I put this up pre- maturely. I wasn't ready to update. I was almost done anyway. So it's short.

A Stickler For Rules, I deeply opologize for the Michael Jackson fanfiction that I had recently created on this site. I am only 13 years old, and I'm very... Unknowing. I did not realize what I was doing, and that's why I'm very sorry of what I had did. You are right. Michael would be very upset if he had heard about this. I deserve being reported. I did not know my actions may lead into to shut down.

I have learned my lesson, and will never make a nother Michael Jackson fanfiction story ever again because of this.

I am sorry Michael Jackson for being so ignorant and such a dumbass.

I am sorry Stickler For Rules for offending you, and possibly others.

I am sorry for not following the terms (I skipped through them) and nearly completely shut the site down.

In brighter news, here's the chapter.

Laona, we want to speak to you. In person.

Who are you?

Don't you recadnise my voice? We've met once before.

Uh...

I'm the lead Precurser you met down in the catacombs. We didn't properly introduce ourselves. My real name is Bansa

...OH yeah! Now I remember.

We want you to meet someone.

Who?

You'll find out once you come here.

Do I know 'em?

Yes.

Cool...

Yes, very cool. Now, this evening, I want Jak to help escort you to the catacombs. They were recently fixed, so you don't have to have much of a trouble nearly dying. There are some wires still jolting out though, now and then.

Alright.

We'll see you soon.

Oh, and when you wake up, you'll only feel that sick that one time. Tah.

Uh... Tah then?

I woke up on my back, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't wait until that evening, immidiately as I woke up. Heck, the Precursors talked to me in my sleep! Whad' do you expect? As I sat up, I felt a little nausia.

WTF... Oh god... Morning sickness!

I moaned, clenching my abdomen. "Shit.." I scoffed, running to the bathroom and tossing my cookies. That woke Jak up, with a slight scare as he got out of bed, seeing I was struggling a little. He came to me, kneeled down, and patted my back and rubbed it to try to make me feel a little better. Thanks for warning me! . The day went on, and when it came near evening time, I told Jak about my dream.

"You're sure they were the precursors?"

I nodded.

"..Why would they want to talk to you?"

I shrugged, and crossed my arms. "Alright." He sighed. Jak escorted me to the catacombs. He looked a bit saddened at the sight. It was the place his father, Damas had died. I pulled him close to me and I kissed him. Once I drew away, he looked at me in the eyes, and held my wrist gently. "I'll be fine." I said gently. "You better be." Jak cooed. I turned to see the catacombs, and the transportation device with it. I started walking towards it. Jak watched me drive off silently and thought to himself quietly as he returned back home.

Bansa was right about the catacomb ways. They were fixed up to where it wasn't as dangerous from before. Once I landed, I stared in awe at the closed precursor metal doors. "Greetings young warrioris." The deep voice said from the precursor. I smirked, not fooled by the last time. "I like your real voice for some reason." I commented. "Well I like to use it now and then." It laughed as the doors opened. The ottsil waddled over to me, with a welcoming smile. I kneeled down and shaked his hand. "Good to see you again dear. You're absolutely glowing today." He greeted. I nodded politely, "Good to see you too." Slowly I stood up. "What is it that you've called me here for?" I asked curiously.

"Well, this may be sort of odd, and a little unrealistic if you don't understand it well, but I have someone who wants to talk to you that has died."

I looked at him funny, and tilted my head to the side like a puppy does when it sees something interesting.

"What?"

The precursor looked at someone behind me, and nodded. I didn't breathe, as I turned around to see who it was. Erol. He was back to his original form. Still in the armor he was in when he crashed into the dark eco barrels. The same armor he had always worn. I couldn't believe my eyes! "Erol?" I asked quietly. "In a way, yes," He said softly. The precursor came into the picture.

"He can only be present near the entrance to the catacombs, or here, Laona."

We stared into eachothers eyes for a few moments. I started to remember the past, about my past with him. It doesn't matter right now. I stopped thinking about the negative that had happened. "I'll leave you two alone." The precursor said, disapearing. I moved my hand up towards him, showing him my palm as he moved his towards mine. As his reached mine, I felt nothing and nore did he. "Why'd you call me here?" I asked softly. "I missed you," He replied with a light sigh. "Being dead and having nobody to talk to is quite boring." I frowned. "Jak had to stop you from destroying the world, Erol." He put his hand down, and crossed his arms. "That cyber brain I had. It messed my thinking up so bad, I can't bare to remember what a freak I was."

"But that's in the past now. It's too late for another chance," I said hopelessly. "There are ways, Laona." He said, which perked me up. He reached out with his hand. "Hold my hand." He said softly, not keeping his eyes away from mine. I didn't understand what he ment by that. Both of us knew that since he was just a spirit ghost thingy, we could simply walk through each other.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Trust me." He edged, wanting me to hold his hand. I reached for his hand, and to my suprise it actually worked. Suddenly I felt a cold shivver run down my back. Then I felt immidiately breathless, and felt my body fall limp, and fall to the ground on the precursor metal. But I was still standing up. How could this be? I stared at myself, in total shock. Erol cupped his hands on mine, and I came sort of back in reality. I turned to him, with an expression of my urge of explination. "You're now in the spirit world. No harm will come to your physical body. I can assure you that. You're not dead." He said, smiling.

I'm not gonna say much. I'm mad at myself. I offended Michael. Carmen, feel free to cuss me out or pretend to beat me up. I deserve it.