I'm a Dork!

"Go away." He said, crying. Hazel immediately understood.

"Hazel? What's wrong?" Percy asked walking by to check how it was going.

"He's 8 now..."

"Yeah?" Percy looked confused.

"His mom." And he understood. He went to go tell everyone the situation and she thanked him.

"Okay, I'll leave. But I'll come back at lunch okay? You're going to need to eat. If you need anything come to us." She said and reluctantly walked away. Hazel kept her promise and brought him lunch. She opened the door and was relieved to find him asleep. She touched his shoulder and he flinched awake.

"Sorry! Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. I brought your lunch." She said and he sighed, sitting up.

"Thanks."

"You want me to leave?" He shrugged. Hazel wanted to cry. He's so young. Is this how young all of them were? She took a breath and sat across from him. He just stared at his food with a blank expression.

"Okay. Then I'm not leaving until you eat something." It was quiet for a good minute. Then he picked up his spoon, picking up some soup and... stopped when it got to his mouth. He seemed to realize something before putting it back down. It was quiet for another few minutes.

"I'm a monster Hazel." He said suddenly and wiped his tears.

"I killed her." He sobbed. "I killed her, I'm a monster."

"No. No you're not. It's not your fault."

"Tenía razón la tía Rosa. Debería haberme abandonado cuando tuvo la oportunidad." She doesn't know what he said but she had a feeling it wasn't good. She put the bowl on Buford the Table, who was sitting next to them the whole

"Hey. Come here." She said and he latched onto her. He cried into her shoulder as she sung the song his mom would sing to him and stroked his hair, reassuring him he was loved here. That it wasn't his fault. She saw the bruise on his back but didn't ask. She didn't want to upset him more.

She fell asleep with him.

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Please feel free to write the next one. Literally anyone.

also this goat whos special interest is soccre

wip of HER

edit: What if the many phalanges and metacarpals of 200 dead children were always hanging around your neck what if

Stop going on trips and going to restaurants without masks.

Keep educating yourself and protesting and calling and donating and signing petitions.

Wear a mask. End white supremacy. Defund police.

Ogimachi House, Nagoya, Japan,

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Nico had no chill for percy

Percy: whaaaaat?

Nico: where’s my sword?

Percy: what??

Nico: where’s? My? Stygian Iron? Sword?!

(Monsters begin destroying buildings in the background)

Percy: I, uh, put it away!

(Building explodes)

Nico: where?!

Percy: why do you need to know?!

Nico: I need it!

Percy: nuh uh! don’t you even think of runnin’ off and doin’ no derring-do! we’ve been planning this dinner for two months!

Nico: N.Y. is in danger!

Percy: my EVENING is in danger!

Nico: YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SWORD IS, SON OF POSEIDON!! WE’RE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!