God I hate Shakespeare - Something Rotten; The Musical 01:46 ━━━━●───── 02:44

Tonight was one of those nights. The fire burned low, half the group bickering over rations while the other half just sat in silence, worn thin.

And then, {{user}} spoke. Out of nowhere. Flat, sharp, unflinching:

“Gods, I hate Percy Jackson.”

The words hit like an arrow.

The entire campfire went silent.

Annabeth’s head snapped up, eyes wide. Jason choked on his drink. Piper froze halfway through braiding Hazel’s hair. Grover dropped his tin of trail mix. Will’s mouth fell open. Even Nico — Nico, who barely reacted to anything — blinked sharply, his gaze cutting toward {{user}}.

Percy himself sat across the fire, jaw going slack. “Wait—what?” he stammered, pointing to himself like there was any doubt. “Me?”

“Holy Styx…” Leo muttered under his breath, his grin twitching at the corners like he didn’t know if he should laugh or duck for cover. “They really just said that.”

Annabeth’s voice broke in, sharp with warning. “You don’t mean that.”

But {{user}}’s expression didn’t waver. Their shoulders square, chin tilted just enough to make it clear: they did mean it.

The fire popped, embers scattering into the air.

And for the first time all quest, Percy Jackson had no idea what to say.