The Fandom Universe Theory

SWEET SALLY!

I don't own PJO; advengers; KC; or any other fandom! The only thing I own is my theory! Deal with it! Also question: would you sing the media out loud and in public?

ALSO THIS STORY AND CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO PoprocksMcMagichands and @ATB8501 for
-Letting me use them as characters
-being awesome
-listening to my endless dramas
-being the beautiful and a-dork-able people that they are!
I ❤️💛💚💙💜 U GUYS!

My P.o.V.
It was was an ordinary day for a genius; gorgeous; famous; rich Movie star/model like myself! JK! 😜 I'm just your normal, intellectually above average, short for her age 😔, 16 year old girl! And it did started as a very normal day for me. I was walking to lunch with my two best friends/wattpaders PoprocksMcMagichands and @ATB8501. I was excited because I had finished polishing off the details of my Fandom Universe or F.U. Theory and was going to show them the finished copy. We were about to find a place to sit down when...Poof. (Be the first to Comment what book series I got it from and you'll be in the next defication!) Suddenly I saw the Brooklyn bridge. I squeezed their hands the same time they pinch each other and me. Ow! We squeaked. So what are the chances where all having the same crazy hallucination? ATB started to pull on my sleeve with her free arm. The way a little kid pulls on they're parents' when they go to the store. But I was completely frozen at the sight of the bridge and was too busy trying to figure out what going on, which was hard enough without being on the verge of a PANIC ATTACK! Now your probably thinking we're overacting! But in our defense. I can see the GATE WAY ARCH on the bus ride home everyday so ya! I THINK FREAKING OUT IS A FAIR AND NORMAL REACTION! So I was wondering what in the...SWEET SALLY! ATB8501 physically turned my head in her direction. I stared in horror, at what I saw. A girl with flaming hair, and mis-match legs. She wore a cheerleader outfit and had her name stitched on in cursive. TAMMI! So the we did the second most sensible thing to do in that situation. We ran as fast as we could in the opposite direction, and hoped she didn't see or notice us. We pasted a giant black dog, the size of a tank, chasing a truck, girls coming out of trees and then turning into them, and men without pants who had furry legs! Now the fact we got to Central Park amazed me because me and my friends no offense but we're not athletes and I'm pretty sure the Brooklyn bridge isn't less than a quarter of a mile away! Adrenaline maybe? Anyway we were trying to catch our breaths. We were sitting down with our backs against a big oak tree near a lake. Not many people were around. Just a few joggers and some old ladies feeding the pigeons but I was still wary. And if what I think happened is happening I have ever right to be! After like 10 minutes we catch our breaths, again not athletes! Or rather at least enough to talk. I look at my best friends. I don't know how bad I look but if I looked anything like my friends, and I mean this is the most loving way I possibly can! I. LOOKED. TERRIBLE! Poprock's brown almost black frizzy curls were tamed by the sweat and sea breeze from earlier, ATB's short blonde-ish brown hair was plastered to her forehead. Her face was flushed and was about halfway between Titania Scarlet and Dragneel Salmon but not quite Sherry pink, if you know what I mean! 😉 (BE THE FIRST COMMENT WHAT I FANDOM I GOT IT FROM/ EXPLAIN WHAT I MEAN AND YOU'LL BE IN THE NEXT DEDICATION!)
Which dramatically contrasted her otherwise very fair complexion. She was shaking. From fear or from the cold I couldn't tell. I looked at our outfits. Our school has a dress code instead of uniform, so we aren't wearing plaid skirts and Blazers, or anything like that fortunately. What we were wearing what actually could be considered normal everyday clothing. Poprock was wearing a gray polo with a cute black vest, black pants that flared out at the ends, now damp and muddy from stepping in a dirty puddle on the way here, and open-toed strappy heels. Her skin, usually the color of coco power, was at least 4 shades lighter than usual, again from the fear or cold I could not tell! ATB's wore a blue sweater, a pair of blue leggings with a black skirt, and wedged galaxy converses. I was wearing a light silver tank top, a maroon (read faded and borderline pink) button up, a cute 'double skirt', which is a skater skirt on top with a skirt with pockets underneath that makes the top skirt poof out slightly giving it a Cinderella look, a pair of grey and pink striped knee socks, which when paired with the heeled combat boots I was wearing, gave me a preppy witch look. I pull them into a hug, which they gladly returned. I dug through my backpack and hand her my one of my school hoodies. She nods her head and shakily puts it on. I draw up the hood over her head. I noticed her eyes seemed a little different. Usually they have this 'exploded blue paint' color that if she wore black eyeliner would only make them even more startling and eye catching, maybe even borderline Thalia Grace...Stupid ADHD...oh sorry did I forget to mention I have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or ADHD for short...
UHG! Off topic again! Anyway instead of the usual blue, they looked like they were made of Emerald or Amethyst, in other words they kept shifting from Vibrant purple to a stunning green and then back again. I blink a couple of times. They looked normal again but I couldn't get that image out of my head. I offer Poprocks my two other hoodies that I was really glad I brought that day. She chose the Gray one and I pulled on my choir hoodie that has my name on the back. I leaned back against tree, which surprisingly felt warm. "Okay, look we all saw something." I say pausing, for a to make sure we're all on the same page and saw the same thing so we know we're not crazy." I say eyeing them both. They nod in agreement. I take a deep breath and continue. 'So on the count 3, we all say what we saw they caused us to run here. Kay?' I asked double-checking. They nod again. I take a deep breath. "1-2-3-Tammi, the Empousa!" We look at each other's in fear. 'Next thing on three again?' Poprocks suggested. I nodded. 1-2-3-A hellhound that could've been Mrs. O'Leary!' Yikes! 2 for 2! I think fearfully. 'And since we've been in the the park?' ATB squeaked. "1-2-3-Nymphs and stayrs! Ahhh!" We looked up to the sky. And sure enough over the tallest building, the Empire State Building, was a mountain with Greek temples on it. 'Mt. Olympus?!?!' We squeaked. Panic attack coming back! I thought myself slightly delirious. I did my best to pull it under control, I may not look like it being the shortest in the group at 4'11, and yes that's how tall I am, but I am the oldest at 16! And though they'll probably see right through me being the best bestie's that they are, I have to at least, pretend to be calm. Because if NOTHING ELSE they'll see that if I can seem to be calm and cool under pressure in this type of situation, when the only thing I want to do is pass out, pretend it's just a bad dream, and hope my unconscious body, doesn't slow them down too much. If I can resist the urge to do it, knowing that out of all of us I'm the easiest to carry, then hopefully they'll try to do the same! I think...I'm snapped out of my thoughts as a piece of paper hits my face. I realize it's a map of Central Park and show to them. We look at it and manage to figure out where we are. Now your probably thinking, 'that's great 'Gemma!' And it was...expect for a few things. For starters we realized the lake we were near wasn't a lake but a resivoir. 'Well why would that matter?' You may ask. Well it was because it was the same one on the map of my paperback copy of TLO! And if you're completely up to date in the word of Uncle Rick, like I am you'd know WHY it was marked on there. We turned around slowly to check our theory! Larger than 10ft in diameter, very tall and old looking, and it was warmer than the air around it. Hyperion! We screamed, grabbing our stuff, we started to run. A large black shadow passed over our heads and landed 5 yards in front of us. We stopped cold in our tracks, a small whimper of fear escaped from my mouth. It was a hellhound, possibly the one from earlier, possibly Mrs. O'Leary, but none the less we ran. We ran as if the existence of everything A-DORK-ABLE DEPENDED ON IT! *cue heroic music*