(60.5 days later)
Zane stood at the corner of a sidewalk, waiting to be able to cross the road to reach K.O. Burger. After about thirty seconds of waiting, Zane finally crossed the road. He then walked through the front door and went straight to the counter. When he realized who was behind the register, he smiled a predatory smile, but covered it with a hand just in time for the person to turn toward him.
"Oh... how nice. I did not expect to see you again. By the way, I apologize for saying what I did. I have a horrible habit of talking faster than I can process the words."
Jack stumbled back and glanced outside to the parking lot before answering.
"It's okay. Can I take your order?
"How about 2 plain triple cheeseburgers and a medium fry to go?"
"Kay."
Jack turned around to tell the order to the chef then looked around the restaurant. Seeing no other customers waiting, he continued the conversation.
"Say, I don't remember having seen you 'round town before. Where do you live?"
"My family had a house built near where we met."
Before anyone could say anything thing else, music started playing.
(Daddy didn't want me,
Daddy didn't care,
Daddy didn't think,
Daddy turned to drink.

Daddy lost his control,
Daddy lost his mind,
Daddy lost his world,
Daddy started to whirl

Daddy had everything,
Daddy had the Earth,
Daddy had a wife,
Daddy had a knife.

Daddy was drunk,
Daddy was harsh,
Daddy was blind,
Daddy wasn't all that kind.)

After the first two verses, Zane started checking all of his pockets, of which he personally thought there were far too many, for something. By the fourth, he pulled a phone out of a pocket on his lower left leg. Zane continuously shot discrete looks at Jack, searching his face for the slightest of emotions. Jack kept looking like was being tortured as the music played, and when Zane put the phone to his ear and looked back up, Jack schooled his face.
"Interesting. Jack really does have daddy problems. Now, what to do. Try to get him to join me or use those issues against him? "
"Hello yellow," said Zane into the phone "I assume this is you, Omicron?
Jack gave Zane a curious look.
"Mmmm... Uh-huh... Yes... Of course... You know the drill... okay, see ya."
Zane put the phone back in his pocket and looked back up at Jack. Jack then asked
"That's a strange and rather unusual name. Who would name their kids that?" The question seemed innocent enough, but Zane could see the suspicion on Jack's face. Zane knew he had to deflect that suspicion, and quickly.
"No one, thankfully. Omicron is a friend. We've had a long running joke since we were children. We had a bit of an obsession with ancient Greek alphabet. I nicknamed him Omicron, and he nicknamed me Zeta, or Z. By the way, did you know the word alphabet comes from the Greek letters Alpha and Beta?"
"I didn't know. Nor did I want to." Jack looked decidedly weirded out, and Zane could feel that Jack was rather bored now. Trying as hard as he could, Zane tried to turn that into curiosity. Finally, Jack asked the question that Zane was waiting for. " ... Want to hang out for a little bit? I get off of work at 5 o'clock tomorrow."
"I suppose." Zane said, gleeful on the inside for the chance to befriend a main character. Perhaps he could convince Jack to join him after all.
Just then, the cook handed Jack a bag with the K.O. Burger logo on it. Jack gave it to Zane, all the while Zane took a few dollars out of his pocket and gave it to Jack. With bag in hand, Zane spun around and walked to the door and left.

A few minutes later, Zane neared a bus stop. He noticed a woman in her early twenties tearing up and sniffling. Her emotions were all over the place, and something about them got Zane's attention. He really only noticed because of how the Dark Spark seemed to drag his attention to her.

Ever since he absorbed it's powers, there had been other changes to his body and mind. Slightly enhanced speed, endurance, and strength were really the only physical enhancements, but Zane's mind was since made strange. He had been drawn to strong emotions, and could not only feel each and every individual emotion, but also could also feed off of them, in a way. It gave both a slight bonus, so to speak, to how much power he could use, and it also gave him a lot of satisfaction to absorb, negative emotions even more so than an emotion such as glee. This woman's emotions were all over the place, with everything from rage to grief dancing through her brain, wreaking havoc with dozens of chemicals that affected the brain.
"Easy prey." Thought Zane, though he felt bad about it afterward.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Is everything okay?"
The woman looked up and then put her face into her hands. She started sobbing harder, and after a few moments, looked up to answer.
"No! My boyfriend threatened me with a knife, I ran far away as fast as possible, and now I am scared what he'll do if he finds me." She sobbed out. Zane smirked internally, before admonishing himself for enjoying her suffering. His eyes flashed purple for a moment as he replied to her, feeling slightly bad about messing with her emotions, but she needed this to happen.
"Why don't you just go to the police station and tell them what happened?" Zane asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Because I... I still love him! Even after all he has done to me, I still love him!" At this, she broke into violent, silent sobs.
"Look at me," replied Zane, pushing her chin up so she would look at him, "If he has been hurting you, he doesn't love you. He probably finds you as a useful tool. He doesn't think that you are a person. You need to tell the police." As he said all this, he could feel her strong emotions. He attempted to make her more trusting towards him and to feel hatred towards her boyfriend, which evidently worked. Which was strange, as trying to change emotions involved using a small trickle of power to affect another person's brain. It didn't work all the time, but enough that Zane had faith in it working.
"You know what, you're right. I think I am going to do exactly what you said. Then he can't hurt anyone else. His reign of terror will be over. Oh, I'm so sorry, what is your name?"
"The name's Zane. Zane Livingstone." And with that, he continued on his way, fulfilled and hooked on devouring emotions just a little bit more.

(Back in the forest where Zane made the metal.)

Zane stood in the middle of what appeared to be a five foot metal square covered in leaves and pine needles. It was all that remained above ground of his previous attempt at making Transformium. He looked around himself, noticing all of the trees he had planted and grown, admiring his handiwork. Zane looked back down at the ground and pulled on a handle that opened a hatch. He stepped down the newly revealed metal ladder and ended in a small metal room. Then he put his hand against a hand-shaped imprint that was in the center of a depression of a regular door. It slid into the right wall, and Zane then stepped into the next room. It was about 15 meters high, 120 meters long, and 200 meters wide. He knew because he had felt every last inch of it. It was extremely painful.
Zane looked down, to see 13 steps leading down to the floor of the chamber, which seemed to have no source for the lights. However, it was just a neat trick that Zane had figured out how to do, by creating tights in the ceiling and covering them with a film meant to both hide them and distribute the light evenly.
Zane formed a small glowing purple ball in his hand and threw it to the other end of the room near a giant computer screen. The path there had a red carpet, made because of Zane's slight streak to be overdramatic, along with a row of nine pillars on either side of the carpet. The moment the purple ball made contact with the ground, Zane appeared there. At the exact moment he did so, a face was generated on the big screen. It was an average male face, still as a picture. Mostly because it was a picture.
"So, Omicron, I wish to see the bodies you created for me."
"Of course. I can't wait to run some more tests on them." Replied the face, now known as Omicron.
"Hey, I don't need a GLaDOS on my hands."
"Of course. Now then, the bodies that you want are through the door to your left."
"Thank you. You have proven to be most helpful."
Now that the conversation was over, Zane turned to his left and walked straight. He soon reached the door mentioned by Omicron, and walked through it. In small structures supporting them, were the bodies mentioned, and Zane was filled with a small sense of glee...

That "song" will not be found anywhere but Fan fiction. It was a poem written by Dazzle My Vajazzle. Please, read some of her stories, the poem Daddy at least. For my own purposes, imagine that the music for it is just your generic country music.