"Next on Keeping Up With The Kardashians: Kim accompanies Kourtney for her - "
The host was cut-off when the room became dark. He could hear footsteps and metal slashing in the air. The host immediately ran for the exit, but seeing that it was dark, he tripped. Frightened, he managed to stand up.
"W-who are y-y-you?" he asked, taking a step back.
"Shouldn't it be what are we?" a voice asked. A tiny flame flickered and revealed a boy with elfish features. The flame was dancing on the palm of his hand.
The host whimpered. He tried to run elsewhere, but a sharp object pierced its way on his shirt, making him hung against the wall. "Not so fast," another said. It was a girl's voice. Her footsteps were getting closer. The host could hear her come near him until her warm breath was brushing against his cheek. Slowly, she asked, "Who designed the studio?"
"Oh, thanks, Annabeth!" someone exasperated. The lights went on, and the host actually felt stupid for being afraid of eight teens. They were all wearing orange shirts and holding peculiar weapons. Before he could say anything, a boy with olive-tanned skin and dark eyes came forward.
"Party's over," he declared.
The ground opened and swallowed the host. Thus, it was the end of the host.
"Nico," Bianca said irritatedly. "You didn't have to send him to the pits of Tartarus."
"Then who will!" he complained. Bianca just sighed and shook her head. Nico walked over to the studio mic and started playing with the buttons.
Percy sat on the seat the host sat in a while ago and yawned. "Guys," he lamely said. "I know that you don't like the reality show, but why do we have to do this?"
"Do what?" Thalia asked fiercely, shutting Aegis, her shield, off.
"You mean take-over the studio and run our own reality show? That's because we want to be filthy rich," Leo said.
"And to convince Dad to send me to a different boarding school. How I hate Wilderness School," Piper muttered.
Annabeth's gray eyes twinkled. "I should hire the one who designed this studio. We could bring him or her to Olympus, use the Mist to make the architect think that he or she is in an amusement park, and then have the architect renovate Olympus! Genius!"
"That's exactly how Annabeth messed up our invasion. Always get sidetracked!" Percy said.
"Invasion?" Annabeth raised her eyebrows. "Is that the only word in your vocabulary, Seaweed Brain?"
Percy stood up, but he was unable to continue when a booming sound filled the whole room. The gang looked over to where it came from, and their mouths were literally hanging open as they witnessed a dull white room transform into a luxurious living room. Ultramodern sofas unfolding, heavy tables dropping to the ground, and even a housekeeper appearing out of nowhere.
"Who are you?" asked the housekeeper. She looked the same age as Percy's step-grandmother.
"It's always the same question," Leo sighed.
"Who are we?" Piper offered.
"What do you want?" Jason continued.
"What do we eat?" Bianca said.
"Bianca," Nico interrupted. "Let's not play with our food."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! We are not doing Twilight! Not!" Percy hollered over the megaphone he found. Everybody looked at him and shrugged. The housekeeper just walked away, grabbed her bag, and left for the exit.
"Weird," Annabeth spoke up.
Nico folded his arms. "Let's get this over with."
The gang walked over to the control buttons, some entered the stage, while some stayed backstage. Nico flipped the 'ON' button and grabbed the nearest microphone that had the misfortune to be used by the son of death. He placed his mouth a few inches away from the mic and said,
"You are now watching the hit reality series: Keeping Up With The Di Angelos!"
Thanks for reading! =) Oh, and please don't get offended about the 'I know you don't like the reality show' bit if you all watch KUWTK. It's just a parody.
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