The Magnificent Stories

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

I'm just gonna post the stuff I'm writing here, any feedback would be appreciated!

This is the link to what I'm working on right now, and I'll post chapters here as they're completed.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oT9EtHs4oPvcmdxRWFg417FRXO-_wPhIN3m7hSL0ws0/edit?usp=sharing

Prolouge (Pt. 1)

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Soorak watched as his daughter was taken away. Three High Weavers had bound her up with blue yarn, the colored material responding to the commands of the well-dressed rulers, and roughly escorted her out of the arena. Soorak stood in silence, mind conflicted. She was a frayed string, he told himself reassuringly. We’ll all be better without her. Why, then, did he feel so empty?

He had watched, alone, for his wife was sick, as three children stood in front of Grand Weaver Noor, a sniveling, hook-nosed man who only really cared about the grain in his own pocket. Three children, all aged six, all with the same birthday, all of whom were ready for the test at the same time. That on its own was unusual. Add that to the fact that the two moons, Toorsin and Leetah, were eclipsing tonight, and you had an event that attracted the large crowd of three thousand that was now walking single file out of the large arena.

The arena had been created by an elderly High Weaver. Using the rest of his health, he had Weaved a final gift for the people of Striinghen. The massive structure had built itself up, knitting together from the yarn that made up the ground on the entire planet. Of course, the floor in the arena was lower than the rest of the city, thanks to Weaving out enough string to build it.

A pang of sadness filled Soorak’s body. No. He would not cry. That, of course, would be a sign of weakness. Soorak didn’t like being seen as weak. However, as he joined the line that was crossing the soft yarn floor, he cursed. 

Why did it have to be Soorin? Why couldn’t it have been one of the other two? Taarnkak, the lucky child, was proven to be a High Weaver, one who would knit the ground itself into structures for the people. Soorak would have even preferred Soorin end up with the fate of Tliingtin, who would be a lowly Dumper for all of his life, delivering excess yarn to Weavers who could use it for benefiting the human race. Yes, even a life of servitude would be better than what Soorin was given.

She was a Cutter. One of the people who had destroyed the last world, and who would destroy this world as well. It was only a matter of time. The Grand Weavers had taught this. Yes, Soorak thought. It was better to have a creature of destruction like Soorin thrown out, rather than be raised, hidden and useless, in a home of law abiding citizens like Soorak and his wife, Teerin.

Yes, he thought. Maybe this will be a good thing after all. That pang of sadness still remained inside, but it was now walled off, ignored. 

He pasted a smile on his face, and walked briskly out the building. 

 

Prolouge (Pt. 2)

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Unbeknownst to Soorak, the High Weavers, or any of the spectators, Soorin wouldn’t be thrown out into the frays like many Cutter children had been. Three shadowy figures stood waiting, backs pressed against the soft wall of the arena. Soorin was escorted out of the building, the two guards (Soakers, easily identifiable from the blue yarn wrapped around their wrists), pushing her forward.

Jek gritted his teeth. How dare they treat the Chosen One like that? He still couldn’t believe the prophecy had come true. Sure, the Cutter Council had been talking about “A Chosen One, One in Three, When Two Moons become One” for the entire 23 years he’d spent hiding in the Tears, but he thought it more fanciful thinking then anything. However, that thinking had felt a lot less fanciful as Jek had watched the moons eclipsed, as he had watched Soorin be identified as a Cutter by Grand Weaver Noor. 

Jek now had faith, which was something he’d been lacking ever since he was a young boy. Back then, he was still known as Toorjek. He’d chosen, like most Cutters, to shed his name’s prefix when he was cast out. It had been a hard life, growing up on the frays, not knowing whether his next step would be his last. Then, a glimmer of hope. Jem, leader of the Cutter Council, had rescued him and a few other young outcasts to join the rebellion. He smiled faintly at that thought of his deceased mentor. I’m doing your work, he thought. Speaking of, back to the task at hand.

He and his team, made up of two other Cutters, Jay and Ved, waited and watched, letting the Soakers advance ahead of them. At Jek’s signal, Ved Cut a narrow passageway into the ground. The yarn shimmered a little, and then disappeared completely, broken down into atoms in less than a second. Jek hopped into the hole that was formed, hearing two soft thumps as Jay and Ved fell in beside him. Jek started Cutting the passageway forward, being careful to remove only yarn in front and below him, leaving a thin layer of strings above him. Eventually, they Cut to a place where they were right below the Soakers.

Jek was wary. He knew that if he made a single sound, the Soakers would activate their powers, and he did not fancy a swim today. The plan was simple. Cut the ground right below the child so she fell down, and then escape to the Rebellion’s Tear. Okay, maybe it was a little too simple. He still didn’t quite have an escape plan figured out. 

Jek positioned himself right below the girl, barely able to see her through the blue yarn that made up the ceiling of the tunnel. As he signaled to Ved to cut the top of the passageway so he could catch her, he noticed the man looked anxious, with his face scrunched up. Wait. Jek thought. That’s not just anxiety. Jek rushed toward Ved, trying to cover the man’s mouth. He was too slow, however, to stop the sneeze from escaping Ved.

The ceiling immediately started dripping.

“They’ve noticed us!” Jay yelled. “We need to save the Chosen One now!” Jay cut the ceiling, and the girl fell through. Jek was lucky for all the training he had done with Jem, as without it he might not have had a fast enough reaction time to lunge out and grab Soorin. He held her in his arms as he began to retreat back down the tunnel.

The roof of the tunnel wasn’t just dripping now. The blue yarn was being turned into water, faster and faster, and it felt like a large rain storm was forming above the rebels. Jek broke into a sprint, Jay and Ved following him, racing down the corridor. The water progressed from a large rain into a torrential downpour, and a wave formed behind them as they ran. 

Jek increased his speed from a jog into a full-on sprint, and still the water came crashing down behind them. He felt the heel of his knitted boot become soaked, and at a glance behind him, he saw Ved and Jay struggling through the water, which had reached knee height for them.

Jay met Jek’s eyes. Jek, feeling a jolt of despair, nodded. Gesturing to Ved, Jay turned around and began Cutting the water behind them, removing large chunks of it to stop the waves from going as fast. It would still be close, but Jek could actually make it out with the girl now. Jek, still sprinting, took a moment to grieve, and then kept pushing forward. He didn’t look back as his friends drowned in the tunnel, the power of the Soakers overcoming their Cutting. He couldn’t look back. This “Chosen One” better be worth it, Jek thought.

 

Chapter 1 (12 years later)

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Chapter One

 

Tliingtin walked across a plain of blue. Nothing but that endless color stretched for miles around, nothing except the Weaved building he was slowly approaching. On his back was a pack, knit from that same royal blue, filled with yarn. This yarn, however, was not blue. It was yellow, remnants from a frayed house that Tliingtin had collected to take to the Harvesters. They would turn this brightly colored yarn into grain, grain that he could use to feed himself and his mother, Saantin. So he walked.

As he hiked across the dreary plain, feet almost bouncing off of the soft ground, he nodded to others around him. These too, were Dumpers, declared as such at the Testing ceremony. How Tliingtin wished he could have a greater talent. Maybe not Weaving, as that sounded like too much work for him, but something to do like the knitters who made clothes, knitting together frayed yarn into something for people to wear. Of course, Tliingtin was wearing all blue, the color of his city, Felstraang. 

Blue was the cheapest color available at Felstrang, as it was the hue his entire city had been weaved out of. If he lived in another city, maybe he would be able to wear green, or yellow- he doubted he would ever have enough money to wear red, as the red quadrant of the world was the smallest of the floor. Besides, it was too dangerous. Who would want to risk wearing something that could spontaneously burst into flames at the thought of a Blazer?

Tliingtin tramped onward.

A man started walking towards Tliingtin, wearing green shorts, a blue shirt, and, strangely, a red cloak, which was covering up a yellow backpack.

“Ho, traveler!” the man called to Tliingtin, his deep voice booming loud over the empty plain. A few Dumpers traveling nearby raised their heads up from their misery, interested in something, anything, to interrupt the monotony of their dull lives. “Ho!” The man repeated again, louder this time.

Annoyed, Tliingtin turned his head up, looking the traveler in the eyes. The man was grizzled, a large brown beard covering almost his entire face. His hazel eyes, however, twinkled under his crimson coat. Tliingtin was entranced.

“Ho!” Tliingtin responded. “What brings a traveler like you out to these parts?” He was genuinely interested.
The strange man responded jovially. “Ha! What makes you think I’m a traveler? Maybe I’m but a rich man, or one who steals from rich men!”

For a second, the man’s face took a darker shade, and Tliingtin swore that he could be such a fiend- the moment, however passed quickly, and the traveler introduced himself, the twinkle in his eye returning. “My name is Jaaktor, and you are correct. I am indeed a traveler, and I am also a collector!”

Tliingtin, still curious, asked the first question that came to his mind, “A collector of what? Colors? Stories?”

“People, my dear boy, people!” Jaaktor responded happily. “Every person I add to my collection gives me a little bit more power. In fact, I’m here to collect you!”

Tliingtin backed away from the traveler. The dark cast had returned to his face. Tliingtin felt a jolt of fear fill his body. Could this strange man be a brand of Weaver, sent to collect him and throw him out for some unknown crime?

“Collect me for what?” Tliingtin asked nervously, the stutter from his childhood returning despite his best efforts.

“For the people who want to fight back.” The man stared him dead in the eyes. “You seem like you are the type who would want to fight, who craves it.”

Jaaktor turned away. “But those are just the ramblings of a very old man.” He turned and began walking away.

Tliingtin felt an ember begin to grow inside of him. “And what if I do want to fight?” He found himself asking.

“Then you will fight in vain,” Jaaktor said, hanging his head and walking away.

Tliingtin kept walking, but as he walked, he put his head up just a little higher. Thoughts filled his usually empty brain like water filling his knitted cup. He tried to banish them, to say it was worthless, but what if it wasn’t? What if just a few people trying, really trying, could make this world a more equal place. How was it fair that he was stuck in menial labor, just because he wasn’t special? 

He knew he should probably stop thinking about this. Rumors in his neighborhood whispered of High Weavers being able to read minds. He decided instead to focus on his walk. Right, left, right, left, right left right… Why did he always walk? He could get his work done faster, get more free time, if he ran! Letting out a whoop of joy that made all the other Dumpers turn towards him in confusion, he took off at a fast speed. Right left right left right left! Tliingtin sprinted across the azure ground, feeling more alive then he’d felt in months. No, years. He tried to keep his pace fast, but he had to reluctantly slow down at a pain in his side.

Back to walking again, tromping across the plains of navy yarn. Tliingtin had hoped that his run would inspire other Dumpers into joining him, to get them to recognize the little joy in their lives. He should have known better. Soon after he had started running, they solitary walkers just looked down again, shouldering their heavy weight with no emotion whatsoever.

The pain in his chest had gone away by now, and he geared up for another sprint. Right before he took off, however, he saw the man with the red cloak shoot him a warm, knowing smile, and turn away, a scarlet dot against a sapphire landscape.

 

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

I'm just gonna drop this with no context.

Spoiler

Narrator 1 was sitting in his normal house in Runawayville. He was feeling a bit tired as he worked on his story, and went to go get himself a cup of hot cocoa. Unfortunately, a man with wild hair and monocles was taking forever admiring the hot cocoa machine as a man in black and orange combat gear watched him. So instead, Narrator 1 went to get coffee. This- was a mistake. He walked down to Ye Olde Coffee Shop, run by Narrator 8. Narrator 1 rang the bell, then walked inside, the shop was, like usual, filled with odd knickknacks such as pez dispensers and human hearts. He walked towards the cashier. Narrator 8 had already prepared a coffee, ready to order Decaf, no sugar, mocha with a hint of peppermint, just as Narrator 1 liked. Narrator 8 turned toward him, wearing a coffee stained apron. He said not a word, collected the money Narrator 1 offered him, and tersely handed him his coffee. Narrator 1 moved the coffee to his moth and drank it. The coffee didn’t go straight down his throat, however. Rather, it halted, and started bubbling. Narrator 1 chocked on the coffee and spat it on the floo, which seeped into the tiling. The coffee formed a figure, roughly feminine in shape, and then jumped back into Narrator 1’s throat. His screams were cut off by the coffey inside his throat. He stumbled around the cafe, gasping for air. Narrator 8 stared at him with a cold stare as he struggled to hack up the coffee. Narrator 1’s moth tried to help him, but it, too, got corrupted by Coffee. Finally, Narrator 1 lay silent.

 

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

Yet another no context drop. Be free to theorize what this is about if ya want. 

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Jak (the Jaker)

One day, Jak was walking down a road. He tripped on a rock. The rock said “Hey, why’d you trip me?” Jak made a very offensive rock noise. The rock said “you kiss your mother with that mouth? “Why would I kiss my mother? Jak responded. “Ew.” Then Gary the pigeon dropped his package on Rock. Rock screamed in pain as he was shredded into pieces by the chainsaw that Gary dropped “AVENGE M-” he screamed as he died a painful death. Jak was confused. 

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as Gary died, Jak cried out in sadness, “HE WAS MY ONLY FRIEND! HE KILLED THE ROCK THAT WAS BEING MEAN TO ME!” 

 

Jak was stuck under these mattresses and narrator 2 decided to try sleeping on them. He didn’t get any sleep though, as Jak was kicking and screaming under the mattresses.

 

Jak was saved, but he would never be mentally sane again. He began cackling, and painted a smile on his face, and then immediately went home and decided to wait until an important plot point to return again.

 

Jak, still at his house waiting for a plot point, decided that he would now be called “The Jaker” because Jak has no sense of originality at all.

 

The Jaker arrived. The Jaker scared Narrator 5 so he took off back down the street. The Jaker started crying. “I just wanted friends!” He said. Narrator 5 couldn’t hear him. The Jaker went back home, his happy makeup messed up by his tears.

 

 

Anvil moved out of his apartment, knocking on his neighbor’s door in the town of Shower. “Jak? You in there? I need your rent money!” The Jaker replied “no”.

 

The Jaker comes back and kills all of the presidential candidates, except Optimus Prime, who he became great friends with. The Jaker sees a rock and starts crying hysterically. Optimus Prime comforts him. “There, there,” he says, his giant hand hitting the Jaker on the back. If not for his plot armor, Jaker would have died.

 

-The Jaker and Optimus Prime are met by Narrator 5 and Soap, and they are informed about w1sh. They, in turn, are joined by Dad. They realize that Narrator 1 had also been rambling something about w1sh and an evil force named Coffee. Suddenly, Narrator 1 arrives at the scene. About him is a dark and murky aura, as if he was pissed about someone spilling coffee on him. He was wearing a stained white shirt/dress. They soon realize that Narrator 1 has been corrupted by Coffee to protect w1sh so that Coffee can resurrect an ultimate evil. At that moment, Police comes up from the sewer cap below Narrator 1, knocking him over. “Hey, guys, he said,” he said.

 

Meanwhile, back in the present day, Narrator 1, his moth, Narrator 8, and a familiar looking pigeon. Were all covered in coffee, and facing down Narrator 5, Police, Optimus Prime, Soap, Dad, and the Jaker. 

“Gary???” The Jaker screamed. “You were supposed to be dead!” 

Gary, now also tainted with coffee, spoke in a rasping voice. “Gary is dead!” He exclaimed. “But who do you think sent him to deliver the chainsaw in the first place?

“I’m gonna kill all of you! The Jaker said, roaring. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that!” Not Gary responded.

Then Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail's black knight, and Benito Mussolini and the Blue Meanie, and Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie, Robocop, The Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader, Lo-pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger, Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan, Spock, The Rock, Doc Oc, and Hulk Hogan all came out of nowhere lightning fast.

 

The Jaker tried to get close to Narrators 1 and 8 but the massive army of coffee covered characters moved in front of them. Both Gandalfs, in sync, hit their staffs on the ground and cried “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” 

Just at that moment, a tsunami of coffee came rushing from behind. The Jaker, Gary, Narrator 5, Rayman and Narrator 2 (who came from their wedding in outer space), and Optimus Prime ran past the still Narrators 1 and 8. The coffee flood quickly swallowed up the army, and began to catch up to the group.

Suddenly, in front of them appeared something in the shape of a small girl, with skin that was colored a metallic silver. Everything turned into whiteness, and then they were all safe from Coffee, sitting in a white void. Mysterious Figure appeared before them. Many of them recognized her to be the same mysterious figure from before, but Jak didn’t. They spoke calmly, and yet with a threatening tone. They said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t introduce you before. This is Narrator 0.” A small figure revealed itself from the void. The child was barely 4 feet tall and looked to be about 7. Still, she was scribbling away at a little notebook. 

-Skipping the lore-  

The child continued to scribble in their notebook. “Wha’tcha writing?” The Jaker asked, smiling. Narrator 0 responded, “I miss him.” Jaker looked into the notebook and was surprised to see his own name written in it. The notebook read “Jaker looked into the notebook and was surprised to see his own name written in it.” It was written in red pencil. 

But it wasn’t the Jaker. Narrator 0 had written Jak. The Jaker realized something. All along, he had just needed to be himself, to let go of his hatred. He wiped the smile off of his face.

Jaker became Jak again, just as Optimus Prime decided to turn evil. As Optimus Prime moved to attack him, Jak obliviously noticed Narrator 0 turn to a certain page in their notebook. It read “All references to Gotham were removed because of Warner Bros Copyright Committee” Jak didn’t have time to ponder it though, as Optimus launched him into outer YesSpace.

Jak is in YesSpace, enjoying a cup of Not Coffee.

 

As Optimus Prime dies to Price’s quick time events, Jak, watching from the outside of YesSpace, sheds a single tear, which falls into his hot coffee. His now tear-mixed Not Coffee is angry, and attacks Jak. Jak gets launched back into inner YesSpace, landing on Shampoo and getting a much needed hair wash. Body Wash comes from NoSpace and Jak takes a bath using dogs made of soap. Jak uses nowater and the help of the cleansing canines to take a successful bath. The Not Coffee stands in awe. 

“That’s it!” Narrator 5 yells. “We need to clean Coffee!” 

“But how do we get to her?” Narrator 2 asked, robotically synthesizing his voice. 

“I have a plan!” Chimed in Optimus Prime. “We have to use MaybeCoffee!” 

“That’s not gonna help us get through the army of copyrighted characters.” Jak replied. He thought for a second. “But I know what will!” Jak began making calls to every major corporation. “Hello? Yes, I would like to report misuse of your characters.” Jak announced.

Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White, Robocop, The Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader, Superman, every single Power Ranger, Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan, Spock, and Doc Oc were removed from this reality and sent to the Copyright Vault. 

 

“Here’s the plan,” Narrator 5 explained. For Jak’s part in the plan, Narrator 1 and 8 would be on guard of the security room, so Shampoo, Body Wash, and Jak would sneak past into the security room and disable the cameras.

 

Rayman and Narrator 2 landed in the city of Shower, falling out of YesSpace. “COFFEEEEEEE” a bartender yelled. “GET YOUR FRESH COFFEE!” 

“Wait, what kind of coffee?” Asked Rayman. “NotCoffee, Coffee, or NotCoffee? Or coffee coffee?”

The bartender looked confused. “It’s just coffee, my man. Hard black coffee.” 

“Why not soft black coffee?”
“Because here, we’re always hard.” The bartender replied. “My name’s Joe, but I would rather not have a cup of the stuff. How you doing?”

“Whoa there, you saucy fellow, I”m Jak, former Jaker.” 

“Do you want coffee or not?”

Of course, it wasn’t actually Jak as he was on a different mission. This was Narrator 2, using his robot body to cast a hologram to make him look like Jak.

“Jak, you say?” Joe asked. “One moment please.” He retreated to the back of the coffee shop. 

 

Meanwhile, back in the coffee shop, a wave of coffee flew out of the back, forming a girl. “Finally!” She said. “Jak, aka the Jaker. The main character is here- and he shall become mine!” She sent her coffee towards him, unto his mouth. Rayman blocked it, however. “Run, my love!” He shouted to Narrator 2. “Save us all!” And then Rayman fell. 

And Rayman rose again. He followed Coffee as they chased Narrator 2, still disguised as Jak, down the streets of Shower. Coffee and Rayman ran on the top of the buildings, making sure to avoid the clean, soapy river that ran through the city. As the plan was proceeding (somewhat) smoothly, Narrator 2 sent the signal to Jak and the Cleansing Canines to begin sneaking into the security room.

 

Jak, having received the signal, crawled into the vents behind the Cleansing Canines. The smell of soap filled the air, and he realized that maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to bring dogs made out of soap into the ventilation shafts. Well, too late now. The dogs began to slip and slide through the vents, soap collided into shampoo.

 

Jak heard the screams of what he thought was Dad echo through the shafts. “Coffee’s attacking! Quick, soap harder! We can wash her away!” He went on to the security room, turning off the cameras.

“It is time to Body Wash.” The dog said in a refined accent as he burst through the vents, alerting Narrators 1 and 8.

Jak ran out of the tunnel, escaping into the faucet.

Coffee stopped chasing Narrator 2 in Shower, thinking that Rayman’s pronunciation of love made it so that Narrator 2 was not Jak. Coffee spilled into the Faucet, creating a wave headed up by a girl made entirely out of brown liquid. Jak just stood there, letting the coffee wash over him. Coffee pulled back, realizing she wasn’t affecting him. “But- but how?” she asked. 

“I’m not Jack. Narrator 2 replied. As he said this, the real Jak, who was actually in Shower, was shoving a sword down Rayman’s throat. Coffee screamed in agony realizing she had been tricked.

“Not the triple trecker double decker cross!” Coffee cried.

 

Meanwhile, in Shower, a person walked to the top of the building that Jak had killed Rayman on. “There you are, Jak!” Anvil said. “Now where the *$#% is my rent?” 

“You’ll get your rent when you fix this damn door!” Jak hurled a door that seemed to appear from nowhere at Anvil. He caught it, and for the first time Jak noticed the coffee stains on his dark clothing. “Hello, Jak.” Coffee said through Anvil.

 

Jak fought for his life.

Anvil shot three buildings at Jak, and he hit a perfectly timed quick time event to jump out of the way. The fight was especially difficult considering he didn’t entirely understand his enemy. Coffee infused another 3 buildings with a coffee, and launched them at Jak. He messed up the quick time event, and a building hit his leg. He felt the coffee start ascending his body, trying to get close to his face. 

Thinking quickly he fought for an idea, but his struggling was futile. Soon, Jak was taken over completely by Coffee. Coffee maniacally laughed. “I HAVE WON!” 

Completely encompassed by Coffee, an idea finally struck, but he would need some serious luck for it to work.

Slowly, the coffee corrupted Jak, seeping from hist throat into his blood and his heart. He could feel it. He felt powerful. But not the good kind of powerful. He wanted to corrupt, to possess, to destroy. Deep within that darkness, however, he felt a spark. A spark of hope. A spark of good. He knew he had to fight it. 

Jak started slowly moving. His lungs screaming, he broke free from about 13% of coffee. It was like ooblek. It wouldn’t let him move if he was fast.

 

An unconscious Jak floating on his back washed into Yew Nork city. Before Steve died, he saw Jak. Steve threw a sponge at him, and Jak had some of the coffee sponged out of him.  He washed up on top of a nearby building. Unfortunately, the sponge wasn’t enough. Coffee began taking over him again. This time, he was ready. He fought and fought, coughed and coughed, struggled and struggled until he swallowed. He had become immune to the coffee. It tasted pretty good actually. Maybe it tasted… too good? 

He realized it wasn’t coffee that he had swallowed. Every ounce of coffee he touched turned into hot chocolate! Jak realized this was due to his plot armor. The purifying taste of hot cocoa felt warm in his stomach, no evil caffeine to pollute his systems. He felt power, although this time, it was the good kind of power. He jumped into the flood of steaming hot coffee, which first turned into hot chocolate, and then evaporated around him. He slowly walked against the disintegrating coffee hurricane, determined to get back to Shower. 

Jak opened up the spot of coffee where Steve lay corrupt, and then reached out and grabbed his hand. All of the coffee inside Steve turned to hot chocolate vapor. 

Soon, everyone had gathered at Shower. Narrator 3 and 5 had returned with 13, to everyone’s surprise. Dad had fended off Gary long enough to escape to the surface.  Jak and Steve made the long journey back. Everyone corrupted by Coffee stood by their side, as well as Rock. Coffee had started to turn hard and stale, seemingly turning to stone. 

“I GIVE YOU… MY FRIENDSHIP!!!” Jak cried, and something seemed to leave him and enter into Coffee. Coffee turned from a harsh, dark figure into a lighter brown. She was now Cocoa.

Spreading through all the land, the coffee became cocoa, and then evaporated. The battle was over, at least for the foreseeable future. 

Jak returned home, but this time he wasn’t alone. He was completely surrounded by all of his friends, including his new girlfriend, Cocoa. (I guess he’s into that). His main charactering was done, at least for now.