GAH- -idly sitting in a chair and staring at the wall-
Via- GAH, I think you're a little mixed up.
GAH- -starts laughing insanely-
Dark Jak- Great, the author of you're story is insane.
Via- Seeing as GAH is a little…umm…
DJ- Out of it?
Via- -nods- I'll say it for her. Gaurdian Angel of Haven City does not own the Jak and Daxter series. If she did we'd probably all end up like –looks at GAH- Uhh…yeah…
GAH- -maniacal laughter- I NAMED A SCIENTIST AFTER A BONE!
Via, DJ, and Veger- -inches away from the insane author-
(Bold italic is Dark Jak thinking. Regular italic is Jak thinking.)
The next day's eco experiments went a little bit differently. Via never showed up as both Dark Jak and Jak had guessed, so a peeved Errol escorted him. Don't let my lack of details fool you, it was none too pleasant. Soon the channeler was strapped onto the metal table, more tightly than usual, having a conversation with his dark self. Some friend. She abandoned us! DJ exclaimed. Via was trying to stand up for us. Don't blame her for what Errol is responsible for. Jak replied. Errol, someday I'm going to hunt him down and- Dark Jak began, he was cut off by his host. You do realize that if you do that then I do that. He said. Yeah. So? DJ asked. Jak never got the chance to reply however. He was cut off by the computer's voice. (Just a note, Sternum's nowhere to be found here. Hehe... Sternum…)
"Dark Eco injection cycle complete. Bio readings nominal and
unchanged." It said. Praxis looked outraged. "Hhhppp. Nothing! I was informed that this one might be different!" Yeah you moron. Your plan failed because it was your plan. Dark Jak sneered; Jak dismissed the demon's comment. "He is surprisingly resistant to your 'experiments' Baron Praxis. I fear the Dark Warrior program has failed." Errol said in his irritatingly calm way. Praxis was irate. ": Aaaagh! You should at least be dead with all the Dark Eco I've pumped into you!" He virtually screamed, earning silent laughter from Dark Jak. You die next. He added. "What now? Metal Head armies are pressing their attacks. Without a new weapon, my men cannot hold them off forever!" Errol asked.
Even though his eyes were closed Jak could imagine the look on Praxis' face. "I will not be remembered as the man who lost this city to those vile creatures! Move forward with the final plan! And finish off this 'thing' tonight!" Oh, real nice. Jak thought. DJ however, had his own opinion. He won't lose the city to the metal heads. The city will lose to him! "As you wish." Errol said obediently, he leaned over Jak, if he hadn't been concentrating, the channeler would've flinched. "I'll be back for you later." He added, the echo of footsteps followed. Until an obnoxious, yet faintly familiar voice rang through the chamber. "Ding, dong... Third floor... Body chains, roach food, torture devices." It announced.
One more word and the culprit is dead. Dark Jak warned. Jak was about to reply, but something was on his chest. "Whoa. What'd they do to you!" It said. Don't say I didn't warn it. DJ growled, Jak however, wasn't paying much attention to his darker self. Instead he was trying to figure out how Daxter had gotten here. To Dark Jak, he grinned, but no emotion actually showed on his face, except he had briefly opened his eyes. Told you she'd do it. He retorted. "Jak……It's me, Daxter." Daxter moaned. I never would've guessed Dax. The channeler opened his eyes again, this time a little longer, and the lights got to him this time, he flinched and closed his eyes again. "Well that's a fine hello!" Daxter complained, as he began pacing down the channeler's body. "I've been crawling around in this place risking my tail, literally, to save you!"
Jak could just picture what Daxter was doing while saying all this. "I've been looking for you for two years!" The ottsel exclaimed. Good work might I add. Dark Jak hissed. "Say something! Just this once!" Daxter pleaded. Dark Jak decided to supply the channeler with an answer. "I'm gonna kill Praxis!" He shouted, actually looking at the ottsel. Daxter put a paw over Jak's mouth, signaling for him to be quiet. How ironic. Jak thought. "Shhhhhh! Right now, we gotta get you outta here." The ottsel walked over to one of the binds that were holding Jak to the table. "Just let me figure out how to open the security locks for your chair so..." Daxter rambled. This is useless. I have a better idea. DJ said to Jak. The channeler was about to ask his darker self what he was planning, but before he could do so, something happened.
He felt power rushing through his body, it was like the feeling he got while using red eco, only it was weighed down, there was a darkness present, like there had been since the beginning of the tests, only now it was in control. "Or…uhh…you could do it." The ottsel said backing off. What are you doing? Jak virtually screamed at his darker self as he approached Daxter. Hey, I warned him. The demon replied, looking at the claws on his hand and moving his fingertips for an ominous look. While the two were arguing, Daxter spoke. "Jak… Easy now… Easy buddy… It's… it's your old pal Daxter… remember?" The ottsel cowered.
To Daxter the demon looked dazed, in truth it was because he and Jak were arguing, and the channeler was regaining power. "Daxter?" He finally mumbled as he gained complete control over his body. "What the heck was that!" The ottsel demanded, but seemed to change his mind, and didn't wait for an answer. "Sheesh, remind me not to piss you off! Come on, tall dark and gruesome. We're outta here!" Daxter exclaimed.
I'll get him yet. DJ growled. Jak rolled his eyes and followed his companion. "I, uh, brought you some new threads. Put 'em on." And we all know what happened after that. Or do we?...
GAH- If we don't know what happens then I'll be glad to er... lets say revise it. –grins-
Via- Oh goodness. Please don't let it come to that.
GAH- …MEEP!
Via-…Okay… Well… I guess we'll see ya later
GAH- Not as later as you'd like Via. –maniacal laugh-