Author's Note
I do not own Gravity Falls, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or any of their characters. God bless Rick Riordan and Alex Hirsch.
(Percy's POV)
He'd been on his way home. He had a date with Wise Girl today, and wanted to freshen up a bit beforehand. However, those plans were canceled when he stumbled upon a familiar gothic Italian. Nico was just sitting on the ground, in the middle of the side walk. It peeked Percy's interest, especially when the same young boy started to crawl backwards, and was he…. crying? He didn't have a good feeling about the scene in front of him, so he jogged up to the boy concerned.
"Nico? Nico, what's wrong? You're just sitting here in the middle of-" He'd finally gotten close enough to hear the Italians murmurs, and they weren't good. Nico was shaking from his tears, muttering his late sister's name along with 'I'm sorrys' and the like. His eyes were open, but he didn't seem to be seeing reality.
"Nico? Hey buddy, snap out of it." He grabbed his shoulder, only for the boy to crawl away in fear.
"G-get out of here d-demon! I won't abandon my friends, so you can take your crummy deal and leave! I may be powerless, but Percy will stop you!" He shouted, glaring in the direction of Percy's hand. Demon? Percy thought. What is he talking about? What demon? What deal? Why is he powerless, AND WHO DOES HE THINK I'LL STOP?! None of this made sense to him, but he knew he wouldn't get anywhere with Nico like this.
He started to pick him up, only to face much resistance from the boy, resulting in him getting scratched in the face. Hmm… Wait! That's it! He remembered that today was a teacher conference meeting, meaning Paul was still at school. If he could get him to pick his friend up, they may be able to figure out what's wrong with him.
He glanced down at his friend, who had gone back to sobbing about Bianca, before deciding that he'd be fine and running back towards the school.