Hello Random People! See? I capitalized your name! That's nice of me isn't it? It means your important! This seems like a long drawn out plan or whatever the way I say it but it was actually just a random thing I came up with when I accidentally capitalized Random People! You may notice that I have a strange obsession with the word 'Random". And Cheese. But thats totally unrelated. Just a note. . . . I'm Weird as you may have picked up on already. Yes, . . . .This means my stories are weird. I don't care if you point this out because I know it. FYI-I capitalize things that are important too me, so if you see strange things highlighted in my AN's- Well, you know why. Anyway, . . . . Bum-Dum-Dum-Dum! Welcome to the first installment of. . . . . . . Okay! Who's my Bum-Dum-Dum-Dum guy! All you have to do is beat on a drum twice and you can't even do that? sigh. Sadly you are the only one I can find who will beat a drum twice for 7 cents, so I can't fire you. Well this is not nearly as grand as it would have been but. . . Welcome to "What would Happen if Camp Half Blood Went Crazy!" (Cue Giant red curtain with hamburger on it closing and show starting.) Own nothing! (That includes Andy Sixx and Black Veil Brides)

Annabeth was confused. Now, as this in itself is weird, the reason why she was confused is even stranger. Would you like to know why she was confused? Yes, of course you do. Am I going to tell you? Nope. Right about now you are mad at me, but don't fret. I am just a random narrator guy who is carrying the story until I can hand it over to Annabeth. She will tell you why she is confused, . . .she is much nicer than I am. Here she is. (Runs crazily out of whatever random place he was in screaming "Marshmallows! The ninja marshmallows are attacking me!" Which there were no ninjas, marshmallows, or ninja marshmallows, so we will have to assume he is crazy)

Thank goodness you are here! A sane human being! You are sane right? Sorry. This is Annabeth Chase. I am telling you this story in hopes of finding out the reason why Camp Half Blood went crazy. I fear I am the only sane one left! And once I am insane, what will become of Camp Half Blood! I'm afraid I'm on my way to insanity, and you are the only one who can save us once I'm gone! I will try to pass this story on before I go with the desperate hopes of saving the camp! I know I seem dramatic. . . . but once you have read my tale of horror, you will understand. Oh, how well will you understand. . . . .

(Cue start of tale of horror)

It all started when Chiron went to a Black Veil Brides Concert. . . . (This is where everything goes all fuzzy then comes back into focus in a different place.)

He was perfectly normal. Everything was fine. I was sitting in his office,talking to him about the party ponies asking him how they were doing and stuff like that, when it started. . . .

"I think I'll go to that Black Veil Brides concert they were talking about earlier." He said.

"WHAT!" I screamed, Jumping up from the couch. I expected him to laugh and say he was kidding, because Chiron DID have a sense of humor, even if it is incredibly small.

"Yeah," He said, looking up from the camp report card he was writing. "I think a break would be good for me. Good to get away from all this training and drama. Have some fun for once."

I did a quick calculation, checking to see if it was April 1'st anywhere in the world. it wasn't.

"Chiron are you okay?" I asked worriedly. This wasn't like Chiron. The only concert he had ever been to or wanted to go to was either classical or the Muses. And he had even missed some of those to train with newcomers at camp.

He looked at me, offended. "Why I have a right to Have fun don't I?"

"Well, yes." I stuttered. "But I thought THIS was your idea of fun, I said, gesturing to the stack of report cards on his desk.

"This? No! No, this is not what I consider fun! This is work! And by definition, work is NEVER fun." Chiron said, pushing the stack of un-filled-out report cards to the side like they were poison.

I guess this is when I knew something was wrong. Chiron LOVED work. He filled out paper in his free time. And he messed with the dictionary. I knew that that was NOT the definition of work, and believe me, I know the dictionary.

"I think I need some air." I said. And ran outside. On the way I bumped into Hermes, delivering a package for Chiron. Hopefully some new weapons. I didn't pay much attention to him. He comes here all the time. In fact, everything we order from The Flying Shoe He delivers personally. I think he's just happy someone bought something from his store though.

I sat on one of the white rocking chairs and tried to think over the situation. Chiron was overstressed, that's all. If I was an immortal centaur responsible for keeping an entire camp of magical kids safe I would be overstressed too. I decided to go in and convince him to take a break, enjoy himself. But not with the Party Ponies. They were too dangerous and reckless and I didn't want Chiron getting hurt. If I knew Chiron, He would go to The Muses concert next Thursday or to the Centennial Parks recognition or something that everyone in the twenty-first century thought was boring. Yeah, that's what I would do, I thought to myself, looking up from the peeling paint on the chair. I stood up, and started to walk back into the Big House. But Chiron beat me out.

He had changed from his loose, "I'm an archer" T-shirt and was now wearing a to-tight an Andy Sixx um . . . . . I suppose it was a t-shirt. It looked to be about the right size for me, when I was seven. And even that was wishful. His normally brown, curly hair was now strait and black, hanging in front of his eyes. And that's not even the scariest part. He was wearing. . . . . .SKINNY JEANS! That is wrong in so many ways on so many levels! 1)HOW the crap did Hermes get his workers to make skinny jeans for horses! 2)WHY the crap did Hermes have skinny jeans for horses? 3)Why the crap was my immortal, healing, trainer of heroes, CENTAUR teacher all of a sudden Gothic?

Chiron stared at me, or I assume he did. His new hair was in front of his eyes so i couldn't see his face.

"What you looking at?" He said in a voice that was defiantly not the Chiron's I knew. As he said it, he flipped his head so that the hair momentarily was out of the way. What I saw underneath the hair was very likely the most terrifying thing I've ever seen. Chiron, my immortal centaur teacher, was wearing makeup.

"Like it? Drew helped me." He said. I had enough time to make a mental note to have a serious talk with Drew before I passed out.

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