Chapter 3 everyone, whooo! Thank you for reviewing everyone i'm glad to see them all.

Tigre- Actually believe it or not I have not played the sly cooper game series. I never owned it, I did play all the ratchet and clank and Jak and Daxter but not sly. But i'll be more than willing to take writing requests, if you find me game walkthroughs online that I can watch i'll do that so i can get a feel for the characters I will happily inverse myself in the game series. Just send me the titles of them.

Songs of inspiration of the day/ AoT-M-04 Female titan chase scene(attack on titan), Epic music of all time: secret robes

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Emily and I often talked to each other about the Jak and Daxter games; Jak II more specifically. We both like to think of the far more depressing and realistic shit that would happen to someone. Emily's thoughts wondered the types of torture and my thoughts wandered more to the psychological damage one would have left over from the ordeal. I'm a critical thinker, always thinking and ideas always flowing.

Now, since I am a biology major the brain is a very interesting thing to me and how it works is even better. With the whole concept of dark eco and the torture, when I wasn't playing the games I would think about how Jak must have either felt or reacted after they ended and in a place he was left alone, I liked to think of how such a dangerous type of energy or scource of power could be to someone.

Now sure, this was all before Jak actually came here, but now that he was here and seeing how he acted, the thoughts came back.

Hearing him talk to Daxter about their meals in the underground got me thinking though. If they had memories outside of what the game covered, if where he came from was real, could there be some other things that aren't known about him. serious psychological damage to his mentality maybe? Were there even any visible changes in his personality other than the obvious bad attitude?

I wouldn't ask him what he thought of any of it, what went through his head during those years. It wasn't any of my business and after it all happened I was certain that Jak wouldn't want to talk to anyone about it.

It was still during the night when I woke up to something I'd never thought would happen in my house hold. There was a loud scream just in the room beside mine and I jumped from my bed in fright. Scrambling to grab something I managed to snag my bat and came running into the guest room and threw the light switch.

"What's wrong?" With blurry vision I could only pick out two shapes, one orange and smaller and one against the wall behind the bed. No third party, the room was empty of any unwanted guests.

Even without my glasses getting close enough to the bed I could make out Jak's facial expression. He looked awful. Cold sweat and dark eyes, he looked like he'd just seen a murder. "You look like shit, no offense."

Jak just nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. "I feel like shit." Well, I'm sure he wasn't wrong. He asked, "Did I wake you up?"

I snorted just a little bit.

"No, I just came in here worried with a bat in my hand to say 'good morning sunshine.'" He didn't take the joke like other would and looked rather upset at my sarcasm. "Yes, I was worried" I sighed.

"You hear a scream you come into a room where it came from to see what's going on, that's pretty normal here. I was afraid something happened to you so I had this ready to bash someone's head in."

I waved the bat with emphasis and came to sit on the bed just beside him. He looked at me confused before I smiled a little at him. "You can go back to sleep now, it was just a nightmare, nothing that really involves you at all." He said with a sour look. Daxter came down from the window sill and patted his friend's shoulder.

They really were the best of pals. Lucky Jak. "It's alright pal. You aren't back there anymore, you're free." I was confused by what Daxter meant by' back there', but I figured he was referring to the prison. I felt my heart clench in my chest.

'I'm such a bleeding heart.' I sighed and stood up . Jak watched me go toward the hall by my room. "Do you often sleep alone?" I really did wonder since Daxter was always with him.

Jak didn't so much as look at me before he nodded. "I don't need others to pity me. what happened happened and I can't change any of it. Are we done playing this game of questions?"

"Sure." I nodded. "I'll say this though. If you ever want to talk about anything, even if I'm new and you just need to vent, I'll listen when you need it." I turned the light out and went to walk back to my room. "You know where to find me if you need me." I highly doubted he would need me since he just met me, but you never know when somebody might just snap and need to talk.

"Alyssa." Ah, how I just loved the sound of my younger sister groaning in the morning as she woke up.

"What?" I asked as I cracked two eggs on the side of the counter to break the white shells and cook the contents.

"I'm hungry." Brenna whined and came to set her head on her folded arms on the counter beside me. "Oh and last night I had a weird ass dream."

I cut her off before she could begin to tell me her odd dream. "You weren't dreaming, Jak, and Daxter, are both here, and they are still downstairs in the guest bedroom sleeping. So don't be loud and wake them up. It took Jak a good while to fall back asleep after he woke up early in the morning."

"He woke up early?" She asked confused. I nodded and began to explain how Jak had woke up screaming really early and nearly scared the hell out of me. Well he had but you know, not literally. "That sort of sucks. That means that they are sort of real aren't they?"

Sure, why not. No. "Not sort of real. From what I can understand, the way the talk and interact, there are things we don't know, meaning, yeah they may have come from our game, but whatever world they were spat out of, is as real as our home."

Bren hummed in thought, fingers tapping the marble counter top as she did so. "That's really freaky." she muttered while she watched me cook.

I agreed with her for the first time in months though. It was freaky as all get out. It happened though and they were here so it was best that I make best of the situation and try and find them a way back, and while doing so take care of them at least since I was the one who stranded the here in the first place. If anything was felt it was something along the lines of obligation.

I was just getting onto making the french toast when I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. I craned my neck to see Jak come walking in with a sleeping Daxter still handing off his left shoulder. "Feeling any better from last night?"

"There is no feeling better after something like that." He replied bitterly.

I rolled my eyes, muttering a quiet "Alright then." He stood there for a few minutes just watching me cook and move around the kitchen as I cooked breakfast for everyone. I was glad I had at least some cash to go to the store just a few minutes drive from home. "Do you want any juice or anything to drink at all? you keep rubbing your throat like you're thirsty."

Right after I had said that Jak moved his hand away from his neck. Maybe it was because I pointed it our or something like that, I didn't care. "Just water if you have it."

That was fucking sad to hear. If I had it? Man that was horrible. "I have water, and it's clean. Here." I opened the cabinet and came over to the fridge so as to show him how the water and ice dispenser worked. "Just press the cup to this little piece back here and it will give you the amount of water you want. Simple. Now come on."

Patting his back twice I went back to the stove top to turn off every burner that was on and red still. Breakfast was ready and knowing a little more info now i'm sure it had been a good while since these two actually had a proper meal that wasn't dehydrated or something they managed to steal from the markets in the Bazaar.

This would be a big change and hopefully a good one. Eggs with toast and turkey bacon, french toast on the side with syrup and powdered sugar available. I hoped what I made wouldn't make them sick. I would just have to wait and see.

Breakfast that morning was a learning experience for me. I learned that it was never a good idea to ever let Daxter have to much sugar, or more importantly any. It was only powdered sugar for god sakes! Powdered, that stuff that you sprinkle on your pancakes and waffles, it hardly does a thing to anyone, but nope, guess if you're a god like deity in a mall body it pretty much causes the same issues as crack.

So now I was forced to deal with a very stubborn and giddy Ottsel who decided it would be a fucking blast to jump on a hanging light fixture that was hanging ust over my dining room table. What was Jak doing while this was going on?

standing in the corner watching me fail and laughing at me. The little punk ass wouldn't even help me when I asked before, he just said I was the one who gave it to him so I should deal with it.

"Get off the chandelier, Daxter!" I yelled and glared at the him as he laughed stupidly at me.

"But it's to much fun up here. Besides." He grinned and threw a wink to me. "From here I get a pretty good look at the girls in your shirt."

Excuse me! "The fuck did you just say?" Quickly I moved my arms to cover my chest. I felt my phone vibrate in my bra and grumbled. I accepted it and still covered my chest. "Hello?"

No time to look at caller ID. "Hi alyssa." The other person on the line called. I stopped thinking really and just responded automatically without trying to process who it may be on the other line.

"Hi sweetie,what's up?" I took a swipe at Daxter but he scrambled just out of reach and now was sitting on top of the candle holders. "Sort of busy here." Daxter spit his tongue at me and I took another grab at him only to miss. Little smug piece of fuzzy shit.

"Oh i'm sorry." She apologized. "I just wanted to call you from the plane i'm on using their approved lines and tell you I'll be there soon. The plane lands in twenty minutes so I'll take a taxi there."

Sure sounded good. "Awesome hun, see you then, gotta go- DAMMIT GET THE HELL OFF THAT!" I ended the call after I basically murdered the other caller's ear drum. I'd think later of who it was when they got here. Right now other shit was important. I chucked my phone into the cat bed across from me and climbed on top of the table.

"Don't fall off." I heard Jak chuckle. I swear I could just imagine the stupid smile on his face as he said it too.

Daxter eventually came down and it gave me the opportunity to snatch him by the tail and pull him off the light. Going to Jak who put his hands up in defense I threw Daxter at him a little roughly. "He gave you a pretty fun time." Jak smirked.

I flipped him the bird and turned around, running fingers through my hair."Fuck you, you didn't even try to help me."

Jak shrugged. "It wasn't my idea to let him eat that stuff. You said yes and it made him that way. So it seems fair you deal with it." He still had that stupid grin on his face and oh I wanted so badly to just go over and smack it off his face. Daxter just laughed and went to lean against Jaks head as he stood on his shoulder.

"Listen sweet cheeks." He started.

I snarled at him before he could finish his sentence, giving him a very clear warning he was going to be crossing a line not meant to be crossed. "Remember what I said last night?"

He rolled his eyes at me. He seriously just rolled his eyes at me like it was nothing! I was about ready to go throw him to my neighbors demon chihuahuas.

"whatever. As I was saying. Listen here, you are dealing with the uncontrollable dynamic duo known to the universe. If you can't handle even one of us when we're a little more excited than normal, than you are going to have some serious problems coping."

God wasn't that saying something. "I'm not coping well as it is."I gladly informed him. "I'm cramping, I pulled a 43 hour week shift at work, a video game almost murdered me, you two were thrown at me through my tv late at night, I woke up to you screaming, which i'm sorry for, and i don't remember who called me no less than a two minutes ago. Can you see why i'm not coping well?"

Jak looked almost ready to burst out laughing. "Try going through torture for two years day after day, running through a city that is trying to kill you, run from a mad leader who wants everyone dead, and a giant metal monster basically fucking up your day. I've coped pretty well, you should be able to get over whatever it is that's eating you."

Right. He had all that shit behind him. Jak was right though, he had gone through so much more crap than anyone else and starting at the age of just fifteen. I really didn't have a right to complain about what was going on.

I sighed. "Alright. You're right. I'm not dealing with nearly as much as you are. Cut me some slack though. You aren't in that environment anymore, so whatever is stressful to me may seem like easy childs-play to you."

That seemed to make sense to him and Jak nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it does sound easy."

"Boy I am going to hit you" I threatened. My skin already prickled in goosebumps just from the thought of thwacking him upside the back of the head.

Jak held his hand out in front of him. He looked more confused than before. "Did you just call me boy?" He asked. "That's strange coming from a kid who's doesn't look a day over 15."

Oh so he was going to play that way. I had a growth hormone deficiency since I was little. So when it came time to grow my body did not start producing the right hormones that cause puberty at all. So I looked a lot younger than I am.

I cleared my throat and straightened my posture before answering him with a very confident and matter of factly tone. "I'll be glad to inform you, boy-" I sneered the last bit with a smirk. "I proceed you by almost three entire years."

"That's bullshit." Jak told me. He did not sound like he believed me and really not many people did. considering yes, I'm 5'1, petite and have a very thin face, I wasn't so surprised to hear that Jak didn't believe me.

I grinned like a happy go lucky brat. "Trust me, I am. I was born in the year 1995, it is now 2014. That makes me over nineteen years old. Which, oh my, makes me a whole two plus years older than you."

Pinching his cheek I started to make little coo noises at him as though he were a child before he swatted my hand away with a very displeased look. I liked that look, it was great and it made me feel about three times better than before. Did that make me a total dick? Yes, yes it did, and I couldn't care less.

Jak must have been used to everyone being younger than he was and being the more mature of everybody. Now for me to be so assertive and on top of that, older than him, I bet it just rubbed him the wrong way. I patted his shoulder and walked with him out of the dining room into the atrium hallway area.

"No need to be pissey Jak." I told him. "So I'm a few years older than you, big deal. You still have height and maturity on me."

that seemed to hit a good spot for him. I was pretty tiny, the guy himself couldn't have been more than five inches taller than I was. Still those few inches made quite a difference.

"I mean come on, standing up straight I only come up to your chin."

He ruffled my hair with a fist before I could make a move to stop the hand from coming near me. "True, for maturity wise I was sort of forced to be mature fast."

"pfft." I shoved his hand away. "dude you were chill as fuck even when going around sandover village and across the land to the other sages huts. You were more mature at fifteen than I am at nineteen now."

Then it hit me like a wall. I was actually talking to the guy on a completely not weird stranger level. More like new people exchanging stories and becoming a little nosy about each other. Was that bad? I think so. It had barely even been a full twelve hours since he came here! Did shit move as fast now as they did in fanfictions on line?

If so that is some freaky shit. Live fanfiction was scary.

"Think it was smart to leave that mess on the table back there?" Jak craned his head back to look in the direction of the dining room table while I groaned and bent back like a limp noodle.

"No." I whined. "I just don't want to clean it up. Brenna can do it." Brenna came out just seconds after I said that and spoke a simple 'Nope' before grabbing a redbull from the fridge and retreating back to her woman cave. I could always rely on her I told myself in thought.

It was probably a good idea to start cleaning it up though the more I thought about it. I didn't want the house being a mess while my mom and dad were away. Or since company was here in the house currently.

"I'll set to work on it. If you could help me just the tiniest bit and grab the cups from the table it would be really appreciated." To my surprise Jak actually did help me with the cleaning. He brought me all the dishware and waited in the kitchen as I washed and dried dishes. The entire time he just leaned against the counter admiring all the viking glass we had in the display, occasionally asking where they came from.

I came over to stand next to him after I put the last of the plates in the cabinets.

"Cool aren't they?" I asked and glanced at him from the corner of my eyes.

"Sort of. Some of the shapes just seem off." considering what he said I looked back at the many pieces of glass ware and really noticed that some really were.

He grinned and pushed himself off the counter side and went to walk back in the living room. "I'll teach you to use the TV and everything else!" I called after him and went to follow but I was interrupted by the sound of someone abusing my poor doorbell. I ran to the door in my socks and being sure to take extra care of how i stepped since me with socks and wood, or tile floor did not go well together.

I yelled for Jak and Daxter both to stay in the living room and not to come out until I came in there to tell them it was alright to come out. With the assumption that they agreed since I got no answer I reached to twist the key in the lock and unlock the door so I could greet who ever was on my front step.

"Hello?" It was no mail man like I had expected. I figured it could be despite the fact it was way to early for the mail to come. Instead I saw someone I'd forgotten was on the way over. No I didn't forget her because i'm an idiot, I was just dealing with two young idiots who jumped worlds.

My lovely friend Navey was standing just in front of me, big smile on her face and traveling bags on both sides of her. "Oh good, i'm glad this was the right house and I didn't happen to get the wrong directions written down."

I laughed and leaned out of the door way to hug her tight. God I loved this chick and now I was pissed at myself for not remembering sooner that she was coming over for a good slot of time.

"Hi cutie pie." I waved her inside and closed the door behind us, locking it out of routine. "I'm sorry, I would have had a little welcome party thing all ready and decorated for your arrival here but I totally blanked on you coming before you called me from the plane."

Navey just patted my head. "That's alright, I know you've had a busy week. Yesterday being the worst, right?" Oh she had it right.

I nodded. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you about it." I had invited Navey to come stay at my place while she was taking some classes at my college with me and since I cleared it with my parents she'll be working at the school to pay a little rent. It was surely better than staying in a hotel or finding an over priced apartment to stay in while going to school.

The guest room was going to be hers so she and I could hang out downstairs and just live down there by ourselves.

It occurred to me at that moment that Jak and Daxter were in the living room and Navey just happened to be a Jak and Daxter nut like me. If she saw them she'd think they were cosplayers and wonder where I met them. That could go over ok, right?

But then she would notice eventually that they never changed out of their so called cosplay. Their ears were sort of attached to their heads and I couldn't pass Daxter off as an electronic toy animal. It was just impossible.

Others knew this already. I'm the type of person where if there is a cold pool and others are just sitting to get used to it I'm the one person who just jumps right in and ignores the cold. So I often times more than not face shit head on and go right into the situation.

"Navey come here please. I've got something to show you before i go and give you a tour of the house and get your stuff settled in."

"Oh, Ok, lead the way." She left the bags by the door and followed behind me as I came into the living room. I swallowed a lump in my throat before I went over to pat Jak's shoulder and whisper down to him. I could already see Navey staring wide eyed Jak as he stood up and looked at her with equal puzzlement, though he appeared far more collected than she did.

I cleared my throat this time. "Navey, this is Jak, obviously. Jak, this is my good friend Navey. She and I planned to have her stay here for a few months while she went to college here with me."

God, seriously, if you're going to throw anymore curve balls at me, do it now instead of waiting for a worse time.

There was a loud crashing sound and the loud yell from Daxter, "Sorry!" from the kitchen. I sighed and put my face in my hands.

Yeah, that made more sense given my luck. Thank you god, for throwing that at me like I stupidly asked.

alright, so there's chapter 3 everyone. I hope you enjoyed it.

Please review everyone, I enjoy hearing feedback and anything you guys have to say, flames included, I can use them to cook my food.

Have a good night.

~Alyssa