Yeah! I'm finally done with the third chapter of JSP. After this chapter, it's the 8th chapter of ITIP (short for Izzy the Ice Princess) and THG (short for The Human Girl). Be my guest and read this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jake and the Neverland Pirates, or Star vs the Forces of Evil. One belongs to Disney Junior. Another belongs to Disney XD. Maddie belongs to me. The Cannibal belong to F3niKS863.

Update: I will not be putting the author's note at the end of the chapter and other stories.

Chapter 3: The Key to Your Past

Jake groaned, opening his eyes. His shoulders hurt from the injection the voice give to him. His mouth felt a like sandpaper.

Suddenly, someone slapped him in the face. With a metal rod.

Jake cried out and tried to touch the cut. But he couldn't because his hands were tied to the chair.

The metal rod came again and again. Jake was screaming out loud. Blood was gushing out of his cheek and into his mouth.

Suddenly, the familiar voice said, "Stop!"

The rod stopped. Then a deep voice replied, "But I wanna beat him up."

"You can't kill someone if we kidnap him."

"That's why you suck as a boss."

"I know."

Jake sat there, struggling to get out of the chair, but his hands were like they were connected to the chair.

He heard snorting and he looked up to see the monster again, looking more pissed off than ever.

"What are you looking at?" he snapped. Jake cringed at that and looked down. Jake noticed that his hands were free, and he move it to touch his cheek. There was a deep cut, and blood was gushing out. Jake glared at him.

"Why did you do that to me?" he asked. The monster laughed.

"Do you know who I am?" the monster asked. Jake shake his head. Suddenly, the monster slapped him hardly in the face. Jake cried out as the red hand mark started to swell. A lot. Jake glared at him again.

"My name is the Cannibal and you are our prisoner," explained the monster. Jake jumped out of the chair and tried to punch him, but then several monsters came and caught hold of them.

"What do you want from me? Why do you need me?" asked Jake, as the monsters dragged him to the chair and chained him to it. Then he saw a lawyer-like monster came up to him.

"Remember what happened before you went into a 'deep sleep?'" asked the lawyer monster. Jake gasped as he flashbacked.

Flashback

"Make sure the boy hold still," a voice replied. Jake looked up to see a needle. His body froze. He was not a fan of needles.

"What do you want from me?" asked Jake, as the needle pierced his shirt and making him wince in the pain.

"You!" the voice cried.

End Flashback

"What do you want from me?" repeated Jake, feeling queasy as the lawyer monster opened a black cloth, revealing first a blue vial, then a syringe. "I know you don't like needles. But you need to choose between what you wanna know and what will happened if you don't, Jacob William Hutchinson."

Jake gasped. "How do you know me?" he asked, as the lawyer monster filled the syringe with the blue vial. He turns to him. "First of. My name is Toffee. Secondly, I may be the key to what you want." he said.

Jake crooked his head. "You may be the key to what?" asked Jake. Toffee sighed.

"The key to finding out about your past," finished Toffee.

"I don't get it."

Izzy, Cubby, Maddie and Skully were running towards Jake's scream and found Jake's Mighty Captain Sword. Now they were in their hideout with Izzy looking at Jake's new sword, Cubby and Skully crying in his bed, and Maddie was staring at Jake's red bandanna.

"Why would this Toffee guy kidnap Jake just to find out about his past?" Izzy asked to Maddie. Maddie didn't make a sound as Cubby kept on crying.

Great. So I'm doing this myself, thought Izzy as she pulled out a pair of scissors out of her pillow and ripped through the hole of reality.

I hope she can help me with this, thought Izzy as she stepped through the hole.

"But how did you know me?" Jake repeated as Toffee fills the syringe with blue liquid from the vial, then turns his arm over to find a vein in his elbow. Jake wince as the needle pierces his skin-needles were a part of life at Columbia, but he never got used it.

"You'll find out after this really deep sleep," he said, smirking.

Toffee's words are ominous, but the blue liquid floods his veins, making his legs heavy and his eyelids droop, and before he can ask him what he means, darkness swallows him and he sleep.