Demigods play the Reaper's game

Initial Disclaimer (yes, there will be more to come, live with it :DDDD): I do not own the Percy Jackson series or The World Ends with You, nor will I mention who does because I am unworthy of addressing such amazing author's/video game makers *cough* square enix *cough* Rick Riordan *COUGH!* so you see, they must not be named. Thanks SilverWingedGentleman for your advice! You should be seeing the tips you gave me happening soon ^^

'Come on! Wake up!' echoed through my mind as I grumbled myself awake. Wait, I'm awake?! There-there's no way, I died when Hera unleashed her true, hideous form. When I felt the gravel ground beneath me I knew I wasn't dead, at least not yet. I could just imagine Reyna yelling at me to stop slacking off while Leo stood well away to record my embarrassment. My eyes widened at the recognition of my friend from Camp Jupiter. Unbelievable, I was alive AND all my memories were back. Finishing this quest would've been impossible without my friends Leo and…

'Nngh! Stop ignoring me! I can't fight these guys alone!' the echo returned. That broke my train of thought AND got me up. My eyes flew open and adjusted. My heart sank. Where the heck was I? I wasn't in the wolf house anymore. Well there was a statue of a wolf a few metres next to me and at least twenty people were rushing in and out of the area, not paying me the slightest bit of attention. The weather was great: sunny and breezy, but nature seemed non-existent aside from the wolf statue. I took a closer look at its pedestal and read: STATUE OF HACHIKO. Who in Jupiter's name called a dog 'Hachiko'? A huge four storey mall that loomed above the statue would normally have sent me gawking, but something else caught my attention.

An orange-haired guy was bruised, gasping for breath and surrounded by frogs. I almost laughed until I took a closer look. Those frogs were huge, the size of bowling balls! From head to stomach, it looked like your everyday frog, but with sinister, metallic legs. They looked like a fusion of bird talons and skeletal bones thrown into a blender, and then coated in five layers of metal. My attention snapped back to orange boy who was weakly holding a steel pipe that was so badly dented and had frogs circling around him. I couldn't just sit here wondering where the heck I was, I had to help or he'd die. Taking hold of my coin, I flipped it and caught it mid-charge to deliver my payload. The scary part was that my javelin passed straight through the monster. The ugly part? That got its attention. It lunged at me and I jumped, right on its head. Its brain must been a trampoline because the next thing I knew, I was rocketing into the air. I could've chosen to fall and die like a normal human being, but as a stubborn son of Jupiter, I decided to cheat death and fly. Hovering on the spot, I noticed that the frogs lost interest in me and began surrounding the boy again. Why wasn't anyone else screaming for help? Surely the mist still showed something mildly disturbing. I had to think of something before said boy got crushed. My weapon seemed pretty useless and attacks on the head didn't have much effect, so my only option was the quick escape card. I dived for the boy, grabbed him by the shirt and started flying away, until I flew into some invisible wall. Though slightly disoriented, I managed to remain aloft.

'Damn, the message was right' the boy said. That caught me of guard.

'What? Message?' I asked.

'You're phone, I got one when I woke up here' he replied. I could tell he was reluctant to elaborate his point.

Now I was about to say that as a demigod I didn't own a phone, but my pocket did feel heavier.

'What?' came out instead.

'It said forge a pact to crush the noise and reach Ten-Four. You have forty minutes, fail and face erasure. Look', he replied, holding out his free hand for me to see. Now I'll be honest, if I wasn't a Roman demigod I would've screamed like a little girl. However, I am a Roman demigod so I only felt like that inside my head. Why, you ask? Jet-black numbers were imprinted on his skin in some kind of timer format. But that wasn't the freaky part; the freaky part was that the seconds section was shifting as time passed. And of course, I had less than ten minutes left.