“PEDRO JOHANNSSON!” Mr. D roared. “HOW DARE YOU MAKE US SUFFER, THINKING THAT YOU WERE DEAD!?”
“I-I just- just you know…. Uh….” As soon as I finished that sentence, I used my amazing water powers and teleported myself to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
I shrieked as soon as I saw a 9 eyed octopus, right in front of my face. Woah…These waters must be… poisoned or something. I swear that it was more surprised than I was. It probably thought, Amazing! A creature with only two eyes!
As it swam away, it squirted a gallon of ink onto my face. Why that little demon! I glared at it in frustration, but I decided not to do anything to it. If it hadn’t squirted ink into his face, I would have squashed it with my weight. It was probably just instinct. I guess.
“This isn’t over, octopus!” I yelled, my voice being muffled by the water.
Then, a flash of purple light appeared. After the light dimmed, I realized that the person that created it was Mr. D.
A/N Oh no! What will Percy do? Find out in the next chapter.
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Clarisse pushed Percy into Death Lake. He died. But he's back, haunting the people of Camp Half- Blood. Or is it more like pranking? Read to find out what happens. FYI, I am a very inexperienced writer, so don't say that I didn't warn you. This stor...