Jak was strapped down on the table, held by harsh metal bonds. He wore a green, ratted suit that signified him as being a prisoner, along with the other experiments that the Baron had ordered to be injected with Dark Eco today. Near Jak, readying the machine was a man. He had random, uncombed or washed patches of white hair, bleached white through horrible chemicals. The man wore white, sterilized gloves, which failed to hide his missing finger, and the man's white lab coat covered his whole body, except for his head, which clearly was covered in scars. The man's face had an eager expression, as he failed to hide that the experiment that was about to happen was pleasing to him. Judging by his smiles as he performed his horrific experiments, it was clear that he was a twisted, sadistic person. This man was named Antonine Saserpov.

Jak screamed in agony as the Dark Eco went into him, while Dr. Saserpov laughed his manic laughter.

"You were my best subject, my best experiment. Yet the darkness was confined within you, bound to your soul. Now it is free."

Jak howled in pure pain as the Dark Eco ripped out of him, forming Dark Jak. Dark Jak looked at him, laughing and sobbing and roaring and screaming through his fanged mouth, allowing all emotions to pour from him, no self control.

Saserpov laughed, and continued talking. "Soon, more experiments with the Darkness shall come. Others who have seen the truth, they sacrifice to the Dark Ones, the real creators, with destruction. They kill things, give things up, and destroy what they sacrifice. I do not annihilate for my makers, I create for them. I create wonderful things! Wonderful and terrible things. The true gods shall return, Jak, they shall return!"

Suddenly, the Darkness of Dark Jak was balanced out by a harsh white light as Light Jak appeared

Come Jak, we must leave this place and become heroes.

No Jak, stay, gain more power, give up, you know you want it.

No matter how tired you are, you know that you must get up and fight the Darkness.

Please yourself, not others. Do as you wish, rest.

Follow my advice, and we shall be the unstoppable. We shall not rest, we shall never settle down. Across the world we will travel, sacrificing pleasure and peace so that others may have it. We shall use our powers, and force those who refuse to serve the Highest Light to see the truth. We shall stare into men's souls; we shall cleanse and purify all. All immorality, all sin shall be purged from the world by our glorious light.

Do as I say, Jak, and we shall be happy. If we want something, we shall get it. We will only move when we wish, we will stay where we like. Who cares what the rest of the world wants, as long as our friends and us are happy, let it all burn! If someone is wrong, let them remain in their ignorance, as long as it does not harm us. Let others live how they wish, let someone else be the hero for a change. Have peace, in the quiet dark.

All the while, Saserpov laughed, and chanted, "They shall return! They shall return! THEY SHALL RETURN!"

Jak jerked awake in the car, awoken by a siren in the city. He clutched his head, feeling much weaker after his horrible dream.

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"Rise and shine, sleepyhead."

Daxter suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, as Jak leaped up and held Daxter in a chokehold, the gun he had taken from the Kreon Corp guard aimed at the ottsel's eye. When he saw that it was Daxter, Jak let him go.

"Man, you are definitely not a morning person. Remind me to buy you an alarm clock made out of titanium."

Jak groaned. He felt terrible, as if sleeping only made him weaker. Perhaps it was just the battle from the previous day, catching up to him. Or maybe it was that bad dream.

The dream wasn't so bad until Captain Haven came in, trying to get you to become some sort of martyr for the Light.

I cannot control what Jak dreams of us. If using strange dreams is the only way for you to insult me, I am sorry that I share this body with you.

This is my body, I had it first. Then the Baron put you in, and the Oracle added you. Then that strange agent made you two start thinking on your own.

Jak, no weapon could create souls. Even the Precursors lack the power. The weapon that the agent weilded instead splintered your mind, shattering you into three parts.

So, basically, you now have multiple personality disorder, with extra mutated powers!

Thanks Dark. That really helped.

Jak ate the food Jinx had stolen (much to Light Jak's outrage) and looked at the bomber. Jinx was still in pain from the torture, and Jak doubted that he would be able to do any more action missions. Jak decided to contact Haven, but there was only one secure enough method of contact.

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"J-J-Jak, why are you using this top security line? Is Haven under attack? I-I-I-Is it Metal Heads? Dark Makers? Some new threat, even more t-terrible than any before."

Daxter rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah Vin, you're right. Kor, Errol, the Acherons, and Duke Skyheed all came back to life, and have united to get their revenge on us. We will all die!"

Jak punched Daxter, and took over the line. "Um, Vin… we kinda got involved in a huge gang war, and have now made enemies with the Kras City government, as well as the mega Kreon Corporation, whose leader is part of some strange cult, and has cyborg mutants under his control. The cyberkey is held by the government, and my alternate forms have developed their own powers."

There was a long pause as Vin thought. Then, the human-turned-computer-program answered, "Well, I can send you a computer worm, which, when plugged into a computer with access into the mainframe of the Kras Network, will bypass the security of the network, thereby accessing the security clearance, and then return to the external hard drive, deleting all history related to the program."

Daxter muttered, "Um… what did he say?"

"I-I-I'll download a computer program to a flash drive you have, you plug it into a government computer, it gets all of the security information, which it saves to the flash drive, and it covers up all traces that it was ever there."

"I still don't under…"

Jak shut Daxter up by saying, "OK Vin, how are we going to gain access to a government computer?"

"Is there any small government building, non-security related? Such as a tourist or information center?"

Jak replied to Vin, "Yeah, there is one."

Vin, if he were still a person, would have smiled. "V-v-v-very well J-Jak. I have a p-p-plan…"

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Miranda Glourich was asleep. There was no reason for her to be awake, as no customers had come in the Kras City Tourist center in a long time. After all, who would go to Kras City, with reports constantly coming out of severe crime problems? Suddenly, she was woken up by someone actually entering. She looked at the person. He wasn't very tall, and had short, spiky hair, which was yellow at the tips and green at the roots. He was wearing a blue shirt, and on his shoulder was a strange orange animal.

"Excuse me," the man said, "but I would like to know if there is a place for me to advertise my ventriloquist act?"

Miranda looked at the person, "A Ventriloquist act?"

"Yeah, my orange pet here will seem like he's talking to you, but it's really me."

"HEY!" shouted the orange animal. "I can talk, he's lying."

Miranda laughed. That man was good! His pet even acted out what he was saying. Miranda turned her head as another man came in, with light brown hair and a red scarf. The new man simply went into the bathroom, and Miranda turned back to look at the ventriloquist and his pet. She was so busy laughing at the antics of the little orange thing that she did not notice the man with the scarf sneaking behind he and plugging something into her computer.

"You see, I am the real hero. This dude behind me? He just carries me around."

Miranda looked at the little creature. "You're so cute, I want to use you as a stuffed Poopsie Bear."

"You think I'm cute, eh? Well, you're not so bad yourself. Perhaps, we can go do something, and my girlfriend back home doesn't need to know…"

Miranda laughed so hard that she did not notice the man with the scarf removing the flash drive from the computer. She said to the man with the green-yellow hair, "You are the best ventriloquist I have ever seen. Do you have a phone number for the Ventriloquist company you work for."

The man hesitated, then smiled. "Ask the 'real hero'."

The small animal paused, and then quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "There you go," he said.

After the two left, Miranda immediately decided she needed to log on to her social network, and send the phone number of the best ventriloquist ever to all 500 of her friends.

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Back in the car, celebrating getting to codes from her computer, Jak, Daxter, and Jinx were relaxing, because that night they would need to break into the Kras City Intelligence Center. Jak turned and asked Daxter, "Say, what was that phone number you gave her?"

Daxter shrugged, "I dunno, just whatever one was in my pocket."

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Kiera grumbled as she tried to fix the projector in the Freedom League HQ. Why had Pecker needed to spill his drink all over it? Why? She heard a noise as Torn entered, but as soon as he walked in the room, Torn's phone rang. Torn sighed, and pulled it out. After a few seconds, he started shouting, "NO, THIS IS THE FREEDOM LEAGUE. WE DO NOT OFFER THOSE SORTS OF SERVICES HERE!"

Kiera was concerned. "What's wrong Torn?"

"For some reason, people keep on calling me, thinking that I own a ventriloquist company! "

"That's strange," Kiera replied. "Why would they think that?"

"I have no idea."