νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 1-16: What a dumb cunt

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I tried to tell Annabeth, but noooooo. She chose to blow me off for some song. It seemed like she realized it when she almost blabbed about her mom being Athena.

Our hostess just smiled. "You have good taste, my dear. I'm so glad you've come. My name is C.C."

The animals in the corner cage started squealing. They must've been guinea pigs, from the sound of them. We introduced ourselves to C.C. She looked me over with a twinge of annoyance, like I might get in her way. I doubted she knew I was dead.

Some of you may be wondering, How do these big powerful beings not know you're dead?

Answer; I am literally a walking lie. My own mother helped Hera fool Semele into asking to see Zeus's divine form (not cool of her, I know, but my mom kind of sucks), so I kind of fool everyone I meet. Even when I was alive, I was such a walking lie, my demigod scent was naturally masked. Why do you think I never encountered monsters?

"Oh, dear," C.C. sighed as she looked at the others. "You do need my help."

"Ma'am?" Percy asked.

C.C. called to the lady in the business suit. "Hylla, take Annabeth and Tempest on a tour, will you? Show them what we have available. The clothing will need to change." She pointed at me, then at Annabeth. "And the hair, my goodness. We will do a full image consultation after I've spoken with this young gentleman."

"But..." Annabeth's voice sounded hurt. "What's wrong with my hair?"

I looked at C.C., then at Annabeth, not seeing was C.C. saw. I mean, sure, Annabeth's hair was poofy and untamed, and had a bunch of old sticks and stuff in it, but I didn't really see too much wrong with it. I've always thought she had pretty hair.

C.C. smiled benevolently. "My dear, you are lovely. Really! But you're not showing off yourself or your talents at all. So much wasted potential!"

"Wasted?" I scoffed in disbelief. I felt like she was just saying this because Annabeth wasn't wearing nice clothes or something. I felt like it was utter bullshit, really. Annabeth was a lot prettier than C.C.

"Wasted...?" Annabeth murmured.

"Well, surely you're not happy the way you are! My goodness, there's not a single person who is. But don't worry. We can improve anyone here at the spa. Hylla will show you what I mean. You, my dear, need to unlock your true self!"

I rolled my eyes. Annabeth's eyes glowed with longing, which made me stop. I'd never seen her so much at a loss for words. "But... what about Percy?"

"Oh, definitely," C.C. said, giving me a sad look. "Percy requires my personal attention. He needs much more work than you."

I expected Percy to throw hands with her or something, but he just looked sad, like he couldn't believe he disappointed C.C.

The guinea pigs squealed like they were hungry. 

"Well..." Annabeth said looked up at me. "I suppose..."