Percy introduced you to Tyson at the start of the night, you were a very timid and very docile character— everyone there instantly snuffed out his sudden infatuation.

he followed you around the campfire all night as you politely and shyly spoke to him, only making him like you more.

growing up he was never able to play with dolls, since Cyclops were so tall most toys were miniature in his hands.

you were perfect.

you looked like a sweet baby doll, just the perfect size just for him— so the entire night his hands all he did was touch her.

his hands constantly seeking your hair, or your clothes, your hand to hold. he had once tried grabbing for your neck. Percy intervened very quickly.

though he very quickly grew tired as the night grew on the the setting sun had long passed and turned into a thick blanket of darkness.

Tyson began whining to his older brother Percy who was trying to have fun with his friends and his girlfriend Annabeth.

you, sweetly as ever, offered Percy to take Tyson back to Poseidon cabin, also glad to get away from the crowd yourself.

the entire time, Tyson seemed strangely giddy though didn’t share any words until you both arrived at the door of his cabin and he finally shared some words.

“come in, come in!” he cheered, seemingly genuinely esthatic at the thought of you coming inside.

a small blush painted your cheeks, deciding to listen for the mean time and coming inside with him. though the moment you stepped inside and Tyson walked in behind you, there was a sound of a lock clicking.

you turned quickly in a panic, only to find the Cyclops stood there with a slightly scary and intimidating smile on his face. “dolly…” he whispered, like he was in a trance of the Oracle. obviously, he wasn’t.

the moment he moved towards you, you seemed to startle, stumbling back throughout the room in shock while he quickly went after you, breaking things in his path with a single push.