My friend and I worked together to write a short story. Let's just say, we should never ever EVER be allowed to do such a thing, as this was the result:
I'm scared
"Hey Percy, what's up?" Annabeth asked her boyfriend one random day.
"The strangest thing happened. Today I was molested by a unicorn. And then I was in a cussing contest with the kraken. AND the fucking sun wont go down and it's 9:52 pm. Then I kissed a wall with my nose, after the kraken and I cussed out the sun, so, thanks fucking karma. The strangest thing of all, I'm the sun of Frosty the Snowman, god dammit. My best friend is the White House, the presidents sun, not to mention, she's bi, don't ask me how any of that makes sense because it DOESNT. How I'm not dead, it's a mystery. Even the dragonets and other book character whatever things are surprised, but FUCK THAT. (Btw, did I say that things are coming to like when they are not supposed to? Eh) but who cares, right? Donald Trump sure doesn't, I bet he was expecting this all along. Clay and Deadpool got into a food fight, but Clay kept eating all his ammo. I've got a clone, thanks to Leo. (Bitch) and then Festus tried to shoot fire at Jesus Christ, and I have no idea what he was up to. Della fucking bit some random dude. And then Tyson tried to kill her, saying something about "flaming hair" and "snake feet." So, I lost them both, the world turned to blocks and a sarcastic blue cat tried to get information about a turtle who ate his brother?"
Annabeth blinked slowly.
"Percy, drink some milk," she said.
Now I'm just confused
Yeah. This happened. Thanks for reading this thing all the way through.
-Sweet