CHARActers don't belong to me. Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus belong to Rick Riordan. Undertale belongs to Toby Fox. I own only my OCs and the plot.
"Mom I'm home!" A raven haired boy with sea green eyes, commonly known as Percy Jackson shouted while grabbing the doorknob and opening the door to his apartment. Percy then headed to the kitchen, where his mom normally was, making blue food for him. He smelled something burning, but he didn't think much about it. It was probably the cookies being forgotten in the stove again. He stepped into the kitchen and he was shocked. The burned corpses of his mom and his stepfather Paul were lying on the floor of the kitchen, the stove still alight with fire. He was just going tell his mom he was alright and didn't get killed after 8 months of disappearing. He went out to the living room, scrambled around and found his mom's phone. He choked in a sob as he dialed the police's number and informed them that his parents had been killed from a fire. About 10 minutes later, the police arrived and they questioned him with questions like:
"What are their relationships with you?"
"Do you have any known relatives?"
"When did you discover their corpses?"
"Where were you before coming home?"
Most of these questions were just too painful to answer. Since he didn't have mortal relatives he knew of, he would probably have to go to an orphanage. After the police left, he went to the bathroom with a flashlight in his hands, and made a rainbow. He then pulled out a golden drachma, currency of the gods and threw it into the rainbow.
"O Fleecy, do me a solid, and show me Annabeth Chase, at Camp Half Blood."
The rainbow shimmered and changed into a beautiful blonde girl with gray eyes, who was reading a book of architecture in Greek, Annabeth.
"Seaweed Brain, what happened?" Annabeth asked with a playful grin.
Percy shook his head. "My mom and Paul got killed by a fire," He looked down darkly, "but I highly suspect it isn't an 'accident' like the police said."
Annabeth's grin quickly disappeared. "Then who are you going to live with?"
"Probably in an orphanage until someone adopts me." Percy replied.
Annabeth looked at him and said, "Remember, you always will have a place in Camp. You can come and be a year round camper if you want, Percy."
"No, I don't want to be a burden to them and to Chiron." Percy said.
"Percy-" Annabeth started to say but it was already too late. Percy had already wiped out the connection with his hand.
"Ma'am, we have found a seventeen year old orphan. Would you accept him?" The police officer asked, with Percy beside him.
"Of course sir," The owner of Well Orphanage, Mrs. Ash said, "we accept kids and teens from the age 1-18!"
"Okay then,"The officer said, pushing Percy forward. "this kid is with you now, then."
Later, the officer went away and left Mrs. Ash and him alone.
"You would probably be sharing a room with Jonathan.. What's your name again, kiddo?" Mrs. Ash asked.
"Percy Jackson." Percy replied.
They reached a small room, opened the door, and found a little brown haired boy about nine years old sitting on the floor.
"Jonathan!" The little boy, Jonathan looked at her with a smile on his face when he heard his name,"This young man," Mrs. Ash began, gesturing her hand to Percy, "will be your roommate until either you or him gets adopted." Then she left the room, leaving him with Jonathan.
"Hi! I'm Jonathan as you already know, and you can call me Jon too! What's your name?" Jonathan said rapidly without catching his breath.
"My name is Percy. Nice to meet you, Jon."
Jon smiled. "I have a feeling we're going to be good friends."