Welcome to My Nightmares -Percy Jackson Fanfiction-

Chapter VI

Chapter VI                                        Your Hat is Lame. I'm Not Dancing With You

Funny. Percy had once considered dreams fickle. He had once regarded them as nothing more than entertainment for his sleeping mind. Now, he knew better. There was so much more to them. They were capable of so much. Every night, millions of people rested, dreaming. They could be imagining a million different, countless things. Endless possibilities! And it was funny how they thought their dreams were all their own. That no one else could possibly be privy to such a personal thing.

He found it hilarious how wrong they were. Oh, it was so much fun to walk amongst the unsuspecting mortals, sneaking into their subconscious thoughts, where anything was possible. Their deepest, darkest wish could become reality. A shameful lust could be seen in a completely acceptable light. They could elope with a sloth who favored wearing socks and live happily ever after.

And oh, how fun it was to toy with their little dreams. He couldn't describe how pleasing it was to see a happy, rainbow and vodka filled dream go to a dark, moonless night, lost in the woods, hungry creatures prowling about.

Though, he himself didn't like dreaming. It was boring. There was nothing he could do to his own dreams while he slept to make them more interesting, like he found he loved doing with the imaginations of mortal.

Nope, he had to sit through his boring, seemingly normal subconscious thoughts. Though, he supposed sitting at a table whilst wearing a blue and white dress, completely with headband, while Luke sat across from him, looking quite moody in his ribbon-decorated top hat while he sipped his tea.

Percy groaned, flopping back into his chair, adjusting his headband. "Borning! Boring boring boring! You! Mousy, dance!" Percy said, pointing at a mouse on his left who had been reading a thick novel labeled Quantum Physics.

"I don't dance." The mouse sniffed, his voice so low pitched it resonated.

Percy pouted, and turned to the the little blond girl on his right. Her head was tilted to the side, and her milky white eyes gazed blankly at the back of the mouse's book. She had rabbit ears sticking out of her head, and as she turned her head towards Percy, she smiled, even as blood started to run from her eyes. 

"Tick tock, tick tock, three mice ran up the clock..." She murmured, giggling as her gaze transfixed upon the mouse once again.

Percy huffed. He turned accusing eyes on Luke, frowning. "Why're you here? You abandoned me, like, a month ago when you died." Percy said, turning upside down in his chair. His dress fell, revealing baby blue stockings that reached his thigh and flared, but he couldn't care, even as his head hung underneath the table. 

He noticed that whatever store dream Luke was getting his pants at, they were damn nice. The shoes too. Both were nice, black, the pants pressed and the shoes sleek.

Luke gazed sadly at him, though Percy couldn't see it. "I'm sorry I did this too you." He spoke softly, voice sorrowful. Percy flipped back over, observing Luke who sat like a kicked puppy. Percy raised an eyebrow.