I'm not having very much luck with making new chappies for you guys. It's been hard and I'm out of ideas. If u have any ideas, you can PM me and I'll make a chappie but don't worry, I'll mention who gave me the idea. This isn't really Percabeth so up you don't need to read it.

Fred O'Neil's POV:

I walk into the Jackson household. It was the Jackson's anniversary and I'm babysitting there kids.

"Fred, remember if there is an emergency, the number is on the fridge" mrs. Jackson tells me.

They shortly leave after. For a little while, I sat in the basement and read my book but then I thought that it was kinda rude and I was supposed to be babysitting. I close my book and walk upstairs. I go into the family/living room. I see a girl sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching reruns of season 5 Glee.

"Hello I'm your new baby sitter!" I exclaim as I bend over to talk to the little girl about seven in front of me.

She didn't bother looking up at me. So I turned the tv off. She had an iPhone next to her. She wore a blue dress and had two curly dark brown pigtails in her hair. Her face had freckles and her eyes are a vibrant green. She only has a small smile on her lips but the smile went away when I turned off the tv. She blinks as if she didn't hear what I said, then she faces me and waves her hand with no expression on her face. This is weird, I'm usually great with little kids.

"Um... Do you need anything?" I ask her.

She stares at me. Her faces starts to have more expression. She looks at me and stares at me from head to toe, as if she wanted to make sure I was good enough to do her every bidding.

"Get me Cheerios!" Her little voice screams.

I run into the kitchen and find Cheerios on the marble counter. I pour a bowl for her and run back in and hand it to her.

"I want SQUARE Cheerios!" She argues.

Are there even such thing? I take the Cheerios back and oddly find square Cheerios in the cabinets above the fridge. I run back in and hand the the box.

"No!" She screams.

What else does this little girl want?

"I want hot chocolate!"

I make a cup of my mother's famous hot chocolate. I carefully walk back into the living room where the girl was sitting. She sat in the exact same spot. But something was different, I couldn't quite realize what it was.

I hand it to her carefully because it was probably hot for her, it's just a warm temperature for me. She looks into the cup. Then she throws the hot chocolate at me. It's not burning but I was drenched in it. I even had hot chocolate in my ear.

"What happened to your last baby sitter?" I ask her curiously, even though I don't really want to find out.

Then I see what was different, there was a blanket beside her with something under it. She pulls of the blanket, then points at the thing underneath.

It was a teenage girl about 17. I don't think she was breathing and she was lying very still on the floor. Without thinking, I asked:

"Should I be scared?"I ask the little girl but I already knew the answer.

She looked up at me with her fierce tiny evil little eyes and gives me a glare. She stands up to her regular 4ft 3 self. She walks towards me and puts a hand on her hip.

"I am your cutest nightmare. I will make your life a living hades" she tells me slowly. Then she walks back to her spot on the floor.

The doorbell rings. She apparently knew it was her parents so she immediately did a fake cute little girl smile and hand motioned me to go get the door. I quickly answered it.

"Hello" I say. I just really want to get out of here.

The little girl runs up to the door and jumps into Mrs. Jackson's arms.

"Mommy!" She yells. She smiles as she hugs her mom. Then she pulls away from the hug.

"I had so much fun with Fred! Can he be my baby sitter every time now?" She innocently asks. Then she looks back at me and gives me an evil glare.

"Sure if he wants to" Mr. Jackson tells the little girl.

"Uhhhh..." I say, then I just burst out the door. I can't take it anymore!

Little girl's POV:

"ugh, Victoria, what did you do this time?" Mommy asks me. Ugh I'm busted.

"Nothing" I hesitantly say but I know it won't fool my mom.

"I see..." She say curiously. She walks upstairs.

"Oh my gods Victoria that was an awesome prank!" My older sister, Beatrice says coming out of the living room.

"I know, we scared Fred to death!" I exclaim.

We laugh.

"Shh!" Beatrice says, still laughing "we don't want mom to hear".

"Oh I already have" mom says, walking down the stairs.

Double busted!