Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Slinky or X-box. THE END.

I loved the feedback I got from the first chapter so here's another one! Enjoy!

Nico POV

"Hey, Nico, want to come play X-box at my house after school today?" My "friend" Greg asked me.

Greg was a new student. My teacher, Mrs. Jones, decided that it would I would be the perfect kid to introduce him to the class. Of course, she wouldn't let me say no. So now I was stuck with this immature punk who constantly bothered me, but I "tried" to hide it.

You're probably wondering why I'm even in school in the first place. One word. Persephone.

Anyways, this kid finally convinced his mom to let me come over, even though I didn't want to go there anyways. She didn't like me, and the feeling was mutual.

"Um, sure, Greg," I said unhappily. I didn't know what an X-box was, but I heard a lot of kids talking about them in school. Maybe it was some new popular toy like the Slinky. Those things were so awesome. Or maybe it was a new board game.

"Awesome!" Greg said. That kid was too...cheerful.

My day went on being rather dull. Math, science, grammar, boring subjects like that.

The bell finally rang at 3:00PM. It was over! I was free!

Unfortunately, Greg found me before I could run away. "Let's go!" he said enthusiastically.

"Wa-hoo..."

As we walked to his house, Greg gushed about the new game he got for his birthday last weekend.

"It's so cool! I'm already on the 5th level! There's so much action and adventure and pure awesome-ness!" He told me.

I checked off what a X-box couldn't be. Slinky? No. Slinkys don't have levels unless he was talking about stairs. Silly-Putty? Definitely not. Board game? Possibly, but I've never heard of a game called X-box.

"So, are we playing that game or X-box?" I asked.

He stared at me like I was an idiot. "You play the game on the X-box. Duh." He rolled his eyes at me.

"Oh,"

The kid smiled again. "Oh, it's going to be so much fun!"

When we got to his house, he led me through the door and down to his basement. There were toys all over the floor. There were action figures, play guns, and...dolls. I hoped he had a sister.

"Check it out," Grep smiled, showcasing the weird white box thing beside the television.

"What is it?" I asked dumbly.

He rolled his eyes at me again. "It's my X-box. Are you sure you have never seen one of these before?"

I nodded.

He frowned. Why is this so weird?

Then he grinned. "Well, let's play!"

He pulled out to weird looking remotes with buttons all over them.

"What are these?" I asked as he handed me one.

"Controllers," he said.

"What?"

He sighed. "You use them to play the game."

"Oh,"

He turned on the television. Woah, it was in color! How did they learn to do that?

Greg pressed a button on the "X-box" and the screen changed. Now the word X-box filled the screen. This was weird.

So this is how you play. He ran through a list of instructions, as if I could remember them all.

"Got that?" He asked after yacking his head off.

"I guess," I said uneasily.

"Yay! Let's begin!"

The games was very strange, and I completely failed. I had no idea what I was doing. Greg was amazing at the game, but he did have an advantage. This son of Hades had never heard of an X-box in all 70 years of his life.

After a half-hour or so, I started to get a hang of it. And boy, was it cool. I realized what I had been missing out on. I have got to get my father to let me buy one of these. Wait...I can't. They don't have any electrical outlets in the Underworld.

Greg's mom said it was time for dinner, but I didn't want to eat. All I wanted to do was play this X-box game. X-box was my life.

"Nico, we have to go to dinner," Greg told me.

"I don't want to go," I said, not even taking my eyes off the screen.

"Nico," Greg persisted.

"Greg, get up here now!" His mom yelled.

"Nico!" Greg cried.

His mom then ran down the stairs. "Why on earth are you taking so lo-Nico! What is wrong with you?"

"This is such an awesome game," I mumbled, ignoring her.

"Mommy, what's wrong with him?" Greg said.

"Honey, I don't...I don't know," she grabbed my arm. "Nico, let's go. You've had enough."

"But," I started.

"Let's go!"

She dragged me upstairs, but I didn't want to go. I kicked, I screamed, I started tearing up. This woman had no right to take me away! I almost had the high score!

She continued to drag me out the door, onto their front yard.

"Go home," Greg's mom ordered.

I stood there dazed. I wanted to play X-box...

"GO!" She yelled and kicked me in the shin. Hello? Child abuse?

I slowly got up and walked down the street. After a couple blocks, I shadow-traveled into a garbage can.

I arrived in Hades' palace. Home at last. I sighed happily.

"Where have you been?" Persephone asked.

I shrugged. "X-box."

"What?" She asked, but I just walked away.

That was the last time I was ever invited to Greg's house.

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