May we all enjoy this MST.

"Ding dong, ding dong, open the damn door, blasted resident!" the doorbell screamed.

"Where's the snooze button on that thing…" Percy dozed off. He had come back to his apartment two hours ago from a very loud party and dropped on his bed like a stone.

"Ding dong, resident, you really are a lazy dropout. You better thank your wife Annabeth for getting that package for you!"

"I'm not a lazy dropout, I'm just really, really tired…"

"Well good riddance! Even going to parties till 4:20 am! How irresponsible!" it huffed.

"Shut up, doorbell, just do your job and stay quiet until someone rings you!" Annabeth snarled. Sooner or later Percy would have to get rid of it. Well, if he could.

Percy and Annabeth bought this apartment a year ago, hoping for a cheap living space to enjoy life together. Someone offered them to rent this apartment room for an unbelievable price. Shortly after, they found out why. The obnoxious doorbell refused any attempts at uninstallation, breaking brand new tools and even shattering a hammerhead. Gods were called in to break the magical charm protecting the sentient doorbell but to no avail. There was no choice but to live with the ringer's comments every day.

"Okay, Annabeth, I'm up. What's the package?" Percy rubbed his eyes, getting rid of the crumbs the sandman left.

"I haven't checked yet. Let's open it up together," she smiled.

And so, like husband and wife, they cut open the large cardboard box with the blonde's knife to reveal ten books.

"Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters, Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse… They're all about you. Well, since we have nothing better to do, let's call up our friends and read it together," Annabeth said.

BANG

Suddenly, as sudden as a flashbang can get, a bright light enveloped the couple's vision. When the spots faded away, they were in, guess what, that throne room on Olympus.

"So, we hear you have books you'd like to read as a paahhhaaattayyyy…" Hades drawled on and on and on and on for the theory of eternity.

"Yes, my daughter, let's read. We've even transported your friends here," Athena gestured to a dazed Grover, Thalia, and... it.

"God damn, you bitches be like creeping the shit outta me," the floating doorbell with a halo and mini flapping angel wings complained.

"No! We're still haunted everywhere we go!" wailed Percy.

Athena's eyes turned a fiery red, quite contrasting from her stormy gray. Can't her eyes reflect a happy mood for once?

"I thought the doorbell was your friend. Treat it with respect, or else face my wrath," the wisdom goddess' eyes flared.

"Mhm bae, she be right for once. Now hurry up, ya tard, get to the first page!"

"Gods, you're all impatient. Fine, I'll begin," huffed Annabeth, "Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood..."


After at least 100 chapters of MST'ing the Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus series, enduring Percy's breakdowns on what he should've done to prevent the deaths and/or turnings of other campers, and other misadventures, there still was one big question.

"Rick Riordan managed to spy on us for the past six years without being detected and without our consent. He even managed to educate the world of the mist and the monsters that hide within it. Who is he? Friend, or foe?" Annabeth muttered.

"Best to not take any chances," Zeus boomed, "He's a breach to security. Even worse, he's a blasted mortal! Meeting adjourned, nobody speak of this reading to anyone!"

The next day, headlines were plastered with the mysterious circumstances of the death of New York Times bestseller, Rick Riordan. It is a mystery to this day.


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