DISCLAIMER - Only the Monster, the Lake, and the Slug are mine. Percy Jackson isn't, sadly, and both Death and the End of the Universe belong to everyone.


The whirlwind was carrying within it a majestic puce slug. The slug said, "I hear you need directions. Keep going another 10,000,000 light years down this road and you will reach a signpost. It will tell you the next part of your journey."

"Sure thing," said Percy. "Come on, Death, only 10,000,000 light years to go!"

"Good," said Death. "I was getting worried we weren't going the right way."

Then, Death reached into his pocket with a skeletal hand and pulled out a huge, purple rocket ship. Percy gaped at it for a few minutes before scurrying onboard. "Fasten your seatbelts," said Death. "This thing is going into hyperdrive!"

The purple space ship took off and hurtled through space. Percy looked out of the window, but all he saw was darkness. They were going far too fast for light to catch up. "Uh, Death, my man," he said. "How're we doing this without gaining infinite mass and imploding?"

"I thought you were supposed to be kind-of stupid," said Death.

"I am. Pickle," said Percy.

The rocket ship sped toward the End of the Universe, gaining speed and plastering Percy and Death to the engine. When they finally arrived at the signpost indicating that they could go no farther, the majestic puce slug once again materialized.

"How could you possibly have gotten here so quickly?" it asked.

"We are magical," replied Death, seeing as Percy was too busy trying to make a salad to answer.

When Percy finished the salad, he promptly inhaled it through his little toe, bowl and all. Death was very surprised to see this, and decided it was time for a nap because he must be suffering sleep-deprivation hallucinations. The puce alien slug took a nap too. And Percy sat there doing nothing for the next week grinning like a lunatic.

Eventually Percy roused himself and put on his serious face. "Hey! We're not at the freakin' lake yet!" he exclaimed. "We are more sidetracked than... than... sidetracked people!" He poked Death and the slug awake with a pointy stick, and then pointed the stick at the slug again. "Right, mister slug. Who are you, and why have you brought us up here?"


Who is the mysterious slug and what are his motives? Find out in the next chapter of "Percy Jackson and the Lake of Gross and Scary Goo"!

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