Percy Jackson Oneshots Of Mine

Percy's rampage

The Fates watched as they spun the strings of fate, working tirelessly into the future.

Clotho looked sad as she wove a very specific story. Atropos put her hand on Clotho's shoulder in a silent show of support.

Clotho continued weaving, wishing she was able to move herself forward in time, to the point where her and her sisters were called.

She wove the standard start and the standard middle. She only needed to work on the specifics.

A new kid came to camp. A child of Poseidon, by the name of Ryan.

Aphrodite had decided to meddle and taught him how to siren sing, but he would only be able to use it on one.

He turned everyone against Percy. Jealousy was his fatal flaw, after all.

He used his siren song on Annabeth. The final straw that broke the camels back.

He left. He... broke.

Clotho hated that part of the weaving. They had put Percy through so much. Why put him through more?

Because they had to. Lachesis took over the weaving.

He went on a rampage. Aphrodite, Dionysus, Ares, Zeus, Hera, Demeter, and Hercules were the gods to fall to him.

He killed half of the Hunters. He almost killed Artemis had it not been for Hephaustus's help.

Thalia lost her arm. Annabeth lost her love. Nico lost his eye. Tyson lost his brother. Jason lost a hand. Piper lost her vocal cords. Hazel lost Arion. Leo lost his leg. Frank lost an arm.

Sally and Paul were gone, their blood combusted. It was an accident. Percy couldn't control his powers at the time.

Atropos took over the weaving. Not much was left. Soon, it would be finished and hung up in HIS space, able to be used when needed.

Atropos had just finished when her sisters were called. She smiled softly to herself and flicked a switch, activating the automatons that would continue their job while they were busy.

She grabbed her sisters hands, and they flashed away.
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Percy was on his knees in the Olympian throne room, staring up and glaring at his once friends and family.

Annabeth sat where Zeus used to. The hierarchy had changed.

Frank took over for Ares, Hazel took over for Demeter, Calypso took over for Hera, Piper took over for Aphrodite, and Leo took over for Dionysus.

The rest of the Olympians were there, as well as Reyna, Chiron, Nico, Jason, Will, Tyson, and Thalia.

Percy glared at them all. Piper glared at him. She would never forgive him.

He spit on the ground. "Who's going to speak first? Oops, it's me."

Artemis slammed a fist on her throne.

"DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO, BOY!" She yelled.

He laughed. "I'm not a boy. I'm a man. I would have killed you had Hephaustus not intervened. These chains of his are the only things keeping me from trying to kill all of you."

He looked at Annabeth and scowled.

"Most of you."

Annabeth choked. "Why, Percy? Why would you -"

"Kill them?" Percy asked. "They deserved it. You all just got in my way. I wouldn't have hurt most of you had you left me alone."

"BULLSHIT!" Jason yelled. "You sought us out."