Percy had had the last straw with this kid.
It's enough to beat the schist out of him, but to steal his sword and almost kill him? All Percy wanted to do was drag the little jerk to the bottom of the canoe lake and strangle him.
*trips on cinder block*
*falls face first*
Percy looked up from the five-star view of the ground, to see what Leo might describe as the opposite of the Super-Sized McShizzle of a building job. Annabeth might call it an architectural failure. Percy called it a tripping hazard.
Whatever on Tartarus it was, Percy had a feeling that the Son of Hermes that he had a bone to pick with was in there.
Percy decided to go in, and he knew he was gonna snap at the kid.
No one, not even Hermes himself, would get away with stealing from the Son of Poseidon.
Turns out that Piper and Annabeth had the same idea. Too many of the campers in their cabins had
Lee:
*looks up from knife sharpener*
*sees Percy*
*long string of curses*
Lee knew that this was the end.
There was no escape from Foxy this time.
Lee was just about to throw every sharp object, but then Foxy spoke.
"Give me my f****** sword back, Lee. Unless you want the last thing you see to be the bottom of the canoe lake."
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FanfictionNever play Five Nights At Freddy's. In the dark. Alone. Especially when the game is very similar to your everyday life. Getting chased by monsters, running for your life, the normal life. For a demigod.
