Atrocity: A Dark Percy Fanfiction

{Percy}•{4}•{Escape From Tartarus}

/Hey! It's me! BadVibesInfinity! Or shall I say BadVibesInfinityNeverGonnaUpdateHisBooks, am I right guys, and gals, am I right?! No? OK. Haven't really been able to update my books because of school, and Fortnite, so, yeah, that's pretty much the only reasoning. Also, I'd like to remind you guys. I haven't read the third of the books in the TOA series, and I finished the last two book series, however, like any regular human, I can forget, and or fabricate just to hold a storyline together./

IT HAD BEEN ONLY TWO weeks, Percy didn't care, he could feel the beard at this point, the monsters and lava water didn't suffice anymore, and the longing for his friends grew, more and more each and every day, Percy felt hopelessness, and a deep dark storm brewing in his head, suicidal thoughts. 'I should just let these weaklings rip into me, and eat me alive, or..' He smiled, satisfied with the most painful way to go out, and the easiest. Percy turned, and began limp-walking towards his destination, an hour or so later, he finally reached it, and he grinned from ear to ear. He was a safe distance away from the Primordial Chaos, and he could feel the power, radiating through his body, the pure strength. Percy began limping towards it, the closer he got, the more pain he felt, the more pain he felt, the more satisfied he was. His flesh began melting off his body, his bones turning to ash, his brain slowly powering off, he couldn't even scream, but the pain, the pain was like nothing he felt before, with the last bit of energy he had left, Percy tossed himself right into the center of Chaos, and scorched himself away.

Percy woke up in a familiar looking place, a familiar q place, his happy place. Camp Half-Blood. It had aged, that was for sure, it was an hour or two before dark, Chiron was most likely in the Big House, since the lights were on, he stared around, sitting in the fields, using the medium length grass as cover, he watched as some familiar faces passed by,he couldn't really see much so in an effort to shake the daze, he threw himself back into the grass and laid there for a bit, a bit as in so long that he had forgot to analyze his surroundings. He stoof up to get a better view. He saw a impish man walk along with a woman, a child in between them, holding both their hands and skipping along, kids aged from five to twelve were roaming the camp pathways,the camp had been renovated. Everything, looked, all in all, better.
He saw a few other recognizable faces walk by. Panic filled him. How long had it been? It felt like only a year in Tartarus. Felt. He couldn't even feel anything besides anger, frustration, sadness, and paranoia. He slowly descended into the tall grass again, thinking of a way to sneak back into his cabin, he waited a couple minutes before they had announced curfew and then crouch-ran to the Poseidon cabin. He noticed somebody else's stuff was there. He paid no mind, and took a look at himself in the mirror........

Cliffhanger, yeet.