Percy pops by on April Fools Day to spend the day with his friends Frank and Hazel, little does he know, Frank's having a bit of a problem.
Pairings: None. This is complete and utter crack. Run while you can.
A.N: It got me. It got me and it won't let go. I promise I'll write something that's not crack when this thing is over. Happy Mishapocalypse everyone.
Percy knocked on the door to the fifth cohort's barracks then slammed it open.
"Hey guys!" he yelled. Hazel gave him a concerned look and Frank was sitting on his bunk, facing the wall.
"Hazel, what's going on?" Percy asked.
Hazel gave him a sigh.
"All I know is what he told me yesterday," she said, "It has something to with some internet place called "tumblr"."
Tumblr, Percy had heard the name before. Oh yes, Annabeth loved to visit it on Dadalus's laptop. All he remembered was gay porn *shutters* and people that sassed his sassiness out of the water.
"Tumblr," he asked, "What does that have to do with it?"
"Last year," she said, "The people there decided that everyone was an actor called Misha Collins and started putting his head on things and started something called "The Mishapocalypse where everyone was Misha."
"Still not getting it," Percy admitted.
"I'm assumed that they're doing it again today," Hazel said.
"I don't see where you're going with this," Percy replied.
"Frank," Hazel said, "Frank can be anything, but somehow, everyone being Misha must have created a tear in the time-space continuum."
"And that means," Percy said.
"Frank is Misha," Hazel said weakly. Then Frank turned around, revealing a different face than his own. Percy didn't even know how to describe it. It certainly didn't look at home on Frank's body. It seemed emotionless, but most of all, the face was hot. Frank really was Misha Collins.
"Oh my gods," Percy said, "Whoever this Misha Collins guy is, he's really hot."
Then a young girl with curly auburn hair, a legacy of Venus popped her head into the barracks.
"Did someone say Misha Collins?" she asked. She saw Frank's face and squealed, "MISHA! GUY'S IT'S MISHA!"
A pack of girls peaked their heads into the barracks, "MISHA!" Frank's Misha face remained emotionless, but a scream escaped his lips, "I'M NOT MISHA!" He started to run out of the barracks followed by the pack of girls. Dakota opened his eyes to teenaged girls chasing a large Chinese Canadian son of Mars with a Misha Collins face.
"Will this all be over tomorrow?" asked Percy, "Will Frank be Misha anymore?"
"I think that it will be over," Hazel said, "But we'll always be Misha in our hearts."
"I think I had too much Kool-aid last night," Dakota said to no one in particular, "I'm going to bed."
And on that day, everyone was Misha, and there was peace.