Nico stumbled out of his cabin. He bumped into the veranda of the Dionysus cabin, before taking the right turn towards the Apollo cabin. He slowly knocked on the door. 'Hello? Will?' He heard some groaning and moving inside. Will opened the door. 'What's wrong, Nico?'

'We have an issue in the underworld and we need you.'

'So you want me to come over? At two A.M.? To settle a problem in Hades?'

'... I couldn't think of anybody else.' Will groaned.

'Wait, I'll just get my hoody.' Nico stopped him when he tried to walk back into the cabin.

'No, I still have one of those in my cabin. Come.' Will took a deep breath, but decided to follow Nico anyway. Maybe he could ask Dionysus and Chiron for some extra sleeping time the next day.

They walked down Nico's personal stairway to Hades and came out in his room in the Underworld. Will noticed there was a part of the nightstand missing. 'What happened?'

'Fred the hydra destroyed it. With venom.'

'What did Persephone think of it?'

'Not much - because I haven't told her yet.' Will decided not to ask anymore questions. Underworld dynamics were still partly a mystery to him. Nico ushered him to the hallway and towards his fathers' throne room.

Will heard flards of music coming from the throne room. Close to the throne room was a window looking over the Fields of Asphodel. Outside, he saw the ghosts... dance?

'Are they... waltzing?'

'Yes. I swear it wasn't my fault. Lee turned on the radio.'

Will looked at Nico. For a few seconds, he listenend very closely to the music he was hearing. 'Do I hear the Danse Macabre?'

'Yes, why else would the ghosts be waltzing? They don't do that with other music. Have you never turned that song on while in the upperworld? It attracts ghosts!'

'Wait, like... for real?'

'Yes.'

'... I thought that was just my imagination...'

Nico sighed deeply. He grabbed Wills' hand. 'Will, of course it is not just imagination. When was the last time something in the mythological world was just imagination?' Will honestly didn't have a rebuttal to that.

The music was the loudest in the throne room. Will stood still and took a moment to read the room. Hades was lashing out at Castor and Lee, who looked afraid. Silena was desperately trying not to laugh right in front of Hades and Persephone, Beckendorf and Persephone were trying to get the radio to stop. In the back, a few servant ghosts were whispering to each other. A few skeleton guards stood by the door, with no idea what to do. Thanatos was looming around the room.

Will took a deep, deep breath. He tried to mentally prepare himself. 'Alright, what is going on?' He asked, trying to make his voice loud and clear enough for everyone to hear it and listen to him.

Of course it didn't work. Who was he kidding? Hades started yelling even louder at Castor and Lee (Will noticed the lord of the Underworld was almost in tears at this point). It made Silena burst into laughter for real. Beckendorf turned towards them. 'Will! Nico! Could you get the radio tool from our house, please? I may be able to turn it off!' Will opened his mouth to say something back, but Nico already pulled him along.

'Why don't we wait until it stops?' Will asked.

'It is playing on a loop,' was Nico's very simple explanation that Will could have thought of himself (He was there when Leo played Toxic on a loop for hours, come on, he knows it only gets annoying after the third time). They walked out of the palace without much hurry. They would get to Beckendorfs' house eventually, maybe before Hades killed Lee and Castor a second time.

The music was somehow being broadcasted in the entire Underworld, even in Elysium. While they were still strolling through the fields of Asphodel, they noticed that even though most ghosts were dancing with someone else, some of them were just floating around on their own. 'Huh. I wonder if that means something,' Nico whispered. Will shrugged.

'Could be, but what?'

'No idea. Come, we need to find something in Beckendorfs' messy parts of his and Selena's house.' Will nudged his hand.

'Yeah, that is going to be a challenge.'

'You know, I forgot that he hadn't specified what radio tool he needed,' Will muttered, while he and Nico were staring at Beckendorff' staggering amount of tools - some of which might be related to Radio's. Nico sank down onto the floor, defeated. 'Gods, help us.'

'I think only Hades can help us in here, and he won't,' Will remarked, while scanning a small pile of screws, screwdrivers and hairdryers. 'It looks like he has everything laying around in piles, but the places of the piles aren't very logical.' Nico looked at him from his place on the floor.

'Can you help me up?'

'No.' Will stared right back at him.

'I feel betrayed.'

'Nico...'

'I mean, I thought we had a trusting relationship, you know...'

'Neeks?'

'If you fall, I will catch you...' Will sighed deeply and stretched out his hand. Nico took it and got up. 'Thanks!' Nico held Wills' hand slightly longer than necessary. He knew Will wouldn't be angry after that. 'Alright, so, hairdryers and screws are over there, right? I think I see the ballpoints, glasses and ink right there...'

It took them thirty minutes, but they managed to find a few things that might be the radio tool that Beckendorf meant. Nico yawned. 'Hm. I'm tired.' Will grinned in a not very comforting way.

'You're tired? Alright.'

'Yeah, yeah, sorry I woke you up. Come, we need to make sure Castor and Lee aren't being damned to Tartarus.' Will had no arguments against that. He didn't want Lee to be damned to Tartarus (and neither did he want Castor to be send to Tartarus, of course).

Those worries didn't stop them from walking back to the palace like they were taking a pleasant walk down the aisle... I mean in a beautiful meadow. The Danse Macabre had started all over again. The ghosts were still slowly moving around the fields of asphodel. A few ghosts were standing on the field like they didn't know what to do with the music - Nico noticed those were the ones wearing fashion from the Roaring Twenties.

'Hey, only the people in Charleston clothes are looking confused about what to do,' Will mentioned. 'Why not all of the people who aren't from the victorian age?' Nico shrugged.

'Don't know, but I do know that the twenties were pretty wild. Maybe they just cannot function outside of that.' Will shrugged. He had heard weirder explanations than that.

'Beckendorf?' Nico yelled. The dead son of Hephaestus looked around the corner.

'Hey, do you have it?'

'Are Castor and Lee banned to Tartarus?'

'Not yet. Hades send them to their rooms, though. Silena and I think they are locked in there, otherwise they would have come out by now.'

'Sound logic. Here... we got this... and this...' Nico started to throw all of the Radio tools they had found onto the floor. Beckendorf stared at all of the stuff that was piled on the floor. 'I eh... I really should have explained what type of tool you needed, didn't I?'

'Yeah, we still wouldn't have understood and would have brought you this,' Nico answered, while pointing at the pile. Beckendorf didn't answer. He rummaged through the pile of tools. Silena popped her head around the corner.

'What is all that?'

'My radio tools,' Beckendorf answered. Silena opened her mouth, but closed it immediately after. She leaned against the wall. 'Yeah, I should have cleaned it up,' Beckendorf answered her silence. Silena shrugged.

'Your words, not mine.'

'Isn't it that thing?' Nico said, pointing at a random thing in the pile that looked exactly like three other things that were also laying in the pile. Beckendorf shook his head. 'No, the correct tool looks similar to it, but it isn't that...'

'What are we even seeking? A radiostopinator?' Will asked.

'The concept of a radiostopinator, but nobody ever gave it a name, so it isn't called that,' Beckendorf answered, while pushing some things aside.

'That means we can start calling it a radiostopinator,' Nico mentioned, not to be annoying or anything. Silena rolled her eyes. Beckendorf opened his mouth and said something, but what he said is completely lost to the void, because the Danse Macabre was suddenly turned up to eleven in the throne room next to them.

If you have never seen Hades glide down a hallway at top speed, take a moment to appreciate that, because it is creepier than watching a horror movie on your own when it is friday the thirteenth. He sped into the throne room, yelling something incomprehensible.

Nico peeped around the corner. Hades was looking around the throne room - but there was nobody. Nico blinked.

Hades stopped pacing around. He turned towards the entrance of the throne room. 'Thanatos...' Nico heard him whisper. Nico felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked around. Will stared at him. 'Did you hear the evil laugh?' He asked, with a loud voice.

Nico shook his head. 'No, but it is definitely Thanatos' laugh,' he screamed back. 'Beckendorf, do you have the Radiostopinator yet?'

'It isn't a radiostopinator, but I have it!' Beckendorf yelled back. He walked into the throne room, where Hades was now sitting on the floor looking like this was the most inconvenient thing that had happened in a few yearhunderts.

It took Beckendorf all of five minutes to turn the radio of, leaving it thoroughly destroyed, but Hades couldn't care less about it at this moment. He could always commission Beckendorf to make a new one, after all, and the Danse Macabre was finally gone and didn't give him a pounding headache anymore.

After quickly saying their goodbyes, Nico and Will went back to the upper world. Nico looked out the window while they were walking down the corridor. The ghosts had stopped dancing. They all seemed really confused about why they had started dancing in the first place. Nico took a deep breath.

'Alright, that's fixed. I will sleep so good the rest of this night.'

Will snickered softly. 'Shall I stay with you?'

'That's not necessary,' Nico answered. Will pulled him closer.

'Of course it is. I need to put a new hoodie there.'