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I'm back! Yay! Forgot when I last updated... Hopefully I'm following my schedule??

Eh, IDK. Oh well, I'll just, um...

Update. Yeah...

This chapter is meant for comedic purposes. Please do not expect it to move the plot along at all. All this does is show how OOC I'm making the characters. I apologize in advance for the cringe.

R&R, guys. Except more crack chapters like this when I don't have any ideas on how to move along the plot!

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"Uno!" I yelled, laying down a Royal Flush. Thalia sighed as the Stolls applauded my awesomeness.

Nico had left halfway through the first round. I bet he just rage quit. He kept losing. Well, everyone did. In fact, it seems I'm the only winner. I wonder how that came to be. *wink* *wink*

"Percy, what card game are we even playing?" she asked through gritted teeth. I looked at her in shock.

"Why, isn't it obvious, Thals? We're playing Goldfish!" I said, using an abandoned backscratcher to pull in half the poker chips that had been bet. Conner and Travis each made to get the other half, but stopped when they realized the other one was trying to get it, too.

They looked over at me with evil glints in their eye before nodding at each other. That seemed to be their cue to tacKLE ME!

I wormed my way out from beneath their bodies, grabbing a handful of poker chips and throwing it at them as I jumped behind the table we were using for cover.

"THIS IS WAR!" they yelled together, pulling out a- is that a bazooka?- from who-knows-where.

Pulling the trigger, my face paled, expecting to be blown to tiny, bloody smithereens. Well, at least I'll be reunited with-

POOF!

Glitter. Pink, purple and silver glitter that would undoubtedly be stuck in my hair for several days was the ammo for the Stoll Bazooka.

Thalia chuckled- she's not nice/cute enough for giggling- as she pulled out a bow and a quiver full of arrows, their heads replaced with apples and balloons from out of nowhere.

WHERE THESE GUYS MAGIC!? WHY DO THEY GET THE COOL STUFF!?

I made a weird pterodactyl noise at the back of my throat as I ran out of the Hermes Cabin that we were using. My gut twisted as I ran at the thought of it being so... empty. No one there but the Stolls and some unclaimed 15 year old.

While my mind was distracted, Nature decided to mess with me. Or Demeter. I'M SORRY I DIDN'T EAT CEREAL THIS MORNING, JEEZ!

I tripped over a root.

I face planted onto the ground, getting a mouthful of dirt. I immediately sat up, spitting out the dirt with vigor as I stood up.

The Canon of Glitter Themed Doom went off in my face again. I hissed as I felt some go in my eye. My hands darted up to my face as I rubbed my eyes, trying to rid them of the glitter.

"Thanks a lot, Con Bomb," I muttered as I blinked away the tears that were forming NOT because of pain or sadness, but because of the glitter I mentioned in the last paragraph, in case you were skimming or not paying attention.

i'M wATcHinG yOU. . .

I ruffled my hand through my very sparkly hair, glitter falling out like dandruff. I pouted as Thalia and Nico showed up. I raised a hand in greeting, before stopping dead at the sight of what Nico was holding. I started blinking furiously against the glitter that was in my eyes as I saw the Picture Book he had in his hand, extending it towards me.

My hands hesitantly reached up and took it. My half god relatives sat down on the dirt next to me, looking comfortingly at me as I looked at the cover of the book. The familiar, familiar photo album.

It had no picture cover, no distinguishing features on the worn brown album. But I could tell what it was. The ketchup stain in the right corner courtesy of Leo, the pages that were worn and occasionally torn that was probably also from Leo, and the small drop of blood that was also Leo's were all tell tale signs of what it was.

I looked up at Nico, who smiled softly at me.

"I thought... that you'd want it..." Nico said, suddenly looking very awkward. Well, awkward-er than normal. He shifted uncomfortably under my tear filled gaze.

"I can... Take it back if you want," he said uncertainly. I shook my head so fast I was surprised it wasn't flying off my neck and into Travis' face.

"No! I... I want it..." I murmured, holding it close to my chest as a few tears fell.

I opened my book, looking at the opening with a smiling face yet sad eyes. There were no pictures on this page, which I knew. There was a small note from all of the Seven, Leo, Nico and half of the Hermes Cabin that had snatched the album when no one was looking, filling it with things like "Leroy Jenkins was here" and rude sentences. I had totally called that! Harley owes me- Wait... No... He's...

Ahem.

I smiled softly, with tears on my lashes as I flipped through the album, viewing each picture as if it was a masterpiece, and drinking in the sight of times when I was happy could be...

A picture of me, Annabeth and Grover smiling standing at the entrance to Camp Half-blood, looking tired, messy and bloody. And yet I still smiled a smile of victory. I was twelve, and I thought that delivering a lightning bolt to Lightning Butt -cue the thunder- was the hardest challenge i would face.

Another picture was with me and Clarisse. I don't know how this picture was taken, but it was during a game of Capture the Flag. Clarisse looked pissed, and I looked like I was running from a murderer. Probably because I was.

A picture of me eating alone at the Dining Pavilion.

A picture of me and Grover laughing at Annabeth, who was blushing like crazy.

Another photo of me, Leo and Jason, in the middle of singing the Pokemon theme song.

Again and again, pictures of times when I was happy flitted by. Times when I was with my family, times when I was with my friends, times when I was with my Wise Girl...

Times I'll never get back. As I looked at every picture, I felt like I was being emotionally beaten up. Like Sadness had cornered me in an alley and decided to see how for I could go being beaten until I go into a depression.

I saw images of me and my love, of me and my friends... Jason and I would never make jokes again, Hazel being confused about technology even I knew of, Annabeth and I sharing a kiss at the bottom of a lake...

I eventually flitted to the page where I left off, expecting to see it empty like it had been before their deaths... But it wasn't. Something fell out from where they were closed in between the pages.

A sticky note and a necklace. They fell into my lap as soon as the page was opened. I grabbed the sticky note with a confused expression. Looking down, I quickly read it, pausing when I saw who's handwriting it was. The cursive that was so easy to read yet so hard to write... I felt like I was punched in a gut.

Heh... Who knew ink could do that to ya...? My eyes scanned the note, my eyes filling with more tears at every other word. I looked at the necklace, Annabeth's camp necklace, with the beads looking oh so forlorn without their wearer... The tears that had been building up fell, and it's as if a dam had broken. Heh... Dam... That's not funny...

I put on the necklace, smiling. I fingered the bead with a trident on it, mentally wondering if Annabeth's life would have been better if she never met me...

I didn't notice I was sobbing until I felt three pairs of arms wrap around me and someone awkwardly pat me on the back. I laughed, even though nothing was funny. I rubbed my eyes vigorously until they hurt, trying to stop the tears. When the finally calmed down and my nose stopped running fast enough to compete with Husain Bolt, I stood up and dusted off my pants.

I grabbed the photo album and my note, putting it safely in my pocket as I walked away, laughing softly at something stupid that the Stolls had said.

Dear Percy,
       I'm so sorry if you're reading this. I truly am, Percy, for not being there for you. I don't want to write it out, but you know what's happened to me if you're reading this note. I want you to know... I won't be mad if you move on. In fact, I encourage you too. Do not spend your time moping over my death, Seaweed Brain. You've survived worse.
       I wanted to give you something to remember me by, something small and not the photo album you'll probably be stuck to like a leech. You probably won't notice, but since the First War, every time we are about to do something dangerous or stupid, which is probably your idea, I never wear my camp necklace. That's because it's here, for you, in case I... You know...
       Seaweed Brain, I know you will probably hate me for even thinking about my death, but I want you to know, that if I die... It's not your fault. You're too sweet to not be trying your best, especially if lives are on the line. I'm sorry Percy, but this note really is, my last goodbye...

I love you, Seaweed Brain.
-Annabeth, your Wise Girl.

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And that's a wrap! Well, I'm off to bed, sorry for the lack of emotion in this chapter. And the lack of seriousness... And plot... It was mainly me rambling about Percy still mourning over Annabeth's death.

Heh heh, sorry!

Well, goodbye my Crumbs, for I am off to sleep! Yay!