Hello, all! It's me, Moongazer.
I have adopted this story from my friend Caramelight, because she had no inspiration and didn't want to continue it. She was about to delete it, but I offered to adopt the story, repost it and give her credit, then continue it and finish it.
So here we are! The first three chapters are the ones Lotus wrote.
Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO. If I did, then Bianca would never have died and Silena and Beckendorf would've survived at least until the impending war with the giants. And the story idea itself belongs to Caramelight. Except I came up with it first and she used the idea...so maybe not. I claim some rights too. XD But the first three chapters are hers entirely.
It was a normal evening at Camp Half Blood. Torches illuminated the demigod camp and the last of the campers were scampering into their cabins.
Cabin One
"Turn the friggin' lights off!"
"I am, jeez!"
The newbie shuffled towards the light switch, his pink bunny slippers scratching against the cabin's wood flooring.
"Hurry up!" the similar voice demanded, a lack of patience in his voice and small rumbles coming from the voice's bed.
His bunkmate grumbled. "Don't fry me again. Dad wouldn't be happy."
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying!" the newbie shrieked, his pink bunny slippers pounding harder and harder against the cabin floor, obvious that he could hear the impatience in the voice.
"Perpetrator!" someone accused, apparently annoyed that the young kid was being taken advantage of.
"What in the name of the gods does that mean?!" one of the campers called.
"Whatever it is, I sure as heck know that I am not one!" the voice pressed on.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well then prove that you aren't one!"
"How am I supposed to prove that I'm not one when I don't even know what one is?"
"Then how do you know that you aren't one?!"
"I just know!"
"How in the gods do you just "know" if you aren't smart enough to know what a perpetrator is?!"
"You're a little rat!"
"You mean a rodent that resembles a large mouse, typically having a pointed snout and a long, sparsely haired tail and some kinds have become cosmopolitan and are sometimes responsible for transmitting diseases? That kind of rat?"
The tension broke.
Pillows were flung, and campers were forced under their beds for safety. Screams and cries pierced the air whilst the main armies fought, their pajamas their only protection.
"BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORKKK. COME'ON SHOW THEM WHAT YOU'RE WORTH. MAKE 'EM GO UP UP UP. "TILL THEY SHOOT ACROSS THE SKY-Y-YYYYYY."
The fighting ceased and all eyes were on the half-naked figure coming out of the bathroom, singing in an extremely ear-shattering and out-of-tune voice.
His singing wavered and his gaze cowered down as he sensed the violence in the air.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY." He screamed, running out of the cabin, his towel dragging behind him.
The cabin mates snickered.
"LAMEEEEEEE." They chorused and began fighting again.
"You little fool!"
"Idiot, blockhead, dunce, dolt, ignoramus, imbecile, cretin, dullard, simpleton, moron, clod, nitwit, halfwit, dope, ninny, nincompoop, chump, dimwit, dingbat, dipstick, goober, coot, goon, dumbo, dummy, ditz, dumdum, fathead, numbskull, numbnuts, dunderhead, thickhead, airhead, flake, lamebrain, zombie, nerd, peabrain, birdbrain, jughead, jerk, donkey, twit, goat, dork, twerp, schmuck, bozo, boob, turkey, schlep, chowderhead, dumbhead, goofball, goof, goofus, galoot, lummox, klutz, putz, schlemiel, sap, meatball, dumb cluck." The boy recited, out of breath.
"ARGHHHHHHHH. That's it!" he yelled.
"What's 'it'?" the boy taunted, slightly smirking.
The door swung open.
"Everyone stop!" the head counselor shouted, his voice shattering the air. The campers hesitated, but one last fluffy pillow flew through the air and landed on the counselor's head.
"Who threw-" he was stopped by one of the campers, who threw himself at the counselor and they both fell helplessly to the ground.
"PIG PILE!" the camper shouted.
Everyone jumped and collapsed on the now limp counselor.
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