Percy Jackson was 4 years old. He was innocently playing on the computer, despite his mother telling him not to, that it was dangerous... but... she wasn't here now, she was at work.
He found a website called fanfiction. There were stories. They were funny, and they made him laugh. He especially liked the one about the Three Little Bears.
Then he saw something weird. He saw his name in one of those stories! He clicked on it, and checked it out. He ignored the little "M". What was it even for, anyway? Mustard? Then the "K" was for Ketchup! But he still didn't get what the "T" was for.
(TIME SKIP TO WHEN HIS MOTHER COMES HOME)
"Sweetheart, I'm home!" Sally walked in and locked the door behind her.
There was no answer.
"Sweetness?"
Silence.
She finally found her son, curled up in a ball, sucking his thumb, in her closet.
"Percy? What happened?"
Her little boy burst into tears and rushed forward to give her a hug. "MOMMY, I swear that I will never use the computer again., EVER."
Sally was confused. "What?"
Percy started rambling about "Stories", "Fan", and "The Three Little Bears".
Sally shook her head. "Come on, Perce, let's have dinner. I bought some hot dogs! And got extra mustard, just the way you like them!"
Percy screamed and ran away.
AN/ So, I don't know if this is a horror story, but it is a sorta funny one, soo... Whatevs.