Hello people of the world! I finished reading Percy Jackson a year ago, so things might not be that accurate, but I try... believe me. If you don't, that's okay too. So... yeah. LETS DO THIS!

"Sooo I've had an idea."

"Uh, are you gonna tell us any more than that?"

"Duh,"

"And…?"

"You know what I'm talking 'bout."

"Um… no,"

"C'mon Annabeth! You can do better than that!"

"Fine, how many words is in it?"

"Four,"

"What do they start with?"

"T-D-K-P."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, I know it!"

"Yeah?"

"Truth, Dare, Kiss, or Promise!"

"Finally! Seriously bro, I thought you'd forget."

"But we can't do it with just the three of us."

"Wow, catching on so fast. Yeah, I brought the others over."

"What?"

"Come on, I'll show you." A cropped brown haired satyr bounded off towards the cabins.

"Uh… we should follow,"

"Yep, lets go, Seaweed Brain," The pair dashed off towards where they're close half goat, half human friend was standing. Sprinting through dirt and mud, patches of grass, and, of course, demigods, Annabeth and Percy raced off.

"Okay, is it alright if we borrow your cabin for a sec?" The satyr turned to face Percy, tapping his hoof impatiently.

"Sure… uh what are you-" He started, shortly cut off by Grover promptly swinging the Poseidon cabin door open.

The daughter of Athena turned to stare into Percy's green eyes,

"Lets go," Then she swung her hand to the back of his orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, gripped the collar, and dragged him into his "home".

Once they had entered, they found eight teens sitting around in a circle in the middle of the messy cabin.

"Leo? And Hazel and Frank? Nico, Reyna? Piper and Jason? What are you guys-oh,"

"Yeah, time for a flashback!" A black haired kid stood up and started clapping excitedly.

"Oh sit down, Leo!" Piper shoved his greasy head back down towards the floor.

Flashback

"So when I press this button, you'll come?" Grover, a little younger looking, asked.

"Well, it'll send me waves that'll inform me to teleport whoever I want over to Camp Half-Blood." Leo responded, running his hand through his uncombed, messy hair.

"Uh, sure man. I'll be pressing this thing pretty soon then,"

End Flashback

"Wow, just-just no." Annabeth shook her head, then scooched her way into the circle, Percy following shortly.

"Everyone here? Everybody know what we're doin?" Leo asked nonchalantly.

"No," Frank exclaimed, rolling over on the ground, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOO!"

"TDKP! Geez, calm down," Leo shouted over Frank's whines.

"Oh, okay,"

"Anybody have a bottle! Anybody, anybody, anybody! Going once, going twice-"

"I have one!" Grover pulled out a dented soda bottle.

"Sold! To the young… goat thing."

"It's a satyr!"

"Sure, sure, whatever." Leo grabbed the bottle and placed it on the ground.

"So," He clapped, "I'll spin it first."

The son of Hephaestus placed his middle finger behind his thumb, gritted his teeth, then gave the cap a loud, satisfying spin. Round and round, everybody's eyes were glued on the bottle, except for Piper, Annabeth, Reyna, Percy, Grover, Leo, Frank, Jason, and Nico, who were all playing patty cake.

Soon the bottle began to lose speed, slowing down, scraping the ground until it came to a complete stop. Everybody ended their songs and stared at the bottle. It wobbled a bit, seeming to decide who it's first victim would be. Eventually, it halted it's spinning. Nine faces were smiling and one was held in defeat. The cap end pointed directly at….

CLIFFHANGER! What happens? Who is the first victim? Check out my profile to vote on the poll: Who should the bottle end in my story: Truth, dare, Promise, or Kiss? I won't promise I'll choose the character with the most votes, but I'll consider the suggestions.