This is a little something I wrote because I got tired of "person gets sucked into Jak II" fics. Please tell me what you think at the end!

Disclaimer: I do not own Jak and Daxter. If I did, Jak X wouldn't have been combat racing.

I sat on the couch, eyes practically glued to the TV screen as I mashed the PS2 controller. Jak maneuvered his way through the "dangers" of Haven city on foot, barely missing a guard who did not even glance at him even though he was the only running figure anywhere in the city, the only with green-and-blond hair, and the only with an Ottsel on their shoulder. They didn't even bat an eyelid as he hijacked a Zoomer and proceeded to knock down innocent pedestrians in an attempt to avoid aerial traffic. But that all changed in an instant, whenI accidentally nudged a Krimzon Guard Zoomer.Then, every guard in the entire city was on my tail. I dodged every which way, but they kept on coming. Pretty soon, I couldn't tell where I was. I checked the map in the corner for guidance…

It had disappeared. That was my first warning. But I passed it off as having reached the required destination, hopping off the Zoomer and pressing myself against the wall nearby. The guards dashed around, but no one saw the guy with bad hair plastered against the wall, rightunder their noses.

They let up after a few minutes of frenzied running around and me staring at the screen, utterly bored. Then I extracted myself from the paintwork and wandered away in the opposite direction of my crashed Zoomer.

I noticed a door ajar. That was my second warning. I moved Jak towards it, wondering what on earth it could be. It hadn't been in the walkthrough I had read on the Internet. Not that the darned thing had been of much use to me anyway.Jak entered unbidden and walked into a bare chamber with only a portal at one end. The screen changed so that the portal filled it, then with a sucking noise it extracted itself and became real.

I stared and rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Then I tilted the joystick towards it to make Jak move.

Nothing happened. Jak was no longer on screen.

I realised that this was no longer part of the game, that it was actually real. That I could just walk over there and jump into the game.

But however nimble my fingers might have been, I was far too lazy to get up and jump through it. So I leaned down and turned off the PS2.

How much I would miss… I would never feel the joys of being a real hero. I would never get to save Jak's hide even though he obviously wouldn't need it. I would never be so pissed off at Daxter that I would attempt to strangle him. I would never meet Keira, Torn, Ashelin, Samos, Pecker, Onin or Sig. I would never be so horrified by Krew'sobesity that came soclose to matching my own that I might be motivated to lose a few kilos. I would never be chased around the city by the Krimzon Guard whose Hellcat I destroyed. I would never experience the thrill of running around the streets of Haven like a lunatic and shooting up any unfortunate civilians that crossed my path.

Oh well.

Just to clarify, I am actually nowhere near as fat as Krew. That was merely for the purposes of this fic.