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(L/N): Last Name
(H/C): Hair Color
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(F/F): Favorite Food
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Percy's POV
The (H/C) dude seemed cool enough, but he also sounded really uninterested. And the way Mr. Brunner—I mean Chiron—talked made it sound like I'd be stuck with him for a while.
He looked to be about a year older than me with (H/L) (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, and (S/C) skin. He was also a few inches taller than me. He wore an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt with a (F/C) jacket over it and blue jeans.
We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the Minotaur horn I was carrying. Another said, "That's him."
Most of the campers were older than me. Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I wasn't normally shy, but the way they stared at me made me uncomfortable. I felt like they were excepting me to do a flip or something.
"You've been the talk of the camp for the past couple of days," (Y/N) turned and looked at me. He eyed the Minotaur horn.
Earlier he said I stole his kill. I had no idea if he was being serious or not, but I hope he was being sarcastic.
(Y/N) smirked at me. "I don't bite, Percy. You look scared. You killed the freaking Minotaur. I must look like a pipsqueak compared to him."
Compared to the Minotaur, then yeah, he looked like a pipsqueak. But if you compared him to me, I looked like the pipsqueak. He looked really tough, while I must look like a wimp to everyone else.
"You can speak, you know. If we're supposed to be 'buddies,' as Chiron put it, you'd best get talking," he smiled at me, which calmed me down a little bit.
I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I'd realized—four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something caught my eye, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct impression I was being watched.
"What're you looking at?" (Y/N) appeared over my shoulder, causing me to flinch. I nearly dropped the Minotaur horn.
"Geez, you're really jumpy. Although I guess I can't blame you." He cracked a grin.
"Wh-What's up there?" I managed to get out, looking at the attic of the farmhouse.
(Y/N)'s grin faded. "Oh, that's just the attic."
"Somebody lives there?" I asked.
(Y/N) stared at me. "No. Nothing alive lives there." He then turned and motioned me to follow.
I didn't know whether to believe him or not since I swore I saw something move that curtain.
"Come on, Percy. No need to be shy," he said, the joking part of his personality seemed to come back.
We walked through the strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while a satyr played a tune on a reed pipe.
(Y/N) sounded bored as he told me that the camp grew a nice crop for export to New York restaurants and Mount Olympus. "It pays our expenses, and the strawberries take almost no effort."
He sounded like he was reading note cards in the most monotone voice imaginable.
"Sorry," he apologized. "This isn't the most interesting of things here."
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) has been at Camp Half-Blood all of his life and yet he still has no idea who his godly parent is. However, when a boy appears at camp, (Y/N)'s world is turned upside down. The boy is special and is part of a big prophecy involving the fa...
