Note: Jesus, the last chapter was so intense that I don't know how to follow it up. Well, here's my half-assed attempt at trying to follow that up.
I don't own Jak and Daxter. Get it through your thick numb-ass skulls!
Chapter 27 (This story just keeps going... and going... and going...)
All Jak could see was darkness. Darkness. Nothing but darkness all around him. A swooshing sound caught his attention and he flipped around. "Who's there?" He called, the only response his own voice reverberating through the darkness. The sound caught his pointed ears again. "I said, who's there?" He asked again, and again, the only response was his echo. As the sound caught his ears a third time, a pair of red almond-shaped lights gleamed through the dark, almost like...
"Eyes." Jak said suddenly, shooting upwards in bed.
"What?" Torn asked, a little out of breath from trying to adjust to life with only one lung.
"Nothing." Jak lied, trying to shake the gleaming red lights from his mind.
"If you say so." Torn said breathily. He looked down at the book in front of him, a rudimentary child's reading book designed to teach young children how to read. Torn was mouthing out the words slowly as he went along, tracing each symbol with his index finger to memorize them.
"What's that?" Jak asked.
" 'Spot Runs Fast'." Torn replied embarrassedly, his cheeks turning a light red.
"Isn't that book, like, for three-year-olds?"
"I have the reading skills of a three-year-old, you numbskull." Torn replied, going back to his "book". "And I'll have you know, this is interesting." he lied through his teeth.
"Is it now?"
"No, but go away. I'm learning here." Torn replied. Jak tried to go back to sleep. But all that was in his mind was...
Nothingness. Emptiness. A black abyss surrounded Jak, keeping him locked within walls of shadow. A sinister version of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" could be heard through the abyss, ironic seeing as how not even starlight could survive in this black hole. "Where is that music coming from?" Jak wondered as he floated down, trapped in midair by the clouds of death. He floated downwards, and to his surprise, he found a violin. A violin somehow playing itself in the middle of a black abyss. "What the hell-?" He asked himself. "Surprised, Jak?"
"Who said that?!" Jak said, flipping around in terror. "Oh, no one." The voice responded. "No one but yourself in this dark, dank little cave I call home." The walls shined evilly, and they all turned into a black mirror-like material. Jak found himself looking into one wall, and seeing only bright red eyes staring back at him. "Is this me?" He asked.
"No. And yes." Jak felt his own lips moving as the words reverberated through the mirror-like chamber. "It's only your soul." The eyes grew closer, nearer, until--
"Ahh!" Jak woke up.
"Jak, are you alright?" Torn asked, looking up. "Yeah," Jak answered weakly, "Just a nightmare."
"Nightmares aren't real, Jak, they can't hurt you."
"I have a feeling this one can."
End of Chapter 27
Yes, it was short. Sue me. I'm having some writers block. But I still don't think we're done yet...
I know, you're all asking HOW LONG WILL THIS GO ON?!
For a while yet, my friends. For a while yet.