ok ok PLEAAASE understand this is a Jak and Daxter fanfiction! XD It's supposed to take place about the time of the second game, since i'm only half way done with said game. XD

I don't know what to call this, so the name is only temerary. if you have any better thoughts please tell me! CB

uh let's see... J&D do not belong to me. XD if they did there would be major yaoiness going on. XP WOOOOOO anywhoo... for the most part of this fic it's AU (alternet universe). if you don't understand what i mean then you'll just have to read it. XD

anyway, enjoy! CB and please review! X3

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"Daxter."

The cooing made him wrinkle his nose.

"C'mon, buddy..."

Burrying his head deeper into his folded arms, he half-heartedly tried to block out the mews.

"DAXTER WAKE THE HELL UP!"

"GNA!" The snarl itself seemed to throw the boy out of his seat. Groaning he rubbed his head and looked about.

The faces of the other students were all on him. Their wrinkled noses and hurtful eyes directed toward him. He could hear whispers and snickers throughout the room.

Suddenly a giant grin burst forth from his mouth. Forcing a laugh through his tight throat, he stood and dusted himself off. He looked toward the front of the room, where the tiny teacher stood...

Stood three feet high, that is. Yes, Daxter swore the man was the smallest human alive. Standing at a wooping 3' 8", the man was smaller then everyone in the entire school. Even the students. And Dax swore he wore shoes with platforms on the bottom.

"Well, fo'give me, Short-Stuff, but it's hard ta listen ta y'r voice droning on 'bout absolutely nuthin for hours on end." Sitting back into his seat, Daxter lean back and sighed. "I mean, it's like talking ta a wall!" he explained in faked pity. He was obviously, once again, jumping on the fact the man was small.

Suddenly the man was next to him. Before Daxter could even howl, the bearded old man had taken hold of his ear and drug him out of his seat, through the ally of students, and to the other side of the room, almost throwing him through the door and slamming it so hard he felt the wind and heard the glass window rattle.

"STAND!" Daxter's body went rigid as his head tried to delve into his shoulder like a turtle. He possitioned himself in front of the door just so, so that the old teacher could see the back of his head in the window. This was how Daxter was forced to remain there (and not skip the class).

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He leaned his full weight against the door lazily. Even his head found a place to rest in the tiny crook where the glass met wood.

Heh. Wood. Such a funny word.

Daxter's eyes betrayed him before he could finish the thought. His last sight, being the far wall, faded from his vision and he slept, standing against the door, listening to the muffled sound of the teacher's drones and the snickering directed towards him.

Falling...

CRASH. Daxter groaned and recoiled into himself, pulling his head to his chest as his hands babied the new wound on it's back side. He glanced around, dazed. He was sitting on the floor. Again. He furrowed his brow and looked questionably at the teacher, who stood leaning against the open door, shaking his head. He made a ticking sound with his tounge.

"Daxter, Daxter, Daxter... When will you learn that I will never, never, let you sleep while your time belongs to me?"

Then he realized what he meant. He'd fallen asleep against the door again.

Daxter's head shrank as he pulled his thin shoulders upward into a shrug. The same wide grin spread on his face like acid.

"I told y' before, Thumbalina, y' sound like a friggin robot in here!" Of course that remark only ended in him with a red mark across his cheek. "Nag, nag, nag... y'r worse than a wo--" BAM. Another red mark, on the other side, and small claw marks dug into it. While it had been the teacher who'd hit him first, after his last remark it was a girl who'd beaten him.

Daxter sighed in pain and fell back onto the floor. That's when the bell rang. Daxter decided in a split second to stand (or lay) his ground. Although it didn't take half as long before he realised he'd made the wrong choice as unforgiving feet trampled over him in places he hadn't realised could be trampled.

It was over as quickly as it had come, and there were only three people left in the room. The teacher, himself, and a boy named Daniel. The boy shook his head, walking over to a groaning Daxter. He leaned over and smiled.

"Geez, Dax! When are you gunna learn to sleep at home?"

Daxter rolled his eyes and pushed himself from the ground. He dusted off the light tan blazer and wrinkled white shirt undernieth. Straightening his loose tie, he struck a pose.

"Puh-leez! The Dax-man gets no slumber! He is needed, day and night, for his blazing man-hood to sooth the coo's from the lady-folk, t--"

"Daxter..."

The small man at the desk rubbed his temple as he finally restorted to pleading.

"Yeah sh--"

"GET OUT!"

Daniel had thrown Daxter's bag at the boy and they'd raced out together, laughing all the way. Further down the hall they stopped. Daniel, panting, smiled at his partner in crime.

"Hey, I've got a test to make up. I'll see you tomorrow, 'k?"

Daxter forced his grin into place.

"Yeah, sure."

He watched his friend, his only friend, jog down the hallway and take a left instead of a right. To another class instead of home for the day. Which meant Daxter would be walking home alone. Which meant he was fair bait.

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Daxter trudged down the hallway. Alone. He was alone. The way he felt all the time. Even with Daniel. But why? They were best friends, right?

But... there wasn't something there that should have been. His name wasn't quite right. His face not quite right. That thing. It should have been there... But it wasn't.

"Honey!"

Daxter raised his head at the familiar voice. His eyes came to rest on another teacher. A woman. A blonde.

She waved enthusiactically to him from a small ways down the corrador. He walked to her, smiling. Not his usual grin, but something more sincere.

"Hey Mrs--"

"Honey! I told you, when it's not school hours you can call me Tess!"

Daxter's smile widened. Sometimes he was almost sure she was hitting on him.

"Yeah, but that's just weird..."

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After speaking with the woman for a few short minutes, he wondered out of the empty halls and out into the dimly lit world outside the flourecent bulbs and brick walls. Daxter took a deep breath and sighed deeply. The air wasn't much better out here, more smoggy even, but at least it was fresh instead of stale. He looked about the empty school yard, making sure he was alone, before he continued.

One block. Two blocks. Two and a half...

There.

Daxter spun his head around, eyes wide. He'd heard them. The footsteps. Syncing themselves with his own. He'd grown accustomed to listening for them.

Nobody. Not a soul was on the deserted city street with him. Not a single car passed. Not a dog that barked. Not a bird that chirped.

Why did it have to be so damn quiet?

Daxter turned around and stalked furthur down the block, cursing himself for his paranoia.

There.

Daxter forced himself to keep walking as he heard the footsteps begin again. He waited until they came to a small antique shop with one-way glass windows. He looked hard into the glass's reflection. But nobody was there. He glanced behind him as he walked. Not a soul. Why was it so quiet?

Had he done something wrong? Made some mistake? Why was everything like this?

He found himself asking that question over and over. But not just about this scenario. He couldn't explain it, but nothing seemed right. Ever.

Pat pat pat.

Finally he made a decision. Instead of walking home the way he usually did, he would double back to the school. Maybe he would catch Daniel getting out. Or he could at least catch a ride with Mrs. Tess.

Another block. They'd rounded back. Only two and a half more blocks.

Two.

Daxter clutched the lone book in his arms tightly. His oversized backpack hung over his shoulder acting only as dead weight. He leaned into his steps, forcing his feet to move faster, but not running. Not jogging. A quick pace. Speed walking, if you will.

Suddenly the boy stopped. They were gone. The other steps had haulted.

Daxter slowly looked about him, finally allowing himself to breath. Another step.

"GHH--"

The pain spasmed through his body when it hit, then returned to his back, where it had hit.

Something hard, hard and sharp, came into contact with his spine, just under his shoulder blades. He was sprawled on the ground just under ten feet away before he could even yelp.

Daxter's body trembled from the sudden contact. He forced air back into his lungs, ignoring the pain. What had happened? Nothing like that had ever hit him before. It was like being hit by a car!

Daxter forced his pained and teary eyes open. There was no car. Only a body.

A huge body. Gigantic. Standing, crouched, mere feet away.

Daxter narrowed his eyes, trying to see the shadowed figure.

White.

White hair.

Daxter pushed himself up. Forcing his legs to stay between him and the ground. He fumbled, almost falling backward. He looked again to where it had been.

No.

It wasn't there.

He glanced around, frantically, trying to pinpoint the beast. But it wasn't there. Had it ever been there?

Then he gasped as he heard a breathful cackle behind him. Slowly he turned, not wanting to see it. Not wanting it to be there.

But it was.

With white tressles flung about it's pale face, it stared at him hungrily with narrowed black eyes. Nothing but black. No white or color at all. Just deep, dark pools of nothingness, seeming to want to suck him into the abiss.

It lunged.

Daxter swung his body to the right and watched as the long, ebony claws melted through his top, ripping the front apart. Jumping away from the beast, he clung to his shirt. In horror he saw behind his eyes what those monsterous nails could do to his flesh.

And he ran. As fast as he could, as far as he could. Toward the school. It was closer. And people were there. They were still there weren't they? They had to be. If they weren't...

Suddenly the white thing was in front of him again. Without thinking, Daxter projected the heavy bag from his shoulder, which he'd previously forgotten, into the face of the thing. The cloth caught on one of it's horns and it hissed violently as it tugged on the orange bag.

With his distraction firmly in place, Daxter whipped around the ashen figure and sprinted as fast as he could.

One block.

Only one more to go.

Then it hit him. Literally.

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Daniel sighed. Trudging down the hall, he glanced through windows and doors, into dark rooms or bright, grey sunlight.

Red.

He looked back to the window. There.

He squinted and pressed his face close to the blurry glass. A small red dot bobbed around farther down the street. Soon the pockmark was close enough to dicern and he saw the thin form of Daxter, with his bright crimson spikes, racing toward the fenced in brick building.

But something was wrong. He looked terrified. Was he being chased again? It wasn't an odd occurance for the red-head to get harassed. But he looked different this time. Like he was running from Freddie Kreuger himself!

Then he saw it.

He squinted again. He almost missed it against the white pavement. It moved so fast, using both arms and legs to propel itself forward like an animal.

As the hunter and it's prey closed in on the school yard Daniel was jerked out of his trance by a familiar voice.

"Danny! What are you looking at?" He looked over to see Mrs. Tess, as Dax called her, walking briskly toward him. Her smile fell when she saw his face. "What's wrong?"

Daniel looked back out the window. It had only taken a split second for him to look away, but in that second Daxter was suddenly on the ground. But the White Thing was gone.

No...

It wasn't gone, just out of sight.

Daniel heard Mrs. Tess' sharp intake of air and the click of her heels as she suddenly raced away. She'd seen it to. So he wasn't imagining it. Daxter was halfway out of a manhole and clawing to free himself from whatever it was that was pulling him under. Daniel watched in horror as in just a few seconds Daxter's small frame and bright hair disapeared into the darkness of the black hole in the middle of the street.

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ok was this confusing to anyone else? Oo lol well, please review! and if too many people say it's confusing I'll change the writing style. But I think it's kind of unique. XP maybe i'm just being wierd... OH WELL. XD