"I found a dog." Mary said, walking up to where Grover and Annabeth were sitting.
They had been waiting at the Train Station in Jersey for the train going to St. Louis to get there. They would be transfer trains three times. The Train Station wasn't very crowded - Just a few people. It was the early morning, and since their train wouldn't be there for a while, Grover and Annabeth decided to sit on a bench and nap or whatever, while Mary went off to explore.
"A what?" Annabeth asked.
"It's a poodle. It can talk. Say hi, poodle," Mary said, shaking the small poodle in her arms.
"Much wow. Such train. Very station," The poodle said.
"D-dear Zeus. Th-that's a really rare k-kind of poodle," Grover said, suddenly interested.
"Yea. A Kawaii talking one."
"N-no… a Meme Dog," Grover said, a hint of reverence in his voice.
"Much meme," The poodle said to Grover.
Grover bowed. "My-my liege. I would be honored to serve you."
"…what's even happening right now?" Annabeth asked.
"Very doge."
"Of course, I would die for you," Grover said, now on one knee.
Mary kicked him lightly. "Get up. It's my dog."
"SUCH KILL!" The poodle yelled at Mary, obviously offended. The dog then looked at Grover, barking a "Many Trash" and nodded. Grover nodded back, suddenly eyeing Mary.
"…I'm still really confused right now," Annabeth said.
"M-My lord Jesus "The Meme Doge" has to-told me Mary is a threat to the honorable Meme Church… and that I must kill her," Grover said grimly.
"Wat." Annabeth said, still sitting on the bench.
"FOR DOGE!" Grover yelled as he tackled Mary, the dog, himself, and Grover's attackee all falling to the ground.
"For the love of –" Annabeth muttered, jumping into the fray.
Opening Theme
"W-W-Where did our lord and sa-savior, Meme Doge go?" Grover asked.
The train had finally come, and Annabeth had dragged Grover and Mary by the collar to the back of the train. They where currently seated in an almost empty car, with a couple a few rows in front of them. The AC was turned all the way up, which Annabeth found odd, even for it being the middle of summer.
"We left it back at the station, which, like, isn't very kawaii," Mary muttered, sunk down in her seat, sulking. She had wanted a pet dog. Not an idol for Grover to worship.
After a second of thinking, Grover shot up like a bullet. "I must convert the train to Meme-ism," Grover said, walking up to the couple sitting in front of them, not even looking back at Annabeth and Mary.
"…okay then," Annabeth said.
Soon, Grover had given the couple a copy of the Meme Bible, and continued onto other cars to preach the good word of Doge. Mary and Annabeth sat there, just staring at each other. It was odd, since by that point, Mary probably would have taken her phone out, and Annabeth would have been reading. It almost seemed like the author wanted to do something….
"Backstory," Annabeth said, reminding the author what he was going to do this chapter. "Let's talk about backstory, Mary."
"Way to be blunt, Annabeth," Mary said, blowing the hair out of her face, trying to seem reluctant about talking about herself.
"C'mon," Annabeth said, smiling.
"Oh, alright, you little rascal," Mary said, smiling back.
"So, how are you even a demigod?" Annabeth said, leaning back into her seat, writing above her saying "Annabeth Chase – Asking The Hard Hitting Questions and Getting Straight To The Point", and no, that wasn't a Fall Out Boy song title.
"Well, one day mommy and daddy had just a little too much wine…"
"Ew, no," Annabeth said. "Like, how are you a demigod and not a minor god?"
"Well…" Mary said, a sad expression crossing her face. "Mom said something was wrong with me. Like, I had a disability, or something. Actually, that's mostly all I remember of my mom. Her telling me I was a disappointment. Most of the time she made the Muses watch me. I never got to see dad much, either."
"That's… sad." Annabeth said.
"I guess. I mean, I guess it kind of understands why I'm kind a jerk though. My parents are kind of known for being stuck up, annoying brats," Mary said, looking down at her lap. "I don't know. Not too much really happened in my childhood. It was mostly just playing with the Muses."
"Were the Muses cool?" Annabeth asked.
"Yeah, they taught me how to act and sing, and, like, stuff, I guess. They were pretty cool."
"Did you ever go to school?" Annabeth said, sitting on the edge of their seat.
"Naw. I mostly hung out with my boyfriend when I was twelve to like, a few months ago. He asked me out a year or so ago... but he ran away. Or, that's what his dad said. I think something happened to him. He wasn't like me, though – he was a normal demigod. Idk why he lived on Olympus…" Mary mused.
"What was – I mean, is he like?" Annabeth inquired.
"Sort of a goofball. He was really loyal though, and had the greenest eyes – I don't know, I don't really want to talk about it," A sulking look back on Mary's face.
"What about you?" Mary asked, turning the tables. "I know most fic readers know your backstory, but I, the author, decided to change it in order to make this chapter," Mary said, I, the author, interjecting her thoughts.
"Well, I actually had a pretty good life. My dad was awesome. But then he remarried to a woman who had a pair of twins. They hated me. So, I ran away at seven," Annabeth said wistfully.
"That's when I met Grover. He was traveling with another demigod, Luke, the hot Hermes counselor. Grover had picked up my demigod scent, and they tracked me down. They had another girl with them – a child of Zeus, Thalia. There was another guy too – I don't remember his name. A son of Poseidon? Or maybe Morpheus. I can't remember. He died soon after they found me. I had been traveling across the country, and apparently a clan of Giants had been tracking me. It got messy…" Annabeth said, looking out the window. "Thalia and the boy died." A flash of sadness passed Annabeth's face.
"…oh." Mary said after a moment.
"Yeah."
"I'm –" Mary started to say, when Grover ran into their car, screaming his head off.
"Grover! Are you okay?" Annabeth said as she and Mary ran up to him.
"I-I-I saw-" Grover stuttered out before he fainted.
Annabeth noticed the couple staring at them. "It's a sickness. Called faintusitis," Mary told them.
"Darn it Mary, at least be convincing." Annabeth said. Getting up from Grover's unconscious body, she walked to the couple. "He suffers from social anxiety."
"Annabeth, my answer was much more kawaii."
"Shhhh."
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"Mary, was throwing them out the window really necessary?" Annabeth asked.
"They knew too much."
After Mary had thrown the poor, vacationing couple out a window – it was surprising they were able to squeeze through – and they had gotten the fainted Grover off of the ground, a crackling voice spoke through the intercom.
"Is – is it on? It is? Oh, um – we will arrive in St. Louis in thirty minutes. Go sightseeing. Go to a baseball game. Destroy the Arch. Please yell at the Attendants if you had any troubles."
"…is he serious?" Annabeth asked.
Grover then popped up from the seat he was sleeping in. "I-It sounds li-li-like foreshadowing t-to me."
"Shut up, Matsuda," Mary said, knowing the author was tired of that gimmick and wanted to say it one last time.
"Jeez, the amount of forth wall breaks this chapter are legit," Annabeth said.
"Like, obvi," Mary said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh." Annabeth said, sitting down next to Grover. She started to stare at the wall, suddenly contemplating life as she knew it.
"…ar-are you o-o-okay, Annabeth?" Grover asked after a minute.
"One day, we're all just going to die. Or be left forgotten on a laptop. Or – even worse – killed off by our author. Doesn't that trouble you at least a little bit?" Annabeth said, grabbing onto Grover's shirt, surprising him.
"Please don't hurt me," Grover whispered, cringing.
"Hey, you didn't stutter," Mary notice, cocking her head to the side.
"What?" Grover asked.
"You. You didn't stutter. I bet the stupid author thought that gimmick was annoying too," Mary muttered, flipping her hair. "I guess I better update everyone on OlympiansBook about this," Mary said, walking out of the car.
"Mary, where are you going?" Annabeth asked, finally releasing Grover.
"I don't know. Maybe meet some dudes. Flirt. Discuss the Meme Bible with people," Mary said, ticking each thing off with a finger.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Annabeth asked, while Grover screamed "I KNEW YOU WORSHIPPED THE ALMIGHTY MEME DOGE AS WELL, MARY. MY LIFE'S WORK FINALLY CAME TRUE."
"Yeah, I have a boyfriend," Mary said, ignoring Grover. "Doesn't mean a girl can't live a little, you kno ;)?"
"How did you wink like that?" Grover said, Mary groaning bc no one would let her leave this stupid train car.
"I LIEK, DON'T KNOW, OKI BECKY?!" Mary yelled.
"…my name isn't Becky." Grover said, a hurt look on his face.
"Obviously. Ugh. I'm stuck with a bunch of idiots."
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.
Author's Note: Sorry for missing last Tuesday's update. I had all sorts of stuff going on Sunday through Wedsnday, and I thought I'd be able to cram in a few hours for writing a chapter, and it didn't end up happening. Wow though – longest chapter so far, I believe. Funny that's a filler chapter. That may say something about me… but whatever. At least it's funny (?). I would like to apologize for all the 4th wall breaks but I can't find it in me. We should have another update Saturday or Sunday though, so remember that.
Definition Of The Chapter: The Forth Wall.
The thin line that exists between a story and reality. When a character in a story tells the reader in some way that they know that they are a character in a story, that is called 'breaking the fourth wall'.
Character 1: The author is a jacka** who can't write me properly.
*Crashing noise*
Character 2: Well, there goes the fourth wall.
- Via Urban Dictionary.
Have yourselves a good day.
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