“Annabeth Fitzgerald?” it asked in a gravelly voice.
“Depends on whose asking mister,” I replied with as much confidence as I could muster.
“I am Death,” it said again in the deep gravelly voice.
“Well, if you’re Death then I’m a bunny wrabbit,” I replied harshly, moving my hands behind my head to imitate bunny ears and made clicking noises with my mouth. Death sighed.
Annabeth was once a normal LIVING girl. Now she is dead and has no idea what to do...
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