No Strings Attached (Sequel to Puppets)

Thalia

oh my gosh golly gee i don't think ive updated since november i am so sorry

rn im not even in my home country I just got off a cruise and remembered this. this is a prewritten chapter and i might try to get back into this. maybe. idk. i need to find all my evil no strings attached plans to torture my readers with.

oh and also you know that play I said I got in?? so the play was dracula and turns out i got a lead role. the nine performances went amazingly but i had no time for school much less writing.

also my birthday passed lmaoooo

k this chapter is kinda lame but whatevs

[8]//THALIA//

Thalia didn't know how to deal with the fact that Piper knew.

The fact that Piper knew that if Thalia said three words, three simple words that when not put together in that sentence would be completely average and innocent, that she could kill her own brother.

The hangman didn't help either.

Someone had decided to draw a hangman game in a bathroom stall, addressed to Thalia herself. When she refused to acknowledge it, she received aggressive notes with the hangman drawn on it. Each time a new note arrived, a new body part was there.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

Three, three, two. Eight letters. But Thalia wasn't guessing.

There was a knock on the door and Thalia angrily opened it up, expecting a sticky note with a hangman. Instead, there was nothing. She glanced around. The hall was empty. She turned to go back inside her room, and then she realized. Her whole door had been transformed into hangman, the full stick figure there, but this time, the head was different.

It was a blown up picture of Percy's face.

Thalia screamed, tearing down the picture. Annabeth yanked open the door, looking concerned. "What's the issue?"

Thalia stormed past her, grabbing the binder she had put all the L notes she had in it. She added the picture of Percy to it, on the page next to all the hangmen on sticky notes. She turned to Annabeth, her eyes narrowing. "Come with me." She demanded, walking towards Hazel's room. She knocked on the door, and Kayla's head popped out.

"Hey, what's the deal?" Kayla questioned with a large grin.

"Screw off, Kayla." Thalia barrelled past her, going to Hazel, who was hunched over at her desk. "Come on, Haze."

Hazel looked up, shocked. "What? What's happening?"

"Just come on!" Thalia explained, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a standing position.

"I have an essay to work on!" She protested.

"Since when did you turn into Annabeth?" Thalia exclaimed, dragging the girl away.

"Since when did Annabeth turn into you?" Hazel retorted. Annabeth rolled her eyes and grabbed Hazel's other arm, and the duo pulled her away.

"it's important, okay? We have to find out who used the printer." Thalia said, frustrated.

"Seriously?" Annabeth argued, dropping Hazel's arm. "All this, for that?"

"Yes! You're here because you were conveniently right there," she explained to Annabeth, then turned to Hazel. "And you're here because I'm almost positive it's-" she broke off, catching sight of Kayla. "-Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" Hazel questioned, confused, as Thalia dragged the two out the door and shut it.

"Voldemort is you-know-who, and you-know-who is Kayla." Thalia elaborated, but then caught sight of Hazel's face. "You know what, forget it."