Everyone starts freaking out. Candy and Dipper are all sweaty, and Annabeth is looking at Luke for advice. And you'd think that brave and handsome Travis would come to her rescue, but sadly, I was more concerned about the three old ladies floating above us.
"Well, looks like another foolish child decided to eat the fruit. Sadly, it's made for gods, so you'll probably burn out before becoming trapped down here forever as Hades's servant," the one in the middle scowls as the identical two cackle. "Furies," Annabeth mumbles to herself.
A man I think is Hades appears out of nowhere. He's got a bushy beard and black clothes. Since I'm in the Christmas spirit, I could say he resembles a goth Santa.
He starts rambling, "You've eaten it?! Geez, don't you see the sign that says: Don't eat the pomegranates!? This is terrib-"
Mabel vomits up the fruit all over the ground. Ew. "I hate pomegranates! I thought these were deformed apples or something!" We all stare at here in disbelief.
"Well, I've never seen anyone vomit up sacred fruits of the Underworld," he looks at the Furies who reluctantly clean up the pink mush.
"Lord Hades, why are you in Gravity Falls's Underworld? I thought you didn't like it here," Luke comments.
"Well, I like Gravity Falls in the holidays. Halloween and Christmas go well together. I must admit, the jack-o-melons are very nice," Hades gestures to the statues of watermelons with some of the most gruesome faces I've ever seen. "Lord Hades, the Time Baby said that a guy named Robbie could help us cure Apollo. We think he may be down here," Annabeth tells the god.
"Oh, him. He came to me, thinking that I'd allow a zombie into my palace. Well I did. He's rotting away in a dungeon. Well, I think he is. Do zombies just lay in a prison forever? I'm not sure, it was never brought up by the Greeks," he casually replies. Wow, this is weird.
Annabeth gulps and timidly says, "Lord Hades, please let us find him. Apollo-"
"Yeah yeah, I know he's going to kill you. That's not my problem though. So oh well. Now I'll have to trap you all in the dungeons," he announces.
"Please Lord Hades, maybe we could do something for you! Maybe Travis could give you a foot massage?" Luke asks. I shake my head. I'd rather rot in a dungeon than rub a smelly old man's foot.
"Well, I do need an autograph from Mickey Mouse at Disneyland. Persephone's been bugging me for the past few months to take her on like a date there, but I'm no fan of happy magic or giant rodents. You can have three people go to Disneyland and get the freaking autograph," Hades tells us. Wow, just get a mouse's autograph? Piece of cake. And I've always wanted to go to Disneyland. Maybe steal some of the overly expensive merchandise there. I'm about to volunteer when Annabeth says, "Luke, Dipper, and I will go. Dipper and Mable have been there since they lived here in California, but we need boring logic today. Sorry Mable, you need rest. The pomegranate burned you out. No offense that I called you boring Dipper, it was a compliment. Believe me, people say architecture is boring."
I'm about to object Annabeth's choice, but Hades nods and snaps his fingers. Then Mabel and I grab each other as we plunge into the darkness for the second time today.
I'm sorry for not updating, but there's been a lot of problems with my life... I have three incomplete stories, so I'll be updating one of them each week, so it might be a while until I update this one again. For all Gravity Falls and Tratie of Percy Jackson fans, you should check out my other stories! I'll be updating my Gravity Falls one next week.
