Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)

We Board the Monster Edition of Noah's Ark

Character Information:
(Y/N): Your Name
(L/N): Last Name
(H/C): Hair Color
(E/C): Eye Color
(H/L): Hair Length
(S/C): Skin Color
(F/C): Favorite Color
(F/F): Favorite Food
(F/D): Favorite Drink

Percy's POV

I was staring at the waves when (Y/N) appeared out of thin air next to me, causing me to jump a bit. Annabeth and Tyson soon ran up too.

"What's going on, Perce?" (Y/N) asked. "I heard you calling for help!"

"Me, too!" Tyson said. "Heard you yell, 'Bad things are attacking!'"

"I didn't call you guys," I said. "I'm fine."

"But then who..." Annabeth noticed the four yellow duffel bags, then the thermos and the bottle of vitamins I was holding. "What—"

(Y/N)'s face broke into a smirk. "Oh? What's all this? Planning on going to the Sea of Monsters, anyway?"

"Just listen," I said. "We don't have much time."

I told them about my conversation with Hermes and how he had basically told me to go on the quest even if it was against the rules. I even showed them the big cruise ship cutting across Long Island Sound—our first stop.

By the time I was finished, I could hear screeching in the distance—patrol harpies picking up our scent.

"Percy," Annabeth said, "we have to do the quest."

(Y/N) nodded in agreement.

"We'll get expelled, you know. Trust me, I'm an expert at getting expelled."

"So? If we fail, there won't be any camp to come back to."

"Yeah, but you promised Chiron—"

"We promised to keep you from danger. We can only do that by coming with you!" (Y/N) stated.

Annabeth nodded. "Tyson can stay behind and tell them—"

"I want to go," Tyson said.

"No!" Annabeth's voice sounded close to panic. "I mean... Percy, come on. You know that's impossible."

I wondered again why she had such a grudge against Cyclopes. There was something she wasn't telling me.

All three of them looked at me, waiting for an answer. Meanwhile, the cruise ship was getting farther and farther away.

The thing was, part of me didn't want Tyson along. I'd spent the last three days in close quarters with the guy, getting razzed by the other campers and embarrassed a million times a day, constantly reminded that I was related to him. I need some space.

Plus, I didn't know how much help he'd be, or how I'd keep him safe. Sure, he was strong, but Tyson was a little kid in Cyclops terms, maybe seven or eight years old, mentally. I could see him freaking out and starting to cry while we were trying to sneak past a monster or something. He'd get us all killed.

On the other hand, the sound of the harpies was getting closer...

"We can't leave him," I decided. "Tantalus will punish him for us being gone."

"Percy," Annabeth said, trying to keep her cool, "we're going to Polyphemus's island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k...a C-y-k..." She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could've been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops. "You know what I mean!"

"Tyson can go," I insisted, "if he wants to."

Tyson clapped his hands. "Want to!"

Annabeth gave me the evil eye, but (Y/N) put his hand on her shoulder in a calming way. "We don't have time to argue about all this. Besides, Hermes gave us four bags. He clearly meant for all of us to go."