Woot! Woot! Woot! At last me, me, me-- -Sings it out!- It's all about me, not about you, it's me, me, me, ME!

God do I have to do this?!

Yes you must! For me! The Momo monster!

I'm starting to wonder on why I ever dated you in the past...

Momo: You know you loved it! -Strokes her smooth hips-

-Rolls eyes- Right...well then! Looks like Momo talked-...-Rubs hurt head- made me do this for her. She liked my Jak fic so she wants her own...and for me to type it, but with a new touch and her in the led! I hope you like it...her stuff, my keys. Story set in Ja-

Momo: Let me tell them, Alex!

Abby: Don't call me that damnit!

Momo: Whatever! Let me do it, let me do it! -Runs over Abby to do the story and story line-

Abby: ACK!

Story: Talk about a hard time

Story line: A girl finds herself in Jak and Daxters world a little before Jak two, and is put threw the same triptment that he was, but does she get the same dark powers? How did she even get into his world...how can she get back? Does she even know of her closest friend that followed to save her? If not then how do they met, do they met? Only the long road ahead and many turns and twisted will tell us!

Chp 1: What the

I curled around my friend's arm as she drolled at the computer screen. We had been up for hours thinking up things for her 10th chp in our Jak and Daxter story, and fell a sleep in mid-type. Well she did...I was kinda awake still. I yawned and looked down at the ball of warmth in my arms.

She was small...so much smaller than I. Her hair was now longer than mine, even tho a week ago you could trip over mine. Her deep green eyes now shut in a deep and lustful sleep with her rich brown bangs covering half of her face, her pumped chested rising and falling calmly to the beat of her own dorm. Her light skin, and her red cheeks in a cold sweat in what seemed a bad dream, and her lovely hips swayed around in a movement much like that of a dogs when running happily in its dream.

This made me smile. I had missed those late nights just holding her after our good long make out times, that we got when her Mother went to bed.
I hadn't had her this close in so long...to long. I wanted to sick that pink skin into my mouth once again, but knew it was wrong. She was back with Matt...the shit face loser...and she was bi, not gay like I knew before...she gave up on girls almost all in all after our fight and made up her mind to be friends...rather I wanted it, or not. But then again I did so many things she didn't care for...ah well.

I had found I had closed my eyes, and they wouldn't open, as if they just knew a bright light would hit them...why I couldn't tell you. The room was dark...even the feel of it darken with Abby's emo dolls and now black paint, which she got from getting all B's in school. Even her lamp was now lit only with a dull blue, so I knew it was not bright...eyes still didn't open.

I sighed under my breath and just let my body go over Abby's in a limp doll way and allowed my body to relax and drift off into the dream world.
or so I could only hope. As what had happen next...would even make the gaming gods go 'Come again?'

I could hear the creak of a gun, the cold metal of the ground along with the dull warmth of the sun "Sir, we found another one!" a booming, yet ruffled voice called out. I rolled over as if it was just the T.V making the sound as my hand culled around for the remote, but I couldn't find it.

I did a anime fall in my head and grunted out 'Abby, get up and turn the T.V down!' but...I was only thinking it. I couldn't talk. I snapped my eyes open just to have them swell with salt from the heat of the sun 'What...the-' I thought with my mouth hanging open, as my tongue dryad even more just from it gasping quietly for water.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around, but before I could take in the world around me, someone with a ruff touch snapped me up off my side and put me to my feet "Sir?" 'Sir...?' I asked myself as my pupils grew in the dull light even more as a hand pulled my chin to face the harsh sunlight over head.

I grunted in a way unheard as the hand let go "She'll do just fine" I pulled my hand up to rub my eyes, when a red arm stopped it and did a back hand slap to my face 'Ack-!' I screamed in my head as I fell forward and onto someones red and blue with sliver sharped boots...which I wouldn't of known so well...if they didn't kick up in my face at that time, loosening my nose allowing blood to drip out and roll down my creaked lips from the dryness I felt before.

I flinched from the fell of my own blood as my belly pinched me hard as I gave a heave, I hated the feel of my own bloods heat as it slashed it's way into my mouth, finding a way to roll down my throat in a sick ruff slam of speed.

That's right about when I got overly pissed...

A butt of a gun...weird rod mix thing hit the top of my head. I then let out for real a grunt of pain as I fell on my face, the dim sun light leaving my eyes and I was in sleep once again...

"Momo?" a small, but hard voice called. I opened my eyes slowly with a killer headache "Gah...where the fuck am I-" I froze as I looked up to see Abby bent over me on my now warming ass cheeks, for my dress was pulled up just slightly "Abby?" I asked sitting up and rubbing my eyes with one hand and tapped the top of my head with the other...just to find there was no bump. No blood...no nothing.

"What-" "Hun?" Abby asked as I look confused. I looked to her and smiled.

Just a dream.

I shook my head "What time is it?" her brows went up, but she didn't push as she could tell something was on my mind as she pointed to the computers clock, three in the damn morning! School was soon...sleep Momo sleep! I told myself as Abby pushed her little Ottsel nose into my minds eyes "Bad dream?" "You're the one I should be askin'--" "Bad dream?" She asked firmly. I sighed and nodded.

I didn't want to get into it...cus Abby had bad dreams about Jak...so many bad things that Errol did to him. She got sick of the thought of his hands holding and stroking Jak's hot flesh as his own. To tell you the truth..it didn't seem to big of a thing to me, sure I got the whole Errol-pumped-dark-
eoc-into-the-boy-and-he-was-sacred-and-heated-the-guy-for-it but what I didn't get was what Abby got. It was as if she felt what Jak felt. Jak was always one of her favorites in the game. She being the fan girl she is...had a crush on him till he kissed that bitch of a green haired slut! Yeah you guessed it...Keira.

It was then she made a bee line for Torn...but if you ask me she's so got it bad for Jak. I mean he's the hero and is good looking has no tattoos from fighting for the evil king-! Who wouldn't love him really? So yeah...she lies about wanting Jak in her stories...I will one of these days show her how she really feels...but for now I need to think on how I feel. Sure she had bad dreams about this...as we were both mad fan girls. We both had a odd contagion with the game.

She had a odd contagion with Jak, Errol and the good Baron along with being much like the little Ottsel Daxter. I on the other hand, had a good feel for Kor, Jinx and Pecker and I was much like Kleiver with a odd mix of Seem, but mostly Kleiver. So why was I having dreams about the game? I wasn't all that into Errol, or the KG's at all...so wtf with me having a dream about the start of the game? Thats all I could put it up to as I thought back onto the time I had slept threw. Cold metal...dim light...red armor...a cold heartless hiss of a broken voice, Errol. Had to be the start of the game-

"Momo!" I shook my head in a sharp snap that made it crack, as I moaned from the popping Abby giggled "We need sleep! School...soon...sleep.
now...dream...now" She stated to me cutely and I nodded, a little ticked that the thinking rug under my feet was pulled out from under me so rudely. But none the less I laid down, her back to mine, and my back to the dogs...her little Mattie girl slept in between us...her nose always up my butt.

About 3minuets of the dog's wet and hot snout up my heated butt crak and I had, had enough! I rolled pushing the dog aside and looping my arms around Abby's chest, pulling her up to my own. I then nuzzled my head down to her neck, inhaling her scent as the smell of the race flowers she love oh so much came storming up my nose.

Lilly's.

I closed my eyes again taking in the flowery aroma toke over all of my smells, not even the old soap I bathed in cold be smelled over the rich flowers...I smiled as I stated to drift off into dream land...I hope...oh I hope...let me wake up again...

I awoke to a rude swishing of cold metal slamming into a door and a hard voice stating "You're lucky, boy. You got yourself a roomie this time 'round...haha...but don't get your hopes up. She'll die like all the others I'm sure" the last word spat so coldly, that it was just screaming that he wanted nothing more than to tare the life out of both of them...

A young looking blond/green haired boy shivered in a corner as I sat up, rubbing my hurting hea-...wait...my head was hurting?!

I snapped my hands to my head to have my mouth drop open in a unheard scream of pain. I couldn't talk...wtf I thought as I looked at the blood leaking down my wear out hands...wear out-...how did they get wear out? How did they get dirt and mud on them? And cuts...how did this happen?

I asked all of this to myself as I looked around the light green lit room.

A cell.

I could make that much out from the way the room was made so harshly with wear out black and sliver metal, along with blood spots where you could just tell men slammed their hands onto the walls to hold onto them as they got draped to a worse fiat than to root in a hell hold such as this...

I felt a odd feeling as I turned to see a cot. Well...if you could call it that, that is. It was nothing more than 4 rotten wood boards with no sheets and no pillow in sight. I then looked down at the floor where there was a drain, obvious that it was meant to piss in. No crapper...now that sucks. I shook the thought of pulling down my panties in front of open bars to take a piss, or a dump as I saw the thing had a luck on it to open and close it.

I looked to the side widows of the cell, not to the outside, but to the next. Covered in blood...I covered my mouth at the sight of 5 very small fingers and a palm striking over the widow...it had to be a small kids. No man, nor women, or teen could make that. Blood and kids always kicks that motherly alarm go off in the back of my head.

I span around a few times looking out the bars, my hands pressing to the cold steel as sweat, blood and spit ran threw my fingers. I 'ew'ed in my head, but didn't move my hands. As I was use to yucky things from being around my brothers so much...kinda. I peeked out to see the room was rather large and tall in height.

The wall coated in green dim lit lights and ever other light was a door to a cell, or that's what it looked liked to me. All of the cells, but the very top had blood, every other duty thing dripping from them.

My eyes then fell onto a table in the middle of the room.

'The pumping table!' I boomed in my own head.

I then looked a little ways down, where only a few inch in front of me there was a deep, black and endless hole...this was it. Jak2...or so much like it anyway, yet so much not like it. I couldn't think to much on it as I then jumped from a tap of my shoulder.

I wiped around to see the young hero his self 'Jak...' I thought to myself. His body wasn't wear down yet. And his eyes were still pure, like that of a young boy.

Then it hit me, like a cold slap of icy water to my face in the day light of morning...

'We're in the very 1st part of the game! He's going to go threw the DWP!'

TBC...

Momo: You didn't!

Abby: I so did!

Momo: Omg...omg...omg...omg...omg-!

Abby: You like it s-

Momo: I love it!

Heh! Looks like Momo is happy with it, but are you -Points up at you readers- I don't care really, so long as she's happy -Points to jumping Momo on her bed- but it would be nice to now you like my work...yes a lot like my other, but this is Momo's not mine. This is her stuff, my keys.
Just keep that in mind. And it's story line is nothing like mine. So I hope you like it, cus she sure as hell does -Points at Momo still jumping and calling out 'omg'z- X3