Hello and welcome to... a random collection of dark!Percy shitposting. I figured I should give you some brain worky stuff since I haven't been around nearly enough the past couple weeks (stupid parents stupid electronics curfew I'm almost sixteen wtflip). Here you go. Pick your favorite and I'll make it a full fic!
- Annabeth fell into Tartarus, and Percy didn't grab her in time. Nico is incapacitated, Hazel is too busy trying to get the statue into the ship. Water explodes from every near source, typhooning into a massive, perfect storm around the new crater; hurricanes and water spouts develop over Mare Nostrum; the fountains all across the city explode. Even bathroom pipes, sprinklers, water fountains. Everything that can be affected by his power is, and Poseidon, hundreds of thousands of fathoms away, doubles over like he's been stabbed at the force of his son's agony. Jason has to drag him back to the ship, Percy fighting like a madman the whole way. By the time Hazel manages to reassure him that Annabeth's soul has not yet entered the Underworld, Percy is slumped against the mast, silent and barely conscious. He has exhausted his powers and his emotions. Over the next week, as he struggles to recover, he blames himself incessantly for the outburst that left him unable to aid the others in searching for Annabeth. His emotions are a weakness. He vows, hatred churning in him like a whirlpool, to never feel again. And he doesn't. When they get Annabeth back, she returns to a very different Perseus.
- Tartarus affects people. We know this. Being a daughter of Athena, Annabeth is more naturally resistant to it's mind-bending properties than most. But Percy? Oh, his mind is an open book. He already thinks lowly of himself. He already doesn't believe in happy endings. His moral compass is already skewed. And Annabeth is forced to watch as her best friend, her soulmate, loses himself. At first she can ignore the signs. But one night, Percy is glancing up, and he mutters, "Poseidon can go to hell." She waits for a reaction, a joke, a laugh, something to break the harshness. But he does nothing. "Percy?" She whispers, wanting to get closer but not quite willing. She lays a hand on his arm. "Are... are you OK?" He doesn't look at her; is it just the cold light or are his eyes harder? "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Warning bells are going off. All of this, it's wrong, so wrong. "I could understand you saying that about Hera, or Zeus, but your dad? I thought..." Come on. She pleads in silence. Brush it off. Crack a smile. Instead he pulls his arm away. "I'm fine. I'm just sick of all of this." She knows he has every right to be mad at the gods, to hate them, but a part of her is thinking, Does he include us in that? She sleeps on the other side of the cavern from him that night. Over the next few days, he wavers, sometimes going back to his old self, sometimes a hard, cold, shell. Once he almost hits her, and with pleading eyes, shifting constantly, he whispers, "Help me." But what can she do? And when they finally, finally make it to the gates of Tartarus, he holds the door. "It's OK." He says, roughly wiping the tears from her eyes as the others watch in pain. "I'm already too far gone. Better for me to stay here where I can't hurt the people I love more." She kisses him in this last minute of clarity, and then the doors shut.
- When Annabeth dies, the skies darken. The wind howls. Tsunamis break loose. Raging storms cover the continent, centering over a small, empty field in northern New York. Gray owls flit from branch to branch everywhere. The world, for just an hour, dissolves into chaos. And at the very center of it all is one thin, ragged man in a blue cabin, sobbing and alone.
- The gang having a normal day and then all of a sudden Percy gasps and doubles over like he's been stabbed. The others rush over, but Percy felt something in his mind snap. It takes him a few minutes to speak; breathing past the pain. His empathy link with Grover has just been broken.
- Percy going almost mad after Annabeth dies and shutting everyone and everything out, taking revenge on everyone and everything who contributed to this horror. So much so that when he makes it to the Underworld, a mere few weeks after her death, he has earned himself a place in Tartarus, eternally seperated from the only one who could keep him sane.
- Percy jumping into the River Styx again, but this time, instead of love tying him to mortality, it's pure and utter rage.
- Percy trying to help Nico after he shadow travels just a little too far and being unable to, and blaming himself for the rest of eternity.
- Percy pulling Will away from another camper who desperately needs saving because one of his friends needs help and his fatal flaw is loyalty.
- Percy going by Perseus when he loses his memory, and being disgusted by his actions when he finally regains them.
- Annabeth practically moving in with Percy after the war with Kronos (to keep his mom company, of course), and when Annabeth comes home with ripped clothes and a haunted look, Sally knows exactly why Percy isn't with her.
- Percy knows how to braid hair, like, really well, and when Annabeth finally asks why he said it was because one time his stepdad broke his mom's arm and he had to do it for her.
- Tartarus smells like Gabe because it smells like the thing you're most afraid of becoming.
-Percy is deathly afraid of having kids because he's had it drilled into his head that, "like father like son", and between Poseidon and Gabe he doesn't want to make any child go through what he went through.
-After his mom dies he never eats blue food again.
That's all I got for now but there's definitely more in the brain. Any ideas?