𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 ⁽ᵖʲᵒ ˣ ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⁾

᯾ 𝐒𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᯾

- 3rd POV -
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It was pitch black during the chilly night. Inside a cabin, a young (h/c) boy could be seen sleeping peacefully on his bed. His arms were squeezing a giant food plushie to the point that it looked like he was choking it.

His mouth could be seen nibbling on the plushie while in deep sleep, surprising that his teeth did not tear through the soft material. His face seemed to twist with a blissful dream about a large, endless stream of food, all for him to consume.

Unannounced to the unconscious boy, a certain blonde-haired girl was standing right outside his cabin. The girl quietly opened the door of cabin 13, trying her best not to alarm the (h/c) boy, who was in a deep sleep.

Her eyes could be seen narrowing down at the sleeping male, keeping her gaze on him as she quietly closed the door behind her, making sure not to alarm anyone else sleeping.

Her head turned side to side, making sure no one saw her. After the coast was clear, she carefully tip-toed to the vulnerable male, her foot trying to avoid any creaking sound from the wooden floor as she finally reached the male's side of the bed.

She loomed over his sleeping figure, noticing drool soaking into the plushie he held, causing her face to scrunch up before shaking her head. The blonde-haired girl sighed before grabbing the male's arm and shaking it.

"(Y/n)!" The girl said in a whisper-shout, aggressively shaking the male in an attempt to wake up the boy without being too loud. "(Y/n) wake up!"

Her last shout and push caused the sleeping boy to stir in his sleep, groaning as the girl shook her. The girl's grey eyes lit up, a grin of success appearing on her lips upon seeing the boy start to wake up.

- (Y/n) POV -

Your eyes shot up immediately when you could feel a sensation of shaking and faint shouting. When you opened your eyes, they burned from the lack of sleep. You groaned, your hand making its way to your eyes as you quickly rubbed them.

You turned your head groggily, wondering who could have awoken you during this hour, seeing it was still night. Campers should have been well asleep by now.

Your eyes tried adjusting to the dark, trying to make out the figure at the side of your bed, wondering if something had gotten into your cabin, but that possibility washed off since it seemed to know your name.

Once your eye adjusted to the dark, you could see the blonde, grey-eyed girl, Annabeth, your friend, standing over your bed with crossed arms and an inpatient look on her face.