Jak II Nature Remix
Loki n' Applecrisp wrote this, and shamelessly inserted them selves into the story line.
We own not the story, we do however, own Applecrisp and Loki, steal them and you'll get a duo of pissy Nordic people on your asses.
Ack! Sorry! Loki's been busy and hasn't typed up the fic from the mass of papers that it currently the physical form of the fic.
Chapter 3
At the hideout, Torn briefed the quadruplet on what they were to do next: deliver Eco ore to Krew.
The four walked outside, bickering over who should drive. Every one said they themselves should drive…However, Jak won this bicker by relapsing into a childish moment and dashing over to the zoomer and proclaiming, "I won!"
Grumbling, the rest clambered onto the zoomer; the Ottsels perched on Jak's shoulders and Applecrisp hunched over in the back.
Several times they were shot, and every time a bullet hit the already slowed down zoomer, Loki screeched out, "DON'T FUCKING HIT US!!" But, her demands were ignored.
Aren't the guards mean?
Eventually, they got to the Hip Hog Heaven Saloon. Upon entering, Applecrisp choked out, "I zink zat a rotting dead corzpe might be near…" and delicately raised a hoof to his nose.
"Making comment on my fragrance, eyyyyy?" Krew hissed as he swirled about.
"Ewww…It's a creepy fat Canadian." Loki whispered in Applecrisp's ear.
Applecrisp nodded in agreement, and raised another hoof to cover his nose as Jak consulted with the creature
Loki & Applecrisp were admiring the Metal head trophies on the wall, when Jak waltzed over triumphantly and proclaimed, "I'm going to go try out my new firepower. Stay here, will you?"
"Yeah, whatever." Loki said absent-mindedly.
Of course, right after Jak left the building, Loki turned about and asked, "Hey, where's Jak?"
Applecrisp, in attempts to help, lifted a hind-hoof to check. Nothing…Oh well.
Loki amused herself with some arcade games and Applecrisp licked the floor near the entrance until they were both interrupted by a, "Hey fruit-pops, waitin' fo your lil' friend to comeback?"
Loki's face brightened, "Sig!"
Sig raised an eyebrow, "Am I that famous?"
Loki shrugged it off, "Nyar…I guess…-shifty eyes-"
Sig smiled, "You juice-pops want something to something to drink?"
- Three Hours Later -
Jak had been there for a while now, waiting for Sig to sober up, seeing that Sig and Loki where sitting on the counter singing obnoxiously while Applecrisp hung upside down on a ceiling rafter, whistling along and making a "baa-a-a-a" sound now and then.
What was the world coming to?
Sig eventually sobered up…slightly.
And so, in severe boredom, Jak dragged Sig to the Pumping Station. As soon as they left, Loki began to harass Krew in her drunken stupor.
"Hey, tubby, c'm heeere sho I can doushe ya in booze to make you shmell bettah." Slurred Loki.
"What?!" Krew swirled around angrily.
"Ya…Duude…have you ever gotten laid? Or are you shmall? Or is it not accesshible."
"What, eyyy?! You shouldn't be asking questions like that, hmmmmn?"
They bantered like that up till Jak & Sig returned from hunting.
Once back, Sig noticed something.
"Hey, you fruit-pops don't have weapons." He commented.
"Well…When your 10 pounds and don't even reach a full 2 feet, it's difficult to have and carry a weapon." Remarked Loki.
" Well, whatever. But Applejuice needs some thing." Sig murmured and began to rummage around for a weapon for Applecrisp.
What Applecrisp received was a black mithril spear that reached just a few inches below Applecrisp's 7'4 frame, the blade decorated with 3 gold Metalhead skull gems, giving the weapon accuracy and strength. The long handle was bound in blue leather and the blade itself was almost 4 feet across. It was magnificent!
Applecrisp struggled with the English, but managed a meek, "Zank du."
Krew gave an evil leer towards Loki and Applecrisp while talking to Jak, It didn't help Loki was making faces at Krew.
Krew's anger reached a point where he spewed out: "GET OUT! That weasel is annoying, eyyy?"
Jak, Daxter, Loki, and Applecrisp all scurried outside.
"Let's go talk to Torn." Jak said in an evil tone.
At the Hideout, it was hell.
Torn attempted to tell the four their next mission which was to save Vin at the strip mine, but, as it was, there was total chaos.
Daxter and Loki were dancing on a picture of Erol that was brutally ripped from the wall, Applecrisp on the near the bunks in attempts to bond with the floor, and Jak, well…Jak was stuck behind Applecrisp and couldn't move for every time he did move, Applecrisp emitted large, scary, growly sounds from the back of his throat.
After a good ten minutes of this, Torn screamed out in all of his prissiness, " SHUT THE HELL UP!!"
Everybody stared at Torn, temporarily mute.
"Now, GO TO THE MINE." Torn barked out, relishing the power.
The Strip Mine
Jak had problems keeping Loki away from the pool of Dark Eco near the transporter.
"I waaaaaaaannna change BAAAAAACK" squealed Loki as Jak held her from the loose skin of her back.
Daxter and Applcrisp had to the onslaught of Metalheads themselves while Jak wrestled with the rebellious Ottsel.
In 45 minutes, the metalheads in the areas were exterminated. Daxter enjoyed the scene that lay before him. Loki was clinging to a Metalheads Egg while Jak pulled on her hind legs and was threatening her.
Irritated, Jak stopped and turned around and declared loudly, "We'll go rescue the old man, while you can be devoured by Metal Heads."
Loki leaped off the egg, "VIN?! WE'RE GETTING VIN?!" and scampered off to the control room.
As Jak attempted to follow Loki, Jak realized that this new Ottsel was constantly predicting their situations.
Jak's musings were distracted by the sounds of Vin shrieking bloody murder (Loki being attached to his leg).
This shrieking excited the ever doglike Applecrisp, who sped past Jak and leaped on the "enemy".
Vin WAS TERRIFIED OUT OF HIS MIND. How you feel is some huge, 7'4 goat-demon came at you full-speed, right after you just ran out of ammo from making feeble attempts to save yourself from a blood-thirsty, rabid machines? The fact that a crazed Ottsel was trying to crawl up you pant-leg wasn't much help either…
Jake shook his head and reassured the scared shitless man that the two were harmless creatures, and of course, Applecrisp started to lick Vin's face as a sign of "friendship". It'll seem normal once one you get over the fact that a huge creature is sensually stroking your cheek-bone with a massive 20 pound hoof and whispering, "Du reichst so gut…"
Loki's muffled voice emitted from Vin's left thigh, "OH MY GURD, HE HAS GOLDFISH BOXERS! EEEEEEE!"
Jak tore Applecrisp off the feeble scientist and heaved VIN to his feet, Loki plopping down onto to Vin's shoe. After Vin stopped hyperventilating, he and Jake talked amongst each other.
Loki constantly had to distract Applecrisp from molesting Vin by playing a game called, "Fetch the Daxter", a game where th objective was to get the blind to run himself off a cliff…
Thankfully for Applecrisp, this game was quickly annulled when they were all instructed to go through the portal. Vin attempted to stay away from those…freaks…
WHOOO
Anyhuu, Sorry for the wait and all, I, Loki da Cheezit, promises that the next chapter will be up by next Wednesday(the 12th)!
If it is not, then you can like….gnaw on me or something vicious.