Okay guys we have a problem. Only one of my headphones are working. This is bad.
But hey, who's read the Dying of the Light. First of, my favourite character was possessed, then went evil for two years, comes back, her boyfriends dead. Then she dies. Derek Landy, you do NOT take someone out for two years and five books, bring her back to life then kill her. FYI.
Okay you can stop listening now, and get on with the story. Also I'm running out of ideas, so either send in more or I'll finish at 12 chapters because I like 12.
Another thanks to Innoc3ntKitt3n for asking me to carry this on and getting 5,743 views.
Have a great rest of the day.
Grover was hungry. Very hungry. He'd eaten all of his tin cans and couldn't get anymore, thanks to Camp Half-Blood's 'New and Improved' instant refill plates that were locked up in the harpy's rooms, after the Stolls had stolen a cup and flooded most of the cabins with full-sugar.
Then he remembered the phone Leo had given him. It had looked quite good. He got up happily and started looking for it. He eventually found it but as he sniffed it, he was over come by a waft of strong goat-repellent. That wasn't the technical term for it but it smelt like pollution and car fumes and CO2 and lots more disgusting un-earth-friendly smells. He gagged, and went to throw it across the room but then the screen lit up. A new message flashed across the screen.
' .nymph and . .punk have nominated you for the IBC.' He muttered, he figured out it was Juniper and Clarisse (who else would have such a violent username?). Then he realised, if two people had nominated him, he would have to do it twice. Dam it. He sighed and went to gather the stuff.
He had borrowed a phone tripod from the Stolls who charged him 6 drachmas, which seemed a bit much, but if he didn't do it, Juniper would kill him, and then Clarisse would kill him. Which would hurt. A lot.
He switched the camera on; he swallowed and looked into the lens.
"I'm Grover. I have been nominated by Juniper, thanks for that by the way, and Clarisse. So, I get to do it twice."
He lifted his arms into the arms half-heartedly. "Whoop…" he deadpanned. Then, sighing lifted the heavy bucket up. Oh, wait nominees.
"Right. Umm, Thalia, you can do it. Artemis? And Gleeson- Coach Hedge." He nodded, satisfied, and then bent to pick up the bucket again.
The water sloshed over the rim and soaked his hands, running down his arms, tickling his armpits. He squirmed and realised that he'd let go of the bucket too late. The bucket whacked him on the head, sending him to the ground, his head bumped on the other bucket; somehow he ended up with his head in one bucket, his horns wedged inside, and the other bucket dripping out onto his bare back.
He sighed, vibrating the bucket and sending twangs of pain into his horns. He heard steps running up to him and felt relief flow through him. But then he heard who it was next.
"Hey, Grover did ya catch that on camera?" Great, Travis. Or Connor. Nope, definitely Travis. A hand came down and rapped hard on the plastic, sending further vibrations down the sides.
A second pair of feet ran up. Great, Connor was here.
"Grover?" okay, not Connor, it was that guy from the infirmary… Will that was it. He felt hands tugging at the bucket. "My horns are stuck," he informed Will.
"Hey, Nico!" yelled Will. A third pair of footfalls ran up. "Hey, Grover,"
"I'll go," and Travis walked away. Four hands helped him to his feet and led him gently to the infirmary. Will was talking to someone Grover couldn't see, which wasn't surprising seeing as he could only see red plastic and a tiny stretch of grass if he crossed his eyes down hard enough.
He was led to a bed and a machine started up. It sounded scarily like a chainsaw.
"Okay, Grover, this wont hurt a bit." Said Will cheerfully. But thanks to Grover's awesome hearing, he heard Nico from somewhere behind him. "Much." At that Grover started panicking; he flipped his head around, tilting his head up trying to see more of the world out side of the bucket.
"Grover!" yelled Nico, "Stop or you'll only see Juniper when I raise you from the Underworld!2 Grover froze. Then, the suspicious-sounding chain saw starting grating through the bucket. Grover tried not to scream like a kid. Then the bucket fell off, in two pieces. Grover looked up at Will Solace, holding a circular saw that was slowing down. Grover let out a manly- goatly squeak.
Nico hid a smile.
"Thanks," Grover said, his voice three octaves higher than usual. He got up with wobbly hooves. He walked out of the infirmary, with as much dignity as he could muster. Travis and Connor ran up to him, with deadly serious expressions.
"Hey, Grover. You know we lent you that bucket?" Travis said. Grover's stomach plummeted, the bucket they'd lent him? The one that lay in two pieces on the floor. Dam it. Travis caught his expression and coughed, holding out his hand. Grover frowned and sighed, he dug another six drachmas out of his pouch that hung on his belt.
"Pleasure doing business," they smiled and ran off.
Grover sighed. Bloody Ice Bucket challenge…