I Am Awesome: That was a weird ending.

In what way? *Laughs* You keep telling yourself that.

MarySuesRock: Yay are Persy and seawed finally togehter?

We'll never tell!

TOTESNOTAMARYSUE420: Yay! You wrote my request!

You're welcome.

Percy's Totes In Love POV

Seaweed and I were as happy as two people could possibly be, especially if one of the people was a piece of seaweed. What do you mean that I couldn't call us two people in love, who cares? We decided to head back to camp with everyone else.

"I think y'all are so durn cute!" Zeus thundered to me and Seaweed. Didn't he hate us up until a few hours ago? Oh well.

"I know!" Seaweed squealed back to him. I chuckled at the antics of my one and only. I couldn't wait to get married, which was a reasonable next step to just getting together. We had known each other for over a week, everyone could tell that we were in love, and after all, and it was high time that we tied the knot forever.

We crossed the crest (whew! alliteration!) of Half-Blood Hill. I was ready for the view of green grass and strawberry fields, so I wasn't prepared to see a bunch of werewolves.

There were screams from all around.

"But we only had one werewolf!" A girl shrieked. I recalled that they fed some people to a werewolf. But what could the connection possibly be?

"I understand!" An intelligent young boy said. "The werewolf didn't kill anyone! He just turned them into his werewolf army!"

"Well, that's not nearly as threatening as a zombie army," Beckendorf decided.

"Why?" Remus asked. "I think that they're both awful."

"But zombies are, like, dead and stuff."

Dead and Stuff! What a great band name for my new band! That's right, I was starting a rock band. We would tour the world, no that totally wouldn't bring unnecessary attention to me from monsters and people that would want to kill me.

"I guess that the idea of zombies also brings up existential fears of death and makes us remember that in a hundred years, we will be dead and look like the zombies. The werewolves are a lesser degree of the unknown," Nyssa decided.

We stoned her to death. "Enough talk! More killing!" I declared to universal cheers.

"We want our camp back!" Harley screeched in an adorable manner (since he was only 10, he was our mascot).

Together, we charged the werewolf army.

They charged at us.

We charged at them.

They charged at us.

Their teeth looked disgustingly non-white. Their blue fur shone in the purple sunlight. I was ready.

Then, five feet away from them, both of our armies stopped.

It wasn't intentional. We were frozen in time. I knew this somehow.

"Kronos!" Ares bellowed.

"No, it's not Kronos," Aphrodite said. "We'd know if it was Kronos. Our senses would tell us."

"Daniel Beeter!" Chaos declared, freaking out. "Percy, I thought you killed him!"

"I did!"

"You obviously didn't!"

"Why won't you believe me?"

"You're just an alpaca ferret!"

What? There were sounds of confusion. Chaos paled. "Sorry. I meant loser muffin."

I shook my head. "Whatever! What's going on?"

"How are we talking, anyway? Aren't we frozen?" Athena asked.

"It's me."

Out of a swirling tornado of sand, a figure rose. He had one normal hand with two rings on it, and one crab claw. His hair was a lovely shade of green-black that almost reminded me of...Seaweed's. I realized in horror that this human figure looked like everyone's favorite piece of Seaweed.

"Daddy," Seaweed whispered, horrified.

"Daddy?" I asked her, stroking her...hair? I'm honestly not sure, Seaweed's never been described in enough detail for me to know.

Why am I having so many twists and turns? Not A Troll! wondered. I need to finish this! I can't write another battle scene…

And suddenly, it came to her.

"You can't marry my darling girl," Seaweed's father declared.

"Daddy, no!" Seaweed whined. "I wanna marry Percy!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

We all jumped. Who knew that someone could pack so much anger into two caps-locked letters?

"Fine. I'll win Seaweed's hand from you," I said.

"Isn't that how you and Annabeth broke up in the first place?" someone asked.

"No. Different trope," I answered.

Seaweed's father laughed. "Well, I have the perfect challenge."

The ground rumbled again. I suddenly became very unsettled.

Seaweed's father smirked. "You will play me in a game of Revenge."

"What is Revenge?"

"What is Revenge, you ask?" Seaweed's father interrupted. "It's like dodgeball. But when you get someone out, all of the people that they got out come back in."

"Why don't we kill two birds with one stone and play the werewolves, too?" someone else asked.

Diabolical laughter came from Seaweed's father. "Excellent! Muahahahahahahahahah!"

"A bit excessive, don't you think?" Seaweed whispered to me.

"-hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-"

"Okay, seriously," I grumbled.

"-AH HAHHHHAHHAHAHAHHAAHA"

"Sir!" a man with a top hat said. "I'm going to have to ask you to stop."

"Fine!" Seaweed's father roared.

And so we started our game of Revenge.

Right off the bat, a werewolf got me out. I grumbled but went to stand on the sidelines, joining Tonks. But within ten minutes, that werewolf was hit out. I went back in, as did Silena and Clovis, who was soon knocked out again. I threw dodgeballs with such precision and speed that they broke the sound barrier, that knocked out ten of Seaweed's father's cronies all at once. Yes Seaweed's father had cronies, they were there, despite being never mentioned before. They were giant fish, but instead of having fins, they had body builder arms and legs. Seaweed's father's cronies went to the side lines.

"Stop saying Seaweed's father! It's too long and annoying to read, instead call me Algue, it'll save the readers time." I knew that meant seaweed in French, suddenly that one time I had briefly spoken French a few chapters ago suddenly had some relevance. I only knew French because a certain someone had always insisted that I learn it, the truth was… Bob was actually my long lost brother. We had been so close when we were young, but one day Bob got in an accident and got amnesia, he had forgotten me. Heart broken, I had left him in Jerbluiiss's care, hoping one day he would remember me.

I was so lost in my tragic past that I didn't notice the ball whizzing towards me. Suddenly, there was a loud pop and I flinched, but something stopped the hit. It was Bob! He had apparated in front of me to stop the blow. Tragically, he had been mortally wounded, I could tell that these would be our last moments together.

"But why Bob?!" I asked failing to hold back a sob.

"Because I love you brother." Bob replied, his voice starting to fade.

"You remember?" I asked.

"Of course, I remembered about an hour ago, I knew the only way I could redeem myself for forgetting you would be by saving you." He answered, as he said that, the light in his eyes faded.

"Bob, no!" I screeched in agony, tears began to fall. Tears reached the edge of my face and fell on Bob's corpse, but suddenly something changed. As the tears reached Bob's crust, they began to be absorbed, suddenly Bob began to glow! The whole room lit up with a bright light, and Bob's body began to float up in the air, I tried to reach up and grab him, desperate to not loose him, but my efforts were in vain. Suddenly I heard a voice from above.

"I have been so touched by your example of love most pure, in return I will return the gift of life to your recently departed brother." The light left just as quickly as it appeared. Soon the color returned to Bob's cheeks and he set up. I pulled him into a hug and he smiled.

"I'm back brother." He said quietly. I looked up to realise the other teams were staring at us, coughing awkwardly. I got Bob out of harm's way, and nodded to continue the game. I was fighting with renewed vigor, after all, I had both Seaweed and my Brother's love on my side, with that I was invincible.

But suddenly, I was once again hit. I groaned in indignation and went back to the sidelines. And everyone on the other team came back in! Yes, I had gotten all of them out! How unfair!

"Jailbreak!" the deus ex machina yelled.

And so it went on. I went and out several hundred more times. I loved and laughed and lied. Jerbluiiss and Bob took a small break to get married.

"Bob, I love you!" Jerbluiiss exclaimed. "Your near-death experience made me realize it! I can never let you go again!"

"I will be your baguette forever," Bob promised. I cheered. Zeus started to sob again. "So beautiful, ya'll!" I nodded in agreement.

"Whatever," Breaddonius deadpanned, looking bored.

We kept playing dodgeball. I got out, and stayed on the sidelines for several hundred years.

Days came and went like clockwork. It turned out that Revenge was a bad game to play, since it could last forever. There were times when it was down to only one player per team. But they always hit someone pivotal. No one was ever out for more than a millennium.

Societies came and went. We kept playing dodgeball. We had somehow all become immortal, even the werewolves. With the changing of the moon, they would turn human and then back again into werewolves. A few people got married and settled down with kids. While still playing dodgeball. Somehow. But through all this time, I never was able to marry my lovely Seaweed. How annoying!

Finally, the sun went supernova. All other human life had ended. But we were still playing Revenge.

"Well, damn," said Chaos. "We just wasted the entirety of the earth's life on a game of Revenge dodgeball."

"I feel like that's kind of pathetic, but whatever," Silena said. "Let's keep playing!"

But sadly, we could not keep playing! For we all died.

Just kidding.

Instead, Chaos took us all back in time to five minutes after the big battle had ended, and we played Revenge again.

And again.

And again.

And finally, Algue called it quits. "I can't take it anymore! This is the stupidest game ever!" he screamed in agony. "You can have her! You can have Seaweed! Just make it stop!"

Seaweed and I were going to be married! Hooray! We jumped for joy and danced around and recited Jabberwocky like normal people.

Unfortunately, the werewolves took their opportunity to attack.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" Annabeth screamed.

"We're tired of being used and abused!" one werewolf said.

"We want our home back!"

"Take it!" I offered.

"PERCY, SHUT UP!" said everyone else.

"Fine! Let's all just die then," I pointed out using my manly logical skills.

"We could just fight…" someone offered.

"I hate you! Of course we can't fight!" I countered maturely.

We ended up fighting. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" I screeched like a banshee. "Why can't we all just be friends?"

"That wouldn't be as cool," Seaweed answered. "I need coolness in my life."

She was right. So I used my powers as the god of Awesomeness and Cats to stop the fighting in a most anticlimactic way. Aren't I amazing, disappointing all of the readers like that?

Not A Troll! was too tired from writing and running to even concentrate on how stupid the chapter had been. She thought that she had lost Ann, but now she was hidden in an apartment that was dark and creepy. Not A Troll! just wanted to go home, but that wasn't an option.

'One more chapter,' she thought to herself. 'Then I'll turn myself in.'

Wow. We only have one more chapter to go. Happy New Year, everyone!