So ummmm, I really don't know how to starting this off, hello! Welcome to Happy Maguire, Son of Hades! Yes it's a dreaded Self Insert, I don't care. If you wanna stick around then I hope you enjoy!
-Line Break-I really didn't know what was worse, me dying or the endless void that came after. I mean, you don't expect to die from the one time you don't look before crossing the street. It was hilarious! I wanted to laugh, but you know, endless and suffocating void and stuff.
I don't know how long it was before suddenly a bright and burning light filled my vision, making me cry out. But the strongest thing was that I sounded like a baby, more than usual actually. I heard some muffled voices but I couldn't really concentrate that much since that damn light was still blinding me, but I could make out.
"It's a boy."
"Oh...he's so small..."
"He should be healthy ma'am..."
"Good..."
The voices slowly started to fade and my vision grew dark, making me feel sleepy and soon, I was out.
-Line Break-About five years after my "rebirth" I was having a weird life so far. My mother was pretty nice, though she would get very secretive about my father, giving me the same stuff you would hear when a father is out of your life. I assumed he was dead or just ghosted when I was born, from what my mother said about him I sorta hoped it was the latter, I hate seeing her sad.
Anyways I still haven't figured out why I was "reborn", maybe it was what happened when people died, which would've been hilarious to me since I was an atheist in my old life, what with all the nutjobs who used Christianity for a reason to hate on everything normal in society.
I'm getting off topic here, sorry, back to my rebirth and such. I think I might be in another universe, or something like that, as I have seen evidence of me being in another universe as I said before.
First was the weird feelings of me being watched, just waiting for me to make a wrong move, Second was my weird case of ADHD and Dyslexia, Third was when I was around dead stuff, I could sense it, like I knew that there was death around me, it was really weird, and Fourth was my weird ability to sense important and expensive metals, for which I promptly abused the hell of this, getting my mom enough money to make sure we lived a poverty-free life.
Onto me, I was a small guy before in my old life, being almost 5'4 when I died, and apparently that carried over heavily to me. I was small for my current age, with most of the kids in my first grade class being taller than me. I don't know if it was some cruel joke someone was pulling on me or what but it was annoying being teased by everyone for it. My mother was an Irish-American woman for which I inherited her fiery red hair and freckles, but I got my dark grey eyes and pale skin from my father, which I found weird of course, people don't have that eye color naturally.
I now feel dumb as a pile of rocks for not realizing the signs early.
-Line Break-When I hit eight years old I finally figured out where I was. I was exploring the house while my mother was in the garage, probably working on a car or something like that. I had finally gotten a stool tall enough to reach the string that opened up the attic.
The ladder came down, dust being flown into my face, making me cough. After my little coughing fit I slowly made my way up to the dark attic, the only source of light coming from the opening. I creeped around the dark space and I barely saw a faint shape in the darkness. I walked to it and looked at it. It was a large box with the letters 'ғᴏʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ' written onto the side in slightly messy handwriting.
"Ohhhh for me?" I whispered to myself as I smiled mischievously. I looked back at the exit of the attic, listening if my mother was looking for me. When I found not such evidence I continued my little "investigation". I slowly opened the box and my eyes widened at the sight of...a ring.
I slumped a bit, feeling disappointed, I expected maybe a bit more you know? But hey, this ring looks nice. I picked it up and inspected it, it was black, pitch black almost, and had this beautiful amethyst gem in it. It was honestly pretty cool looking, especially the engravings of what looked like skulls or ghosts. Well, I already have it in my hands, it won't hurt to slip it on. I slowly put it on my ring finger, with it somehow fitting my small finger. I felt a cold sensation flood into me and I gasped.
The ring had suddenly transformed into a weird sword. It was curved slightly and the blade was pitch black color, I never seen such a dark blade, it was almost like it was made of darkness. I looked at the blade, amazed, it radiated coldness and the whatever light that was in the attic it seem to dim. For my size it looked heavy for my small self with it being maybe 2 feet, I couldn't tell exactly, but it was light as a feather in my hands. I swung it a bit and honestly it was one of the coolest things I've saw, not gonna lie. I giggled a bit as I swung it a bit before noticing the same beautiful amethyst on its handle.
Feeling more curious about the very deadly device in my hand I pressed it and it turned back into a ring. I giggled more and my eight year old mind had a bit of a fanboy moment. That's when I remembered that I was a 28, almost 30, year old man in a eight year old's body fanboying about a deadly sword that was a ring. 'How the mighty have fallen...' I thought to myself sarcastically as I pocketed the ring, putting the lid of the box on the box and turned around to see the crossed arm form of my mother.
Uh oh.
I chuckled nervously as I smiled innocently. "H-Hey Mom..."
"What are you doing up here Happy?" She asked me as I shrugged.
"I wanted to explore the attic of course! It's so cool an-"
"I saw you take the ring."
I froze, gulping slightly. "Oh-Oh really? I'm s-sorry, it just looked so cool and it was for me so I-" I was cut off by her ruffling my messy red hair.
"I'm not mad sweetie, though I wish I was able to surprise you." A smile appeared on her freckled face. "It's a gift from your father." She said as my eyes widened, it was from my father? What kind of father gives their son a ring that turns into a damn sword?! I mean this is some Percy Ja...
Oh my god I'm in the Percy Jackson series. I thought back to the sword and I swear I would've paled if my skin wasn't already pale as hell. I'm a son of Hades, or Pluto! Either one is pretty cool! But now I know I'm a half-blood, I'm a target now. I started to notice my mother trying to get my attention. "H-Huh?" I asked her, tilting my head.
"Happy?! Dear lord, had me worried there kiddo." She said as she kissed my forehead. I frowned internally. I hoped that I was in the Heros of Olympus series, I didn't want to loose my mom. "Now come on, let's get out of this dusty old attic, it's gonna mess up your lungs." She giggled as she picked me up quite easily. I hugged her and slowly reached into my pocket and felt the ring, the same coldness that I felt from the blade was the same as the ring.
-Line Break-I was now twelve years old, and I am for certain that I'm in the Percy Jackson world, as I was enrolled into Yancy Academy to my not-so-surprise. Of course when I was enrolled I almost freaked out, almost, but I managed to gain my composure after a few hours of 'meditation'. Anyways I was enrolled and I did the most logical thing to me, I avoided Percy while keeping an eye on him. So yeah, I stalked Percy Jackson, fangirls be damned.
It soon became a matter of time as to when the great field trip that started this whole shebang off in the first place. I had to admit, I was nervous, who wouldn't be? I knew I was going to have a huge role in all of this, a wildcard, but I just hope that role doesn't involve me dying again...
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[P.S if you wanna know what type of weapon Happy has, it's a falcata, look it up]