[P.J X M/Oc] (Percy Jackson x male oc)
Sammy Stripe, a minor god kid who's been in Cabin Eleven for as long as he could remember. He gets an opportunity to meet and heal the mighty kid who killed the Minotaur.
When he is relieved of his duties as th...
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|Honey and Statues|
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———|Percy|———
They walked for another mile or so, when they saw lights up ahead. It wasn't fireflies, or bioluminescence mushrooms.
It was bright colors of a neon sign. And Percy could smell food. Fried, greasy, excellent food.
He hadn't eaten anything like that since he'd arrived at camp. They lived in grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph prepared barbecue. He missed his love. He missed his double cheeseburger.
They kept walking until Percy saw a deserted two-lane road through the trees. On the other side was a closed-down gas station, a tattered billboard for a 1990s movie, and one open business, which was the source of the neon light and the good smell.
It wasn't a fast-food restaurant like Percy had hoped. It was one of those weird roadside curio shops that sell lawn flamingos and wooden Indians and cement grizzly bears and stuff like that.
The main building was a long, low warehouse, surrounded by acres of statuary. The neon sign above the gate was impossible for me to read, because if there's anything worse for my dyslexia than regular English, it's red cursive neon English.
To Percy and probably everyone else, it looked like: ATNYU MES GDERAN GOMEN MEPROUIM.
"What the heck does that say?" Percy asked.
"I don't know," Annabeth said.
She loved reading so much, he'd forgotten she was dyslexic, too. He looked at Sammy, wondering if he clue. But Sammy gave him a small shrug. Meaning he didn't know either.
Grover translated for them."Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium."
Flanking the entrance, as advertised, were two cement garden gnomes, ugly bearded little runts, smiling and waving, as if they were about to get their picture taken.
Percy was the one who crossed the street, following the smell of the hamburgers.
"Hey..." Grover warned.
"The lights are on inside," Annabeth said. "Maybe it's open."
"Snack bar," Percy said wistfully.
"Snack bar," she agreed.
"Are you two crazy?" Grover said. "This place is weird."
The two ignored him. Sammy seemed stuck in a hard place, but he followed them like an obedient puppy.
The front lot was a forest of statues: cement animals, cement children, even a cement satyr playing the pipes, which gave Grover the creeps.
"Bla-ha-ha!" he bleated. "Looks like my Uncle Ferdinand!"
