So, guess who decided to be a lazy procrastinating piece of shit recently. Yup, that's right, it was meeeeeeee! The summer has been so full of work and school, so this chapter is going to be just a tad shorter and probably not as good. I'll make it up to you all in the next one, promise.

Tigre- Thanks girly, you're very sweet. I'll look at those games when I get the chance and if I like it enough, throw me a prompt on what you'd like to see for the crossover and i'll do my best unless you're just wanting me to write something on my own.

Leah- Bitch come over here and say all that to my face so I can moosh your cheeks and say I love you

(videos of inspiration of the day) Rawrberry- epiphany, Fuck you google+ song, (this song is funny as fuck, i'm not even kidding), show me how you burlesque, and my friend screaming in terror as she plays outlast on the computer.

"It just seems stupid to me that you would worry about something like this." Daxter came to walk to my side and picked up some loose glass shards I missed then dumped them into the garbage can. When that was done and over with I made my way back into the living room to see Navey sitting on the couch and Jak in one of the reclining chairs my parents sat in.

I cleaned up the bowl, again, and went into the living room to see Navey actually chatting with Jak casually. Casually! Like they'd been friends for longer than just a few minutes! What the ever loving hell?

I groaned and with little effort, leaned over the edge of the couch and let me upper half drag me over into a horrible bent in half demon possession poses and stayed that way for a good few seconds. I was more than aware of the looks I received from both the boys and tilting my head I just got a full flash of Navey smiling at me.

"The fuck is wrong with your spine?" Jak cringed when I moved and the sound of my vertebrae popping sounded. with a choked chuckle my eyes wandered to look at him. Guess they didn't know what contortion was in any of the games. This was going to be an entertaining day.

'Not a thing,' I wanted to tell him, but I didn't say that. "When I was younger, about three years old, my parents discovered I could roll up the stairs, in every literal sense, without holding onto a railing."

Daxter's face was priceless as he tried to imagine it and Jak just looked creeped out still. "So they put me in gymnastics and since then I've been able to contort pretty well naturally. Try imagining that you discover your daughter can be compressed like a pretzel and you probably have a reaction close to what my parents felt."

They could live seeing this, no big deal whatsoever.

"You know you're risking snapping your neck that way, Alyssa." Navey looked like she wanted to touch at my legs but was wary that if she did I may topple over. "Be careful how much of your weight you balance on yourself."

With a snort I moved further, bending my back more forward that my feet hung off the edge of the couch. "Please woman, you've seen my contortion pictures on my DA profile. I know what I'm doing. Most of the time." I muttered the last part.

Vaguely I could see her roll her eyes. "And on the other times that aren't 'Most of the Time' you're going to fall face first want eat carpet."

"Hey!" I pointed to her quickly so as not to lose my balance. "Carpet is high in fiber, gross but digestible."

"You're weird." Navey grinned and manged to pull my leg to for forward and I rolled over off the couch to land on my backside on the floor. I looked at her with a pout before I got back up to stretch my arms. "So, Alyssa, what do you have planned for us today?"

When She asked me that I honestly didn't know how to answer. "To be honest, not a damn clue. I wasn't exactly planning to have a party of four." I sat there for a few minutes before I suddenly got a really good, or a really stupid idea, running on just a few hours of sleep daily, I was fairly certain it was more stupid.

"Nobody move." I got up from my place on the carpet and ran around the couch to one of the cabinets behind it. I knew they still had to be there, they hadn't been moved since Christmas and Bren and I hadn't been in a recent fight. Noting some pcp pipe, painted zebra, another in gold, I reached to grab five different blow guns from the highest shelf.

Navey turned to look at me and grabbed one when i held it for her. "what are these? they look fun."

Oh they were massive fun alright. "These are pcp marshmallow guns." I told them with a wide grin plastered on my face. "My dad bought these about two years ago after he said he thought they looked cool. So he brought them back and gave them to each of my sisters and myself. You are supposed to use fresh marshmallows, but we use stale ones."

"Why do you use stale ones?" Navey looked at the bag of marshmallows i grabbed and tossed a bag to her and Jak.

This was the fun bit. "Because waifu." I leaned to pinch her cheek. "Stale marshmallows hurt more than fresh ones."

Her eyes narrowed but there was a devious smile on her face and glancing over at Jak i could see he found some interest in what I was saying. "Now that is evil." She mentioned.

"Well in a family of for girls raised to be tomboyish and very independent, evil doesn't begin to describe us." so with the new activity settled and getting underway I dispatched the pcp guns and gave everyone their own bag. Hell, I even let Daxter have the smaller gun my nephew used, it seemed like it would suit him better than the oversized gun.

Though he did handle massive blasters for Jak when flying so it may have been more considerate to give him a normal one. Fuck it if he whined he could get over it.

"One rule everyone." hoisting the gun on my shoulder, my arm on my slightly pudgy hip, I split a wide grin. "No rules and shoot to win. The most hits wins."

The rule settled well with everyone, my dear Navey was a giggly mess and despite the gun being obviously fake Jak looked absolutely ready to unload his entire bag of marshmallows on the both of us. I had no doubts he he would team up with Daxter.

"Is any part of this place off limits?" he asked, already grabbing the stale squishy treats.

"Nope." I cheered. "But stay the hell out of my dressers, specially you." I pointed to Daxter. He just gave me a solute before jumping to stand on his usual place, Jak's shoulder. Little shit was going to go in there anyway should the situation present itself. 'should have taken my opportunities to hide my vi.' I thought bitterly.

"One." I counted. Navey bounced from the couch and moved behind it. "Two." I took a step back, Jak smirked me, challenging me to make an early move. "Three." Fingers gripped guns tight, marshmallows at the ready and loaded in the barrels. It was going to be a fun day, maybe.

"BREAK!"

Everybody scattered like billiard balls on the table. I moved behind the couch with Mia and Jak Daxter took refuge behind the other recliners on the other side of the room. I blamed Daxter for having super animal hearing because when I leaned my head over to the couch to see them I felt something hit my outer eye socket.

"What the fuck!?" I crouched back down, rubbing my eye with the palm of my hand. "Jak was that you or the rat on your shoulder?"

"I'm not a rat!" Daxter yelled taking purchase on the top of the couch, angry and in a huff.

"The fuck you are." Damn fuzzy asshole shot me in the eye. I could think of a few places to start shooting marshmallows at him now. "He's very lucky that only hit me on the outside of my opcipital bone." I rubbed it faintly for a while longer before i began to move away from Navey and circle around the couch . If this battle turned into a war I was pretty sure i'd be dead or at least the last one standing in a stand off.

Marshmallows flew through the air it could be said it was barely snowing. Navey got stuck picking them out of her hair while I had to pull the occasional one out of my shirt. Daxter took liking to shooting them there I assumed, the little freak liked anything that involved seeing a girl reach down her shirt.

I turned when Navey pulled on my shirt, explaining to me her situation. "Alyssa, I'm out of marshmallows, I'm out." Oh what pity. Mia held her gun up in surrender, dropping it onto the couch and walking out into the walkway of the living room and halway.

"Losing your army Alyssa?" Jak turned his head around the couch to grin at me. I huffed and ducked back down behind the coach.

Forcing about three of the treats in the barrel of my gun I got it in ready position. "A one woman army isn't necessarily a bad thing, cutie pie, sometimes it's just enough."

"Do you need to call me names?" He asked, boots heavy on the carpeted floor. Those were probably the only way I would be able to hear him move.

I smiled to myself. "No fun if i'm not allowed to give you some pet names. If it makes you feel better you can give me a few, see if I like them. Might even let you keep calling me them if I approve."

"I feel like that's still not fair." Jak laughed curtly. I rolled my eyes and chucked my bag aside. Final standoff meant I wasn't going to have the time to reload if I ran out of ammo.

I turned my head to glance at the spot I was sure Jak was taking cover. "How do you figure that?" Who was gonna dare make the first move, I wondered. He was a sharp shooter, I more than knew that.

"What if I don't approve of the names? Do I get the same right to choose what you call me if you won't use my name?" There was a soft shuffle from him thag forced me to get on my knees and poise my feet ready to bolt if I needed to.

I laughed loud enough to make Navey and Daxter look at me. I shushed them with one finger against my smiling lips.

Going against Jak by myself was amazing itself. Even if all we had were toy guns with candy ammo he was sure as fuck a better shot and hunter than I was. I took a deep breath and shot up from my place and turned to aim at him. Much to my dismay Jak had already moved from his spot.

Suddenly there was noise a few feet behind me and I got a bad feeling in my stomach. Turnkng quick I only caught the sight of light hair and the gun raising before my head snapped back when something hit my lips.

Confused I looked at Jak in shock and all he did was smirk wide and gesture me to say something. Rolling my tongue I spit my tongue out with a stale marshmallow on it.

"Holy shit." Navey came over to me to laugh and Daxter took his usual place on Jak's shoulder. They bumped fists and laughed. Knowing I had lost in the worst way I held my arms in surrender and dropped my own gun on the ground.

"Nasty thing." I removed the disgusting food item from my tongue. "Automatic win for the Eco hero. Later you get to pick something for me to do and I'll have to do it. Family rules of the war."

Wonder what the fucker would pick. By the massive burst of laughter I already knew it was gonna be something I would regret giving him the privilege of picking. "Wonderful."

Hope that wasnt completely terrible. Im sorry for the extreme tardiness of this chapter. If anyone wants to try and guess whay Jak picks feel free. Its nothing bad, I hope, we'll see. Review babies let me know how you like it!