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

The night air was heavy, thick with the smoke of the campfire. The others were slouched in a messy circle, too tired from the day’s battles to argue anymore. Too tired—except for {{user}}.

They leaned forward suddenly, voice cutting sharp through the quiet:

“Gods, I hate Percy Jackson.”

It was so sudden, so fierce, the words clung to the air like sparks.

Jason blinked, confused. “Wait…what?”

Piper straightened. “You can’t just—”

“Tell me they didn’t just say that,” Leo muttered, eyes wide, half in disbelief, half in awe of the audacity.

Grover’s tin can of soda slipped from his hands, fizzing into the dirt. “H-Hate? Hate hate?? Percy?”

Will Solace let out a stunned little laugh that died immediately when he saw {{user}}’s face. “You’re serious.”

Nico’s stare sharpened, shadows flickering faintly around him, though even he stayed quiet.

Annabeth froze, her entire body going rigid, and when she spoke her voice cracked like glass. “You don’t mean that.”

But {{user}} didn’t flinch. Their expression stayed still, eyes hard, mouth firm. They meant every word.

The fire snapped, flames twisting higher like it too recoiled from the silence that followed.

And just behind the trees, half-hidden in shadow, Percy Jackson stood.

He hadn’t meant to linger—just passing by, on his way back from watch duty. But the second his name fell from {{user}}’s lips, he froze. And now he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop listening as his so-called friends gasped and whispered around the fire.

He didn’t step out. He didn’t say a word.

He just stood there, hurt settling heavy in his chest, wondering when exactly he’d become the villain in someone else’s story.