Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, or Gabe.
This is my first Percy Jackson fanfic. I originally wrote this for a contest on Storywrite (ShadowsClaw introduced it to me!), but not a lot of people read it. So I decided to post it on Fanfiction too, where there is a larger audience. This is what I think will happen to Gabe in the Underworld.
Exercising Gabe
Waiting in line was horrible. There were all these weirdo people moaning like zombies. But then again, we were dead. All of us. Even me: the great Gabe Ugliano.
I don't know how, but I'd died. Everything was a bit fuzzy. According to my brain (if I remember correctly), Sally had held up this unattractive, squirmy head and then everything had gone black. Strange huh? I know. All of it changed when that freak kid Percy came into my life. He was ugly and always smelled like fish. I mean, no one is as handsome as me!
Then a voice boomed into my ears and rattled my eardrums. Stupid voice. "Gabriel Ugliano, come for your punishment!"
"WHAT?" I couldn't believe my ears. Me? Being punished? After all I'd done for the Jacksons...housed them, fed them. At this place, where ever I was, people were wacko.
"Punishment," the voice drawled.
There, sitting on a real chair (I really wanted to get my butt on it), was a man with a crown perched on his head. "Your punishment is...exercise."
"Nooooooo!" I wailed.
Exercise? I hadn't worked out since I was seventeen. What was the need of exercise? It was about as important as baths. My motto was, if you can't see it, it's not there. My doctor tells me I'm an overweight sicko, but hey. I can't see the fat. So it's not there.
"But, that can't be! I helped the Jacksons! I provide people with furniture! I—" I was cut off by the man.
"I'm a king, Gabe. Listen to me. If you do, you get...immortality," he droned.
Heck, yes! What was better than immortality? So I squealed my consent, and I was given gym equipment. Not that I would work out. Who would even check? But my feet couldn't resist, and now I'm always exercising, though my feet ache with sores and pains, and I don't lose any fat. I told you. What good is exercising?
Then I realized I'd been tricked. How can you be immortal if you're already dead?
"Noooooo!"