Warning: Reading the following might cause formation of brain tumors, disappearance of heart rate, your stomach to split open and your spleen to fly over the moon.

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Boom.

Yes, the two heroes of olympus had caused the explosion of the underworld and the end of death. After the second fire caused by their overly too passionate kissing that day had grown in size and starting burning everything in the land of the dead, it somehow just exploded. Sadly, Percy was caught IN the explosion, so he couldn't see the mushroom cloud it created. Oh wait, you don't know about his obsession with mushroom clouds? You should have seen the look on his face when Katie Gardner once brought him to a mushroom farm. He'd looked like he was about to set greek fire all over the place to see the poor fungi explode. Yup, this dude's a little mentally disturbed. Annabeth just ignores his frequent claims that his cabin bed spouted fluffy white wings and that riptide is an enlarged toothpick. And I'm not talking about his sword...Anyway, the explosion had been so terrifyingly loud that the sounds had woken up the hibernating sloth on Mars. Scientists were still checking on its wellbeing. Apparently, it just realised it couldn't breathe in space and was starting to suffocate. Sadly, it couldn't die because with the underworld gone and Hades busy watching Happy Tree Friends (Gore. Blood. Pain...Best videos ever.) in a New York cemetry, death was non-existant. Yes, the sadistic scientists were eating popcorn while watching the sloth attempt to die. Yes, it was caremel popcorn. Yes, there was one lone scientist eating a healthy granola bar.

Moving on.

"Percy...we've...we've...caused the underworld to explode! I know what it is with you and destroying everything within a five mile radius but surely this is a bit too much..." Annabeth told her boyfriend as she dusted off dirt from her jeans. Yes, jeans. With no underworld, there were no such things as creatures of the underworld and unflattering black robes any more. Ignoring what Annabeth was saying, Percy was busy embracing this change.

"I...I have flesh again!"He squealed.

"I have clothes that can actually be considered clothes!" He cried out in delight.

"I have eyeballs!" He started doing the chicken dance and singing Kool and the gang's "celebration".

Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Boys. Stupid, insolent, crazy..."

"Annabeth?"

Her grey eyes widened, "Luke! Clever, charming, sane male Luke! You've come back from the dead for me! Aww, I'm touched."

The son of Hermes winced as Annabeth rushed into his arms and started smothering him with passionate kisses. "Nuh uh," he said, gently pushing her away, "I'm good now. I'm NOT gonna help you burn the universe and cause it to go all "big bang" again."

"Anyway, I thought you were engaged to Percy?" He asked, eyebrows raised at her infidelity.

"What's "engaged" and what in the world is Percy? Reminds me of Hershies...Aww, you got chocolates for me, didn't you?" Annabeth battered her eyelashes at Luke in a very un-Annabeth-like way.

"Uh...Percy's your fiance? Over there?" Luke pointed to the dancing son of poseidon.

"Chicken dude? Nah, never knew him. Don't know that his favourite colour is blue and that he thinks he's from a parallel dimension either. Nor that he prefers boxers to briefs. Of course not. What made you think of that anyway?" "Annabeth asked oh-so-innocently.

"Uh...the fact that you blew up both the camp AND the underworld with your kisses and that you performed a very touching emotional scene when you thought he was lost. You actually teared up over HIM. I applaud you." Luke said and clapped. Suddenly a whole group of ducks came out from absolutely nowhere(Could the son of hades be abusing his powers over shadows?...For duck rides? Nice. Everyone's going nuts. And so we wonder where the greedy squirrels are.) and started following Luke, applausing as best as they could with their webbed limbs.

"The least you could do was give me a grammy award and conjuer up a bunch of grammies as applauding audience. Why in the world did you get ducks?" Annabeth complained, hands on hips.

"Cheap labour." Luke shrugged, "And what in the world do you mean by applauding grammies?"

"Oh don't you know what a grammy is?" Annabeth sighed, "Those old wrinkly females who would hit you with a stick if you say "shit!" or smile like you're the one who invented dentures if you help them carry their bags. And I guess you now know why they don't usually smile..."

Suddenly, a bright light shone behind Luke, its brilliance absolutely blinding. "Oh...what has Percy exploded this time?" Annabeth muttered as she shielded her burning eyes.

"Luke!" A shrill voice cried out in a lovey-dovey manner that could make even Aphrodite, dear goddess of love herself, puke. Annabeth stood still, stunned, as she realised it hadn't been her.

The bright light faded as a slim girl got closer to Luke's side. Annabeth had her loony eyes set only on men but she still had to admit the girl was pretty. She had long black hair, flawless skin and looked so perfectly perfect that Annabeth had to control the urge to tackle her, rip out her stomach, claw her eyeballs out and worst of all...*shiver*...cut her hair in an uneven manner. The horror.

The pretty girl snuggled up next to Luke and then stretched out a smooth, perfectly-manicured hand towards the fuming Annabeth, "Hi. I'm Luke's girlfriend, for the lack of better words in modern society. I'll very much prefer to use terms like "eternal love" or "destiny" or "fate" but they're too much of an understatement." The girl sighed, "My name's Mary Sue, by the way." Wow. What a surprise.

Annabeth was absolutely furious as she watched Mary Sue's finger trail down Luke's chest and him put his arm around her waist. Forget about uneven hair cutting, this girl was meant to be bald. "Destiny", "fate" kind of thing.

As Annabeth was about to reach out to grab Mary Sue's hand and throw her down a drain, Luke suddenly stepped away from his girlfriend himself. Annabeth, grinning widely, took a step forward to embrace him just to have him hold her by the shoulders to stop her.

"But...I thought we had something special...something real...unlike what you had with Mary over there." Annabeth said, on the verge of letting tears escape.

"Wait...like, hold on a second, " Mary said and held her hand up too as if she had the power to stop time with a flick of her wrist. Then again, she was a Mary Sue...who knew what wondrous, unbelievable things she could do? "Are you saying I'm not real?"

All of a sudden, there was a gust of wind and Mary Sue disappeared into thin air. Guess nobody's perfect. And her name ain't "nobody", so yeah. In fact, Mary Sue was just a nick name of hers, her real one being just too long for this writer to bother typing out. Hey, I'm not getting paid here but if you bring me cookies I'll see what I could do.

Moving on again.

"Annabeth," Luke whispered as he looked deeply into her grey eyes, "I love-"

"You love me?" Annabeth shrieked in delight and at this point, Aphrodite did puke.

"No, I love...men." Luke muttered as his eyes trailed of to a certain dancing son of Poseidon.

And so the chapter stops here because this writer's stomach couldn't take it anymore. Talk about puke fest.

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