Well, this is my first Fic, so read! Read as if the world would be turned into taco sauce if you didn't! Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Enter the World
Saturday night at the Fosters' household once again. It was relatively quiet, besides the constant yelling and laughing coming from my room. Kyle and I were going at it in Halo 2 like always. I was beating him with my cheap way of using Rocket Launchers and camping in the sides of the cliffs on the Coagulation map. It was my favorite one for that exact reason. Kyle, on the other hand, hated the map with all of his might. Of course, it was my house, so I got first dibs on maps. Unfortunately for him, he only comes over to this house. Hehe, sucker.

"HA!" I yelled at Kyle as I jumped from my seat, "you just HAD to get into the Warthog didn't you?"

I enjoyed mocking Kyle at his gaming skills whenever I could, and he would just mock me back. We got used to the formula, and we use it almost constantly.

"Oh yeah?" said Kyle, "what about in the last match where you had a clear shot to snipe me and missed by a yard six shots in a row?"

"My… my finger slipped and-" He cut me off at the last second.

"Blah blah blah. Anyway, I'm pretty much done here. Let's go get something to eat."

We always seemed to read each other's mind when it came to either video games or food. I quickly turned off the Xbox and set out down the stairs with Kyle in front of me by a few steps. I grabbed a few Dr. Peppers from the refrigerator while Kyle got some Cheez-Its. I swear, if I had to go to an island and I could only bring an infinite supply of one food and drink, I'd choose DP and Cheez-Its. It's just the best combination of caffeine and cheese ever. EVER! Ahem, sorry…

We were back up the stairs and in my room when I then had a sudden strange feeling.

"…I have to play Jak 3…"

"Huh?" said Kyle, sitting by the TV cramming Cheez-Its down his throat.

"I have a huge urge to play Jak 3"

It was no surprise actually. I get urges to play games that I haven't beaten in a while a lot. Just recently it happened with Sly 2: Band of Thieves. So, I grabbed the game, popped the disc into my PS2, and loaded up a new file. Sure, I've beaten the game twelve times, but hey, who's counting? Oh right, me…

After about 20 minutes of playtime, I was addicted. The story always seemed new and fresh to me each time I played it, unlike most story-driven games, and I LOVED the combat! My lips moistened with every kill, and I seemed to go crazy with power as I played as Dark Jak.

"Hey Dax, yoo-hoo, anyone home?"

Apparently I had been staring at the screen playing the game almost as if I was some game-hungry zombie. I suddenly wiped the drool that was slowly making it way down my chin and looked to my right to find Kyle staring at me with a look of confusion on his face.

"Maybe you should take a break…" said Kyle, walking back to the bed to watch the rest of X-Play on G4.

"Pfft, screw that," I said, unpausing the game to get back to killing a few KG's, "I'm gonna play for another hour or so."

"Okay," said Kyle, "but could that hour change to say, 30 minutes? I really want to play Katamari Damacy."

"Fine, but its 40 minutes then," I said with an evil grin. All I heard from Kyle was a soft grunt as he turned back to the TV. It seemed strange to not be watching

X-Play with Kyle since we always do, but hey, when I'm addicted to a game, I'm ADDICTED to a game.

It had been 40 minutes and I managed to tear my self away from Jak 3 so that Kyle could have is fun with rolling up helpless victims into his Katamari. It was fun to watch, so I sat in the chair next to him and we laughed our asses off as we picked up more and more random objects until there was nothing left but clouds and water. So, Kyle rolled up the clouds. Yes, you heard me, you can roll up clouds. It was fun, but Kyle grew tired of it. Now's my chance! I picked up the controller and popped in Jak 3 again.

"Your not seriously going to play that again are you?"

"I seriously am," I said with a grin. I just laughed as he gave me a strange look, but then gave up and turned back to the screen to watch me since he had nothing better to do. But, for some reason, the screen was dark blue.

"What the…" I said. I approached the PS2 and reset the system, but nothing happened. I turned off the PS2 completely, and noticed that the screen didn't show any static like it always does when a console is shut off. I tried turning off the TV, but nothing happened. I even unplugged the TV and still nothing.

"Okay," said Kyle, "this is getting weird."

And with that, the screen turned to a bright red. It was so sudden it scared us out of our seats. I nearly fell backwards before grabbing the table.

"Uh, is this normal with TV's?" I asked.

"I don't think so," said Kyle with an unsure look on his face.

The screen then began to swirl, mixing in colors of blue, green, yellow, and black. My eyes grew heavy, my entire body went numb, and then…darkness.

Kyle: Very nice, except for the part that sucked.

Dax: Which part?

Kyle: The whole thing.

Dax: smacks Kyle with a pipe

Kyle: ...Ow.