HAPPY HOLIDAYS MY LOVELY CHILDREN!
No, I am NOT LATE. Whatever are you talking about?To celebrate the joyful occasion of my rise from the dead (my cousins did a ritual. Thanks to those who donated. The goats were useful), I have a little story prompt~
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P.S. This is not part of my story, but it can be used in my other one - Love, Life, and Percabeth. Look it up and read it, please~
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Percy approached Annabeth's door with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a velvet box in the other.
He opened the door. "Hey, Wise Girl. Will you - what...?"
Annabeth sat on the sofa, chugging eggnog.
"Annie, Christmas is over..."
She sobbed into her bottle of eggnog. "No, it's *hic* not! IT'S NOT IT'S NOT IT'S NOT, AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME KELP HEAD!"
It was only then that Percy noticed the rest of the Seven hiding in the corners of Annabeth's living room, sitting on the floor with spilled eggnog and various sharp objects. They made shushing noises and violent gestures.
He sniggered at them and pointed them out to Annabeth.
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So, what happens next?
It's up to you, my dear wild savages. Comment if you will, and if you don't, and eggnog-hangry Annabeth will hunt you down. Whilst you do so, I will obsessively stalk the comments, and choose my favorite ending and never tell any of you. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Happy holidays~
