Hi guys, so this is a really weird topic for me to tackle. I'm sure at one point in our Percy Jackson fanfiction lives, we've come across the ever so popular topic of the jerk half-brother of Percy Jackson, this son of Poseidon claimed to be the favoured descendant of the sea god, loved by Annabeth and obviously adored by everyone in camp. Much to our horror (and excitement. Let's be real, you guys love Dark Percy don't you), this sends Percy either to become a god or a demon from Tartarus, or a lame excuse for another girl to become Percy's "true love", mostly Thalia or Reyna or Artemis, or perhaps Piper.

As much as this is absolutely ridiculous and hilariously overused like Percy, Guardian Of The Hunt, I've been wondering: Where in the actual Hades are these sons of Poseidon coming from?

So to clear up all of those doubts: here's this new story I wrote on the spot to answer this age-old question.

Enjoy!

I would give an elaborate description of the events leading up to the actual one of importance, but to sum what had happened, here's what you should do. Think about every single story which involved a half-brother of Percy swooping in and "stealing his girl". Got it? Good. That's what happened. Since I would rather not bore you with yet another mundane and uncreative story in that regards, let's skip to the part where actual thoughts were perceived to write, and not blind and mindless copying from lack of creativity, shall we?

I stormed into my cabin and slammed the door behind me. He was there, lazing on the couch, his two feet propped up on the table where my stuff was, and he was eating a bag of Doritos. I wrinkled my nose at the stench, but was too fumed to care.

"Hi Jackson." He smirked, stuffing another handful of tortillas in his mouth. "What's up?'

"You stole my girlfriend, you bit-"

Wait, sorry, this isn't the part. You know it isn't when Percy says a vulgarity. That isn't canon, I'm pretty sure. I keep getting confused between actual canon Percy who's a nice guy and fanon dark percy who swears and gets jealous to the point of screaming, which is weird. It's like getting Tartarus and Olympus mixed up.

Anyways, I think I got it now.

I backed away quickly, my hands reaching for my pocket. I brought out Riptide as my eyes widened before the horror five feet away. One moment he was fine, next moment his eyes were bulging and...this happened.

Matt (gosh, even the name isn't creative)'s face started to change; it became less pudgy, more lean. His brown hair started to blacken and become more sleek. His clothes ripped like they were caught in a tornado, but was instantaneously replaced with a orange camp half blood t-shirt and jeans. He screamed like he was being bathed in the Styx.

"Is he some kind of monster?" I thought, too shocked to do anything. "What in Hades is going on?" I stood rooted to the ground, mind whirling. (as though Percy would be scared of this and not, like, find help or anything. But hey, I didn't write this part)

As his...transformation completed, I couldn't hold back a gasp at the new Matt.

It was me. Or at least, a copy. He had the same half-blood t-shirt, copied right down to that unremovable stain of gravy I got last Christmas, and the slight tear at the hem I got from fighting. His hair was just as messy as mine, and midnight black. His emerald eyes

(wait, no this is written by a terrible writer. I think this word suits better.)

His emerald orbs reflected mine, both just as wild and shocked.

Then, without warning, he leaped at me. I swung Riptide on instinct. The blade passed through him cleanly. Scarlet spurted.

He fell on the ground, bloodied. He was gasping for breath. Through my panic, I managed to shout, "Medic! Medic!", hoping the Apollo campers could hear.

Wait a minute, this is dark Percy. He can't be nice, especially not to the half-brother who swept Annabeth off her feet. You know what? No, we can't have that.

Through my panic, I knew he had but moments left. I wanted to say something, but he spoke first.

"You-Me-" He wheezed. Blood pooled at his chest, the same liquid that poured from his lips. "All-a-game. Go-now. Olympus."

Then he died. (Due to my terrible writing skills, this is all I can write. Sorry, the good writers in the community didn't have any death scenes regarding this guy since they stuck with canon. Actually, maybe they did, but I couldn't bother to look at other stories not revolving around dark angsty Percy. You think I make effort in my stories? LMAO)

I looked behind me. The door was rattling on its hinges. Someone, or some people, were pounding on it.

"Matt! What's going on? Open the door!" Brawn Brodsmith (Enter, the son of Ares who is new and is the president of the I-love-the-jerkysonofposeidon fan club. Of course, he hates Percy) shouted.

I heard other voices, aside from him. Other supporters of Matt, no doubt, but I also heard Annabeth and Chiron.

"Jackson! What did you do?"

"We heard screams! Did Percy hurt you?" The shrill feminine voice of Annabeth insert 5 lines of how her voice broke Percy's heart despite the situation that he's about to be put on trial for murder, but exclude how totally ridiculous that is

The slamming grew louder. The door would be breaking any second, and everyone was going to think I had murdered Matt out of jealousy. I had only one thought in my head. "I have to leave."

I shrunk Riptide and leaped into the ocean, determined to find out what was happening for real. The image of Matt and his last words were engraved into my mind.

"All a game."