The Quest for Peace (A PJO fanfic)

Don't Mess With Oatmeal

     What the Hades?

     We looked down at the patient Will was attending to. She couldn't have been more than ten years old and yet, staring at her brown eyes, she seemed a lot older than twelve. Her eyes were bloodshot and wide open, and it looked like she was staring through us, as if we didn't exist in her line of sight.

     She started struggling and it took us both to hold her down. You heard me, right? It took both of us. Yep, that was how strong she was.

     "Let me go! The oatmeal is attacking the love!"

     Yeah, I don't know about you guys, but when people talk about oatmeal attacking things, I tend to stay far, far away from them.

     "Nico! Help me out here!"

     Damn it. He noticed me backing away from them.

     I walked closer again towards the duo. "What's up with her?"

     Will looked down at her. "Not sure. She came into camp talking about oatmeals and love and things about two weeks ago."

     "Who's her godly parent?"

     "Yeah, that's the problem. She hasn't been claimed yet. We've tried testing her archery skills, her fighting skills, and even her gardening skills. She didn't show any particular expertise in any of the activities at all, unless you count injuring Sherman Yang twice with her arrows."

     "Did you try forcing her head down a toilet? Worked for Percy."

     Will chuckled and shook his head. "I don't think that's gonna work."

     "Doesn't hurt to tr-"

     "THE OATMEAL HAS ATTACKED THE LOVE! WE GOTTA DEFEND IT!"

     Shoot. I had almost forgotten about her.

     I knelt near her and checked for any signs of hypnotism or possession while Will quickly held her down.

     He put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh. Calm down. No oatmeals are hurting any loves here."

     "NO! I'M NOT CRAZY! WE HAVE TO SAVE THE LOVE!"

     Yep, she was definitely crazy, since there were no signs of hypnotism or possession on her. I made a mental note not to mention anything about oatmeals or loves around her.

     Next to me, Will was struggling. 

     "Nico! Help me out here!" He yelled, for the second time today.

     "Alright, alright." 

     We held her down quickly, with Will muttering something soothing in her ear about lollipops or something? I had no idea.

     Looking droopy, the young demigod stopped resisting. Trust me, nothing feels better than letting go of a struggling girl. Unfortunately for me, that was when my luck decided to run out, thanks to Chiron, who finally walked back in from god knows where carrying a bowl of, you guessed it, oatmeal.

     It could've been bacon, or cereal, or even ambrosia, but no, of course it had to be frickin' oatmeal. 

     Not that oatmeal is bad or anything. Just that bacon is much better.

     The girl's eyes popped right open and she immediately ran straight for Chiron, as my eyes wandered toward Will, who looked a bit grumpy.

     "Thanks for not getting distracted at all."

     I blinked. I didn't think he had it in him to make a sarcastic remark. "No problem."

     "Gentlemen, not that I would like to bother your convo or anything, but could I get some help here?"

     We both looked up at Chiron who was currently trying to balance a bowl of oatmeal on one hand overhead while trying to push back the young demigod with the other.

     The scene itself was quite funny. Even Will was trying not to laugh as we slowly approached Chiron and held the young girl back.

     All of a sudden, the doors to bunker nine burst open...

     and Chiron's oatmeal fell from his hand onto his head.

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Sorry for the wait!

Finally another chapter done! I feel like this scene is taking way too long and that I should probably get the characters in some action soon. Ahahaha....

Anyways, thanks for the votes, comments, and reads as always!