Warning: Excessive OOCness of Dionysus and maybe several other characters.

Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns whatever and whoever appears in his books. I own nothing. This was planned months ago by two persons. On with it!

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Prologue Part I: Dionysus Becomes a Sparkly Chicken

Two certain sons of Hermes were having a blast! They'd decided to go by the book again, thinking and just plain knowing that nobody would expect them to do that. They set up the same trap everywhere: the traditional bucket of water over a slightly open door, except that they changed the water to slime, glitters, dust, and feathers.

Their guess was right. Practically everyone was falling for it.

Katie had to shower at least a dozen times to get rid of the glitters. Will was making a poor imitation of a slug worm. An Aphrodite kid was screaming her head off, looking like she just raided a poultry farm. A nymph stomped back to her tree, appearing to be quite harassed, leaving a cloud of dust bunnies in her wake.

The best part of their prank? The buckets refilled themselves. All they had to do was put them back into place. That the two did, and they hid behind a bush to await more victims.

That was when everything went downhill.

The Stoll brothers had just 'reinstalled' the buckets after somebody fell for them again, when Mr. D finished his stroll. The wine god arrived at the porch of the Big House at the instant Travis and Connor ducked behind a tree. (Hopefully it wasn't the nymph-from-before's tree.)

They knew they were minced demigod meat if by some miraculous accident a god would fall for such a prank.

Their luck was rotten.

Mr. D casually walked through the door, where they had placed the 'jackpot bucket,' which contained all four of their materials.

Hades's blue, flaming hair in that stupid movie! Travis thought. He looked at Connor and his expression probably mimicked his.

That all happened in less than five seconds, which was the exact time Dionysus's fogged mind needed to process the situation. (Diet Coke's not at all good for your health, but not at all bad when someone who's out to kill you was sort of drunk with it, the brothers concluded.)

Dionysus's eyes glowed with a mad, purplish light.

"Blast him to Hades whoever did this!" he exclaimed. Fortunately (for the brothers), there were no claps of thunder that followed. But still, they knew they were in very deep Laistrygonian giant poop.

"You!" Mr. D exclaimed at a passing person, which turned out to be Percy. He was with his girlfriend. "You did this, didn't you?"

Percy was an expert at being an idiot (even the gods can testify) and he just said the smartest thing he could think of, "A sparkly chicken? Cool."

Needless to say, that made the god quite angrier than before. But before he could curse them from Hades to Tartarus, Annabeth (heavens bless her, the Stoll brothers thought) quickly tried to calm the infuriated god.

"We're so sorry, Mr. D," she started to say in a rather soothing way, but, in every few seconds, glared celestial bronze daggers at her boyfriend. "You know how this seaweed brain is, and he's just so bright. He did not do this, though, and neither did I."

"Lies!" Mr. D exclaimed as vines started to erupt from the ground. "Nothing but lies!"

"W-We're telling the truth, uh, Mr. D!" Percy exclaimed, apparently trying to make up for what he did. It did not work, which was obvious from the way the god was glaring at them now.

The vines were starting to snake around their ankles when a yelp sounded from somewhere. It was Leo, the Hephaestus kid who became senior counselor not a year ago.

"What's up with these plants?" they heard him exclaim. "Me and psychotic organic life forms! Just figured they would love me!"

And just like that, the wine god's fury turned to him.

"Did you say psychotic life forms, boy?" Mr. D laced every syllable with madness, which was his specialty. "Do you not know that every living thing has a purpose in this world? And you are calling my precious vines psychotic? True, they bring madness, but really? Madness?"

To say the least, the Creak and Squeak speaker was rooted in his place with fear.

Then, just to make matters worse in the Stoll brothers' opinion, more characters appeared in the scene: Piper and Jason.

"Leo!" she gasped. She ran to her friend and shook him slightly, which managed to wake him up.

"You," Mr. D growled. (The Stoll brothers thought that 'you' was fast becoming the wine god's word of the day.)

Piper gulped. "Um, yes, Mr. D? What can I do for you?"

Mr. D looked enraged once again. "Charmspeaking a god! Lunacy!" he bellowed. "Perhaps you're one of the criminals!"

"With all due respect, sir," Jason started to say, "I can testify that she had no part in this… crime—what's the crime, anyway?"

"The Rise of the Starry Chicken—"

Annabeth elbowed Percy in the ribs, and mouthed at him, "By my mother's sunglasses, shut up!"

"Aha!" Mr. D exclaimed. "You—John Green, was it?—are an accomplice aren't you? Wouldn't have expected it from a half-brother, but of course, it makes perfect sense. Perhaps all seven of you have planned this. Let's see…"

Mr. D enumerated the seven demigods who were involved in the prophecy.

"So that Hannah Leroy and Frederick Zapper are left?" he said.

"It's Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang," somebody muttered.

They looked at where the voice came from and there, under the shade of a tree, stood Nico di Angelo.

Mr. D's eyes squinted malignantly. "Of course, it would make sense that you would be involved too, Norman."

"Involved in what, Mr. D?" Nico asked. "And my name is Nico."

"Whatever you say, Nestor." Mr. D shrugged. "Now, that Hilda and Fayir, where are they?"

As if on cue, they heard the hooves of a horse sauntering its way towards somewhere. The Stoll brothers hoped that whoever were riding the horse were not the two demigods in question and were not going to pass by the Big House.

They had no such luck. Hazel and Frank arrived on the scene.

Hazel's head leaned on one side, confused of the big gathering in front of the Big House. Frank, who was dismounting from the horse groggily, did not seem to notice anything. The horse, which the Stolls had learned was named Arion, did certain horse sounds that they didn't quite understand.

"Jeez," Percy complained in his vine prison. (The Stolls noted the splendid variation of 'fine.') "Would you stop cussing every time you speak?"

Arion whinnied again.

"Curse you to Hades too," Percy replied.

Silence reigned for a few seconds.

"Are we watching some sort of drama here?" Frank finally said.

"Ah, yes," Mr. D said, "a drama. I believe you are one of the main characters. You are an accomplice, as is Helena here!"

"An accomplice to what?" Frank asked.

"Who's Helena?" Hazel said at the same time.

"You," Nico replied to his sister. He then addressed Mr. D and said, "This is all a big misunderstanding, Sir. We don't even know what we did wrong."

"Except that you look like you've bathed in that 'A Bath for Stars' those Hecate kids made me swim in once," Leo muttered. "It was horrible."

Piper raised a brow at him. "You had to mention that."

"Oops," Leo mouthed.

"Oldest trick in the book!" Mr. D exclaimed all of a sudden. "Claiming to be innocent!" He smiled quite evilly. "Let me show you what a real punishment is."

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Travis and Connor Stoll didn't need to be geniuses to figure out that they shouldn't ever shed light on the incident. It wasn't fun at all that it was a god that fell for their supposed-to-be-really-awesome prank. It didn't help that the accused ones were probably the strongest demigods around. They'd much rather be alive, thank you very much.

The worst part was the punishment Mr. D gave the seven plus the Death Boy. The brothers could not even imagine themselves forced to become—no, the experience would be too traumatic.

May Tyche be in your favor, they thought sullenly.

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None of the eight had the slightest idea how hard their punishment would be—which was saying something. After all, their usual punishments went by the likes of brushing the teeth of fire-breathing dragons (biological and mechanical alike), shining the hooves of a rather jumpy Pegasus, plucking the nose hair of 'tamed' hellhounds (why they even did it, they didn't know), swimming in a pool of lava half-naked, and many other things that were considered much too grotesque to even be mentioned. No, Dionysus's punishment was far more outrageous.

They had to become what they never were.

Or in a certain someone's case, what he once was.

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What did I say about OOCness?

Anyway, updates will be irregular. You've been warned.

Important thing:

This story was written after making several assumptions. They are the following:

The 'demigods-gods alliance' won the war against Gaea; all of the seven plus Nico and the Stolls survived the war and did not die nor receive any permanent disabilities; Son of Sobek never happened, though I guess I'll be taking liberty with their ages with Carter being a year younger than Percy (but their ages hardly matter because I'm also taking liberty with the assignment of their to classes); the demigods are allowed in Brooklyn (they're pretty much found everywhere, anyway); The eight (I'm pretty sure you know to whom I'm referring by now) did not have any drastic personality change (though that won't matter much until much later in the story); and the last thing, the educational system I'm using is actually correct. (I'm not from America, so sorry.)

That's pretty much everything. I'll fill you in later if I remember anything else. Thanks. :)

Coming next: Prologue Part II: I Officially Hate Recordings

~Bianca