"PERCCYYYYY!"
Annabeth stood on her couch. Her heels were on and her make-up was on point. She knew how much Percy always enjoyed it when she made her presence known.
"Ugh where IS he?" she whined, looking dejected.
Slowly the door to their den opened.
It was her one-and-only, dressed in a charming cardigan and scarf.
"Percy, I'm so happy to spend some.."
Her voice trailed off as she realized Percy was holding a small handgun.
"Percy, why on earth do you have..."
"Fuck off"
"Percy?"
...
Soon, Percy had tied Annabeth up and had her sitting on the floor next to their charming fireplace.
"Mfmfmf" Annabeth tried to say behind her taped mouth.
Percy blah blah blah sprayed gasoline everywhere blah blah you get the idea
he lit a match
Fear swelled up within her like helium filling a balloon.
percy left the room
whatever
annetbebeth exploded. it was a gore volcano. a gore volcano of Annabeth.
yeah
who cares