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Chapter 35

"I think we should have a fake IM telling Mr. D that his punishment is lifted, and that he can go back to Olympus and drink wine again," Travis spoke with a grin, his pencil tapping against the paper.

"How can we make a fake IM?" Connor asked his older brother curiously, writing the idea down on the sheet of paper.

"We'll figure it out," the older Stolls shrugged before speaking. "Let's think of other ideas while we're at it."

Connor nodded, agreeing to the plan. Afterwards though, his mouth didn't open for some time; signaling that he didn't have any ideas. He banged his head on his bunk, and rubbed it afterwards. His face brightened.

"Mr. D's cabin..." Connor mused, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Yup," Travis nodded to his younger brother's comment. "How about, right after Mr. D figures out that his punishment is still there, we quickly put up posters and alcohol in his cabin like a sort of pub?"

The grin on Connor's face was all it took to confirm another prank idea.

"And the idea from last time," Travis continued, his face nearly splitting from the wide grin that took up space. "The 'touch wine, poof disappear' idea."

"That was a good one," Connor nodded his head. "Posters. We should have posters of Mr. D, and graffiti the cabin with his name spelled wrongly as well!"

"Mr. P," Travis gave his younger brother a high five, and wrote it all down on the paper in messy handwriting. He paused in mid-writing, and gazed at his brother. "That's actually a pretty cool name."

"You forget though," Connor took a sip of his smuggled coke. "It's also about the cabins, not all about the god."

"I have mixed feelings about thinking like Annabeth... More bad than good. If we were thinking like Annabeth, we wouldn't even be doing something like this."

"All agreed that thinking like Annabeth is boring?"

Four hands went up. The two Stolls put both of their hands up. Connor made sure that Annabeth wasn't going to barge in the door and give them a long lecture about what they decided on.

"All agreed then," Connor repeated, smiling like a maniac all the time, before sighing and banging his head on the edge of the bunk.

"You o-" Travis asked his brother through his laughter.

"Yes!" Connor interrupted. "Idea time! I was thinking we should have these-"

"All of the Hermes campers come to the amphitheater now!" Chiron commanded, his voice ringing out all through camp.

"Pictures using Photoshop to make this huge mural. Eight expressions of his face, with descriptions at the bottom saying: happy. Sad. Angry. Bored. Surprised. Tired. Guilty. Frightened."

Connor ticked off the expressions with his fingers, stopping once he reached to eight.

"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU RUNTS? HURRY UP!" Mr. D roared with a loudspeaker in his hand. He was shouting so loud, the Stolls jumped up in shock. "COME ON!"

"Let's go," Travis said hurriedly, jumping off his bunk and landing on the floor skillfully.

The younger Stolls nodded his head like a bobble head, and started sprinting after his older brother to see what Chiron and Mr. D wanted. He started to get more curious after he approached the amphitheater which had all the sons and daughters of Hermes in the seats.

Squinting, Connor made sure he got a seat next to his biological brother, before his mind wandered to pranking Mr. D. He remembered the way the god had yelled for all the campers to come and gulped slightly.

Afterwards, he realized that they had pranked the king of the gods' cabin as well- meaning he and his brother wouldn't have anything to worry about. If they could do Zeus, Hera, Artemis, and the other Olympians they had done, they could surely prank Mr. D.

"Out of all the brats I have seen in this camp, you have been the one I most-" Mr. D started, not bothering to start with a greeting and coming straight down to the insults.

"Loved ones of all!" Travis shouted, earning a glare in his direction.

"Lady Artemis has an announcement to make," Chiron corrected the camp director, cutting the god of his fury.

The Stolls both glanced to a figure they hadn't noticed, or hadn't bothered to look at before.

Artemis was standing there looking rather... Furious. Her expression was one of coldness as her gaze landed on each and every Hermes camper in the amphitheater.

Unsurprisingly, the goddess' stare was held the longest at the Stolls. The two brothers gazed back with a mischievous smile on their faces that looked innocent. It was not helping their 'I'm not the one that pranked your cabin' image at all.

"You think she suspects us?" Connor asked his brother as Artemis' eyes turned to another camper.

"Dunno," Travis whispered back with a shrug. "I don't think so."

"Travis and Connor Stolls are both the head counselors from the Hermes cabin," Chiron told the goddess. "Perhaps of you want to interrogate them first?"

It wasn't considered snitching or tattling. It was merely a suggestion, that happened to make the Stolls more nervous as the goddess nodded, with a face that clearly stated she didn't want to but had to.

"Good luck," one of the younger campers told the Stolls with a smile. "If anyone needs it, it's you two."

And just when the Stolls were about to ask her what she meant by that, Chiron called their names to the Big House.

"What do you mean?" Travis asked her quickly, curious to know more.

"I saw the way your faces look," the camper answered. "Way too angelic. I'd say if there was one suspect in camp that the goddess suspects, it has to be you two.

"TRA-" Mr. D shouted with his face red as he called for the Stolls.

"Lalalala," Connor muttered as he ran towards the Big House with his brother. "We're coming!" He responded with enthusiasm.

Travis laughed loudly, as he watched Mr. D's reaction to his brother's response. He nudged Connor to keep a straight face on as they neared the Big House's entrance. He took a deep breath. He had to admit, he didn't know what to expect.

So far, Travis had pranked only a few gods and goddesses along with his brother. Not once had he expected to get caught. He glanced at his brother who mirrored his expression as he stared at a piece of glass.

"Get ready," Travis mumbled to his brother. "I hope we don't get caught."

Connor nodded, showing his concern for both him and his brother as they stepped inside at the same time.

To them, it felt like a horribly clichéd movie. Artemis was sitting in one of those chairs with a hint of a scowl on her face. She clearly didn't want to do this.

"Years that's left until he goes back to Olympus!" Travis yelled right in front of the Olympian.

Connor knew what his brother was talking about immediately and grinned. The goddess however, was not amused. Her silver eyes looks downright intimidating as she gazed at the Stolls with what they hoped was an even expression.

"Good joke Travis!" Connor quickly covered up, laughing as he sat down on one of the chairs.

The Stolls forgot to bow as they stared at anywhere but the goddess as she opened her mouth to speak.

"The prankster," Artemis started, staring into their eyes. "What do you know?"

"We work and try to find the prankster Lady Artemis," Travis spoke for the both of them. "People in this camp are being stereotypical thinking it's us."

"They have a reason," the goddess spoke sharply, letting out a breath. "According to Chiron-"

"He's stereotypical too!" Connor interrupted, but felt like doing a face palm afterwards.

"You two are the main pranksters in the camp-"

"And that's what we were saying about everyone being stereotypical," The Stolls finished together, knowing very well that they could be turned into a jackalope any second from now. "You think we men are being sexist, well everyone including women can all be stereotypical."

No one except for some people liked to be proved wrong. In this case, that statement proved to be true as Artemis' face was scrunched up in anger.

As Connor liked to put it. It was the horse that saved us all, he thought with a relieved grin as he stared at the centaur standing at the doorway.

"If you're done, I have the rest of the Hermes campers here," Chiron spoke, glancing a knowing look towards the Stolls.

Clearly, Artemis wasn't actually done with interrogating the Stolls. Her eyes narrowed, but when she stared at the brothers who were drumming her fingers a little too innocently, she relented.

"Sure," Artemis sighed, breathing deeply as if she wasn't used to listening to a centaur.

A/N: Really sorry for the late update, I had writers block and have school, so my updates are going to be later than usual. I hoped you all enjoyed the chapter. If any of you have any ideas for Dionysus' cabin that would be appreciated. Thanks for all the support!

PhantomWhispers: Thanks for telling me, I hope this chapter was better than the last. And for your first question, they rhymed, except some hunters don't have the rhyming curse.