Chapter 2: Annabeth Chase
Needless to say, Annabeth Chase had also been dragged in to the gods' self-interest activity, in which Hermes started calling it, "Apollo & Hermes: Mean Tweets, Mt. Olympus Edition."
Said demigod had been typing on Daedulus' laptop, rallying her thoughts on her computer notes about blueprints for the Big House, when all of a sudden, the same light which consumed and knocked out Percy also consumed and knocked her out. At least, for a little while.
Annabeth's vision blurred as she woke up, slowly lifting herself up to a sitting position on the floor. Looking around, she realised she was in a small bricked room, and she gasped. Had she just been kidnapped? Is she being held hostage? Oh gods… No, that couldn't be possible, she thought. I'm not bonded nor blindfolded. Besides, why would anyone at camp kidnap her in the first place? Maybe she had been summoned by the gods here, and perhaps this is somewhere in Olympus. Her eyes scanned the area… and stopped at where Hermes and Apollo had been sitting. She blinked.
"Lord Apollo? Lord Hermes?" She groggily sat up, still a bit dizzy from her falter.
"Yes, my dear Annabeth?" Hermes mocked in a voice that was supposed to sound like Athena. Apollo snickered beside him.
Annabeth narrowed her eyes.
Immediately, she stood up. "What's going on? Why am I here? And wait, why is there a camera?" She asked skeptically. Her vision suddenly started to become clear, her instincts now as sharp as dagger as her stormy grey eyes had a staredown with the tripod camera between the two gods.
"Lord Apollo, Lord Hermes, care to explain?" She inquired fiercely.
"Man oh man. Here she comes with the questions," the sun god whispered to the messenger god.
This is going to be a long day, Hermes thought with a sigh.
~timeskip~
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, I'm sure!"
"No one else did this before except me, right?"
"Err… yeah! No one else did it!" (Obviously a lie.)
"Okay. Lastly, I am NOT being video-recorded in public or live on Hephaestus TV, right?"
"Yes-yes Annabeth-"
"In any way whatsoever?"
"YES! Now can we proceed?!"
"No. Swear on the River Styx first, guys. You may be gods, but no one can break the Styx oath once one swears on it-"
"FINE. I, Phoebus Apollon, with dopey Hermes over here, solemnly swear that we shall not harass or video-record the all-knowing daughter of Wisdom for others' entertainment, blackmailing purposes, or to be put out in public. We will simply record in privacy for our own sake and entertainment. Together, we both swear in the River Styx." As the music god finished, thunder could be heard rumbling somewhere in the distance. The blonde god heaved a sigh. Indeed, a long day.
"Good. You finally memorized the oath I made you memorize after the seventeenth try. I'm glad, Lord Apollo," she said, rather amused. Sheesh. Who knew how feisty she was? After all the explaining needed to be done with Annabeth, who too knew that Hermes had fallen asleep on the god of poetry's lap now, and how it was much easier to convince her boyfriend to play along with their fun little task?
The blonde demigod sighed. "Alright, I'll read." Apollo pumped his fist in the air. "Yes! Now we just need to…" He looked down at his lap and heaved a sigh. He summoned a cup of water that magically appeared from thin air and splashed it on Hermes' face for the god of thievery to wake up. "WHAA-" Hermes jolted up, but then eased when he saw that the blonde girl was about to read. "Um… uhh, okay. Whenever you're ready Annabeth, read." She lifted up the golden Samsung Galaxy S3, then read:
" AnnabethChase. omgg ur boyfriend ttally sux & you shoud TOTALLY do a makeover or smth. gurl bey bye #architecturesux"
Annabeth didn't know what to think. She left out a huff.
"Well, what do you think?" Apollo inquired, a grin about to break free from his mouth.
"That… was...,"
"Yes, yes?!" said an excited Apollo.
"Terrible."
"Wha-?!"
Hermes sneered at Apollo, "I told you not to pick that one!"
In turn, the blonde god raised his hands up in innocence, sky blue eyes begging for mercy from the frustrated green orbs. "Hey, I tried y'know! It is a pretty mean tweet!" Although he couldn't help it, Apollo was already chuckling among himself.
The other god just rolled his eyes and smacked the sun god by the neck. Even though he's older than me, and used to be more mature, it's like our roles have been reversed, he thought. He makes terrible insults and jokes too. No wonder he can't court the ladies.
The demigod said, "Mean tweet? THIS is a mean tweet? Seriously guys?" She raised her eyebrow at them as she saw poor Apollo in a headlock from Hermes, while the messenger god was roughly brushing the sun god's hair.
The demigod then chuckled lightly to herself, obviously amused by what was happening. "You know, I don't care about peoples' opinions. But for the sake of your amusement, I'll say that this tweeter's opinions are completely foolish." She cleared her throat. "First of all, the spelling is truly worrisome, as I'm sure the person hasn't made it past the fifth grade. Secondly, one's take on architecture is a subjective point of view. To me, architecture is something that I deeply loved ever since I was a child; it is something that I'm willing to work hard in, something that I'm willing to bring my passion with and never give up; others' opinions are not of relevance to my ethical standards and branch of knowledge." She cleared her throat. "Third, Percy's the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. The kindest, dorkiest, most courageous person I know, who is a bit cocky, awkward, and sassy, but never failing to be the one and only Seaweed Brain in my life. Lastly, to say that I need a makeover… Ugh, I mean, UGH! Just whyyy? I'll do a makeover once I FEEL like I need a makeover. A daughter of Wisdom need not exaggerate herself's exterior through the use of materialism and facial enhancements. I only need makeup for special occasions, nevertheless I as of the moment, will not wear any makeup. Save that for the Aphrodite cabin. Any questions?" she finished.
Apollo laughed and gave a thumbs-up. "That… was... good."
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean to do an impromptu speech, but if you want my reply to that mortal, I hope you have taken down each and every word I just said. Now that's taken care of, I should be going now. I can't sit here all day and read mean tweets with you two mischievous gods, now can I?"
"Nope!" Replied both of the gods, grinning like maniacs.
"Oookay, anything else you need?"
"Well, there's nothing else, so you may go-"
"Can I get a back massage?" Apollo asked quickly.
Annabeth blinked. "Such maturity you have there, Lord Apollo. If you have any spare drachmas in your pockets, then maybe I'll give you one." Then she walked towards the exit door, which would teleport her back to camp, while Apollo was desperately patting his pockets, checking for any spare drachmas.
"Wait! How about you read one more tweet? Pleeease?!" Apollo called out in desperation. "Annabelle!"
Annabeth turned around just before stepping in. "It's Annabeth, 'Pollo. Or do you want me to call you Saturn V? After all, that rocket had significant importance to our Solar System. The rocket helped launched man to the moon, and the moon is part of the Solar System. The moon orbits the Earth, which orbits the Sun. Therefore, it is only fitting to call you Saturn V rocket." She smirked, clearly satisfied with her remark before turning to leave.
There was a long pause.
Then Apollo said, "She's feisty."
It was Hermes' turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah whatever, Saturn V rocket."
"Hey, don't call me that!" Apollo pouted like a five-year old. "That was so unfair of her to call me that. Why didn't they just stick to Apollo 11?"
Hermes facepalmed. "At least, the next time you choose a mean tweet, choose a really good one!"
"That wasn't mean enough?" The music god scratched his head.
The other god just sighed heavily. "No, it wasn't."
"Ohhhhhhh..."
"So next time, big brother, let me decide what mean tweet our victim will read."
"She's really cheesy naming me after a rocket."
"Not as cheesy as you picking the lamest, cheesiest Twitter insults for our demigods. Are you even listening?"
"Y'know, she also didn't have to call us lord," Apollo remarked.
Hermes pressed his palms on his forehead. "Let's talk about that topic after we talk about what good and terrible insults are like."
"But the one I chose was good! How dare you defy your older brother?" Apollo faked being surprised.
The messenger god subtly cocked his eyebrow. "Yeah? Well I'm choosing the next mean tweet. There ain't nothing you can do now."
Hey guys, I'm sorry it took SO long to update, but it is finally here. I've been so busy with everything, from school to watching anime and Game of Thrones, that I totally forgot about my story. This chapter with Annabeth? I actually wrote this over a year ago - about the same time I also last updated this story. This is my first time ever writing a fanfiction, and I guess also my first time experiencing a long writer's block. But here it is at last. Thanks for being patient. :D
I swear on the River Styx, that I'll complete the next chapter soon. This time, it'll be Grover Underwood's turn. Will he survive the mischief of the two most notoriously mischievous gods of Mount Olympus?