicle threat... hehe anyways... R&R n.n