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An Undertow of Sand (Percy Jackson and the Cthulhu Mythos)

Sam
AN: Um. Hi. Hope this is good. Tell me if it isn't. Recommend re-reading the story.

An Undertow of Sand
A PJO Fanfiction

Sam is a perfectly ordinary orange tabby cat of Here.

A proud tail. Four paws with pink moisturized toe beans. Well maintained claws and whiskers. Sleek white and striped orange fur, alert ears and a healthy five kilograms in weight. Lady cats loved him! Adventurous, curious with a taste for whiskey and salmon. He preferred his litter clean, mice and birds absent, toilet paper shredded and only knocked things off the counter when there was literally nothing else to do.

A good sort of bloke. A truly upstanding citizen of Here.

Here where, you ask?

Well, sometimes it's There, other times it's Nowhere and rarely it's When but every cat who does cat things and follows the cat ways knows that 'falling asleep' is a misnomer. Your world can be likened to an onion, with just as many layers to existence. Close your eyes.

Wake in another reality.

The transition most humans aren't aware of. Blessed ignorance. A vested interest in keeping it that way. Do not panic. Hypnos means well.

Most of the time.

For cats, it was a fact of life.

You may have heard the Here, There, Nowhere and When called the 'Dreamlands.' A paradise of imagination that fulfills your every whim. A place of surreal wonders. A land of dreams.

Another affectation.

Everything in it is as real as you are. It knows of you too.

It just doesn't play by the same rules.

Remember that.

Play along if you want to survive.

One day, some time ago somewhen (and that's as detailed as it's going to get)

(cat)

Sam dodged a falling toddler.

No shame.

There he had been. Minding his own fucking business snooping around one of the visiting ziggurat temples before every strand of fur stood on end. It wasn't like he knew the shrieking bundle was a kid before he jumped out of the way - you know what kind of things fall from the sky Here?

Imagine his surprise when instead of some twisted abomination taking an ill advised all expenses paid flight, a human baby hit the crumbling rock where he had been standing diaper first, bounced, and then flailing short arms, wide sea-green eyes and all, tumbled over the edge down the stone staircase.

Sam blinked.

Sat down.

Slowly blinked again. His tail flicked back and forth in agitated swishes.

He peered over the edge of the ziggurat and yup, that certainly looked like a human baby. Which was, uh, very strange. Unusual, even.

He should probably do something about that.

With a put upon sigh, Sam leaned over the edge of the ziggurat again. Kid didn't dash his head open on the rocks, so that was lucky, he supposed. The cat bounded down the crumbling structure as cats do, zigzagging from stair to stone wall and off the hanging tree, stair again, over the gap and -

Came to a yowling halt when a hundred, burning green eyes blinked open in the shadows pooling between the cracks in the stone, seeping from under the brush of the nearby jungle, crawling underneath the roots of trees, leaking from behind its small form to look at him.

Not a baby.

Not a fucking baby!

"Mu - mummy?" The thing sniffled as it raised itself up on scratched chubby palms.

It was barely larger than the cat himself with two arms and two legs, an ocean blue shirt that rode up its plump belly. And a diaper. Windswept downy black hair crowned its head and tears gathered in the corners of its two face-eyes that sparkled with stars amidst a shifting blue-green aurora borealis. The little brow scrunched, closing the eye that had briefly opened on its forehead.

"Mummy!" It cried out. The bottom lip trembled threateningly, but it didn't cry. "Mummy…I won' scare." The little chin jutted out stubbornly. "I won'. I pwomise."

'That's right, you tell 'em,' Sam said because playing along was a survival instinct Here.

Between the folks that didn't know they were Dreaming, the folks that did know they were Dreaming, the natives and the Others…

To put it this way.

You'd think someone would appreciate being told that they clearly weren't listening to anything the rock was saying, they had a shit personality and maybe they should stop humping it before they broke their dick.

But no.

Grew a second head and went apeshit.

The thing sniffled as those burning green eyes looked in every which way from the shadows around it. "Kitty," it mumbled with a lisp and spit bubble. "Sam."

Every strand of fur stood on end. 'How the fook you know that!?'

The thing grinned. The mouth stretched further than it should on a human looking face, filled to the brim with multiple rows of sharp teeth.

Fuck.

One of them cockwombles.

"S'ok if I have you Name," the thing murmured as the air crackled with potential, a heavy weight as the Dreamlands considered the creature and almost gently crushed the darkness trying to escape the seams of its pink flesh back into the shape of a small toddler.

Sam's ears flattened back against his head.

The Dreamlands was rarely gentle. What the fuck was this?

"Ihmm Ṕ̴̡̰̌ę̴̬̌̚ř̶͉̱͊̿ş̷̦͘ê̸̦u̵̯̚͝s̷̥̘̥̃͑̃." The thing blinked sleepily. "I won' betway. E̶͇͔̘͠v̶̨̒ͅę̵́ŕ̸̪̼̺."

'Uh,' the cat muttered. 'I ain't usin' your fookin' Name.'

The thing's head tilted. "Percy 'kay.'

'...what?'

"Percy is me!" The thing cheered.

'Kay?'

The cat did not even think of running. He was no coward.

And it wouldn't help anyway.

Space and distance in the Dreamlands was subjective. He could take five steps and remain where he was.

"I like kitties and you pwetty."

He'll fucking take it.

'Thanks.'

"Wewcome!"

The cat tilted his head a little curiously. 'Awfully polite for a muppet.'

Some people called them 'gods.'

If it made them feel better to put words like that on their fears, to convince themselves that they could appeal to greater beings, clawing for infinitesimal amounts of control over the utterly uncontrollable, deluding themselves into thinking they proudly earned what they begged for at the feet of merciless apathy…

Yeah, well, some people were fucking stupid. What can you do?

The mini-muppet shoved its thumb in its mouth.

It was both fucking pathetic and incredibly unsettling in its mimicry. Playing along was a survival tactic, but it was those that made you forget for a second - edged close to making you wonder that were the truly dangerous ones.

Fuck if he knows why one was pretending to be a baby though.

Guess all that infinite bitchery didn't come with a sense of dignity.

Sam lifted a paw and volunteered, 'You smell like shit.'

"Ew!" 'Perseus' agreed with a nod.

'...you gonna do something about it?'

"Sowwy," It muttered, looking a bit ashamed as it shuffled in its smelly used diaper. "Dunno how."

'Um.'

It shrugged its small shoulders helplessly.

'...think really hard about being clean?'

The thing blinked. It struggled to its feet, scrunched up its face and then its clothes vanished.

Sam sighed as it posed proudly buck naked.

Not like he was one to talk about letting it all hang.

'Close enough.'

It was like a demented, fucked up kitten. As mobile as a drunk coming off a weekend bender with the brain cells to match.

The cat's ear swiveled as it honed in on the sounds of the jungle around. Unlike the humid forests one could find There, this one was dripping with wriggling vines, gasping mushrooms and trees bleeding from their pores as their canopies bent towards them filled with hungry, gaping mouths masquerading as birds.

This was probably stupid.

If the small muppet wandered off and got itself eaten from the inside out by larvae, it would probably be doing everyone a favor.

But it looked pathetic and was polite so fuck it.

Sam's tail flicked.

'You.' Cat green eyes narrowed at one of the trees as he pointed with the tip of his tail.

For a long moment, there was no response.

The cat's tail stiffened, bristling. The tree sagged and then melted into something distinctly less hardwood and more caterpillar, if it had a head made of a dozen chattering skulls, bone spines dripping with paralytic venom and a body more of a suggestion of dark flesh then a reality.

'Fook off mate.'

Caught, the skull caterpillar slunk away through the slimy underbrush.

'Creepy fook,' Sam muttered under his breath.

"Tank 'ou." The thing lisped as it stared up at him with two shimmering eyes as his tail stood straight up in the air.

Since when did muppets thank folks?

Or apologizing for anything?

It stretched a pudgy hand up towards him with a hesitant, wobbling step. "Can I pet?"

'No.'

"Oh."

Thing and cat stared at each other in silence for a long moment. 'Where tha fook did ya come from?'

The thing sucked its thumb for a moment. "I feww."

'You fell,' the cat repeated flatly.

"Yeah!"

'From…the moon?' Both of them glanced up. The sky was a sparkling purple color, a shower of inverted stars trailing across the rippling canvas. A golden moon loomed large and full directly overhead, but it was the thing that flinched away from looking first.

"No," it mumbled. "I go sweep, then I feww."

It went to sleep?

Muppets don't need to sleep. They didn't need to breathe either, fuck, he wasn't sure they even bleed. What does it mean 'I went to sleep!?'

Never mind.

He decided he doesn't want to know. It was too early for this.

It would always be too early for bullshit.

'I give up. What the fook are ya?"

'Perseus' blinked up at the cat. "Demigo'."

Sam nodded agreeably, making the appropriate 'ah ha' noises before saying, 'What's that.'

"Haff go'."

The cat squinted. 'What's the other half?"

"Mortaw."

'Huh,' Sam said as he digested this new information. 'Mortal.' So maybe part human. No real guarantee of that being the other half, but he looked similar enough. Sam could not claim to truly be surprised. Humans got their rocks off on all sorts of weird shit and them muppets weren't any better.

It also explained the lack of cunty behavior.

'How old are you?'

The boy (?) held up two fingers of his free hand.

Fuck.

'If you came from There, you can't just trip and fall to get Here. There's guards, like whatshisface - H something. Hippie, Hypoc, Hip - '

"Hypnos!" The stars in the boy's eyes lit up as he cheered. "He nice! Want as friend."

A muppet was nice.

Positively friend-shaped.

'That.' Sam shrugged and firmly decided to not think too hard about anything the kid told him. 'You tellin' me you tripped past him?'

The boy stared blankly, chewing on his thumb. "Uh?"

Brain cells to match.

Right.

'Never mind.'

Sam hopped down from the pole. His ears were alert, tail hanging low as it circled the small half-muppet once, then twice before he tossed his head and batted at the boy with a paw.

'...tag. You're it.'

'Perseus' blinked wide eyes that lit up in a strange kind of joy.

"Okay!"

Maybe the kid didn't just fall asleep.

Maybe he's dead.

That wouldn't be a surprise either.





'Yeoooow!'

"Sowwy!"

'Watch the fooking tail!'

"I sai' sowwy!" The kid looked apologetic for a second before smirking as he leapt off the cliff. "You it!"

The cat rushed to the edge expecting to see nothing.

What he got was Perseus clumsily flipping him a two gun salute at the bottom.

'You lil' fucker!'





The Dreamlands had its own convoluted sense of time.

A toddler and a cat roamed.

The cat's tail healed into a visible slight crook. The boy grew a little taller, more steady on his feet. His speech matured as if it wasn't his age that had been the problem, but practice at hearing English.

It could have been months.

It could have been decades.

"Ack! It burns!"

'Why the fook would you put that in your mouth.'

"It look okay!"

'It had tendrils coming out of its fooking arse - no, I am not doing this.'

"Sam! Help! Water!"

'Maybe next time we don't eat the ugly thing.'





"...that is a child."

'No shit, Willie.'

"Whoooa." 'Perseus' stared up at the dreamer with wide eyes and his mouth in a little 'o' shape. He managed to conjure back some diapers and scrounged up a pair of short pants from memory. The diaper he had on, but the pants, the pants the kid apparently felt were of more use on his head than his bum.

"Sam." He whispered too loudly. "Sam! He's old!"

'Damn ancient, mate.'

The old man sighed, mutton chops wobbling. "Sam. Must you?"

'Wut?'






'I told you to use the litter before we left!' Sam hissed under his breath from underneath the quivering bush.

"I thought I could hold it…" Perseus peeked over the large rock he was hiding behind, knees pressed together as the multi-headed snake slithered closer. "Distract it?"

'So you could take a fooking piss?'

The boy made his eyes huge and sparkling. "You want me to leave a piss trail while running?"

Not particularly.

'Fuck me.'






It wasn't all sunshine and roses. The kid was still half-muppet. Among the innocent wonder, infectious joy and curiosity was a certain kind of cruelty that made the cat's ears stand forward, straight and alert. The boy never turned it on him though, only others and, well, Sam was a cat.

He knew enough to know humans weren't supposed to revel in the suffering of others. No pulling the wings off the butterfly.

But sometimes that shit was hilarious.

Being half-muppet also meant the kid was half bullshit that sometimes just made no sense at all.

The cat stared at the dark tower rising on the horizon incredulously. It wasn't just the structure. He'd seen dreamer homes before. It was the amethyst grass of the Dreamlands giving way to a beach of black razor sand, as if it was made out of grains of obsidian. It was the iron clouds gathering around the spire, complete with a skeletal dragon bat thing flying around it.

Like it wasn't a home, stolen and smuggled from the Dreamlands.

'So that's bullshit.'

Perseus' gaze stared off into the distance with the two eyes on his face and it was then, belatedly, that Sam wondered when he had last seen those eyes in his shadow. A while, he supposed and pondered where they had trotted off to.

"He's gone."

'Huh?'

"Someone I know?" The boy shook himself and the stars in his eyes lit back up. "Wanna see inside!?"







Sam woke up first from the cat nap.

Percy murmured sleepily as he turned on the rock, curled into himself. The first time the boy jumped off something, Sam expected him to poof like that one fellow who came looking for the muppet city over the mountains a while back.

Human thing.

They were yellow bellied lily livered cowards so scared of a tiny drop, their soul shrivels back into their body.

But that didn't happen. The boy had been Here so long, he could sleep in it without leaving and eventually, Sam stopped expecting him to. Even if he found a way, once the Dreamlands had you, you never really leave.

Not a visitor. A mortal soul in the Dreamlands.

Like the old Prussian Willie. Or Carl and Magdalene and other Dreamers.

Nothing to return to.

The tower on the black beach was as much a home as a ball and chain.

The cat's ears flicked back and forth as he searched the flat plateau they had been sunbathing on for what had woken him up. Their 'bed' was a tall twenty foot structure overlooking the Salt Plains of red stone baking in the blue sun. The glittering salt crystals stretched to the horizon interspersed with small oases of larger cloudy crystals, sparse fauna and clear, deadly water.

There was nothing.

And then there was.

Someone.

Every strand of fur stood up, his hackles rose, back arching and tail puffing under the disinterested black diamond gaze.

The muppet looked like a black haired, pale skinned human with freckles dusting the bridge of its nose and the top of its cheekbones. It could have been a woman off the street back There in black slacks, white blouse with a jean jacket on top of it. Even the microexpressions of momentary amusement, mild exasperation and something almost satisfied were accurate.

That was the scary part.

Remember, the ones that could pretend were dangerous.

Space casually broke.

The cat found himself standing in the same location ten feet away as the muppet scooped the boy up from the ground that was suddenly by its feet, having just rearranged the entire plateau to its whims in the blink of an eye as the Dreamlands quivered.

"Mummy," Perseus whispered sleepily as he flung his small arms around its neck. "I wasn't scared."

"Now, now." The visible softening of its expression was eerie as it pressed a kiss into the kid's hair and murmured, "You know better than to lie to me."

The kid shrunk back, eyes squeezing shut. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, please don't change me it hurt -"

"I won't," it shushed him, wincing and the cat couldn't figure out if it was supposed to be from the child's sudden fear or something else. "That was - that will not happen again. I will not need to ever again." It frowned. "I will do better with you."

Muppets.

Not even once.

Percy cracked an eye open, pouting piteously. "Promise?"

"I promise."

"...love me?"

"You are perfect just the way you are," it said gently and Sam's fur rippled with unease. It sounded genuine to his sensitive ears. Creepy. "How could I not?"

The boy settled. "Can I have a cat?"

Sam stiffened.

"You already have a cat," it said, voice thick with amusement as those black diamond eyes slowly traveled back to the orange tabby tom. "And it did very well, didn't it?"

"He's the best cat ever!" Percy declared solemnly.

Sam appreciated the sentiment, but kid, bloody not right now!

"That settles it then. For the best cat ever," it said, matching the toddler's seriousness. "He may receive one favor from me."

Like fuck Sam was going to take it up on that.

"Go back to sleep, Perseus," the muppet intoned and the boy's eyelids obligingly began to droop. Percy tensed for a moment, grasping tightly as if remembering some nightmare, before drifting off to sleep. The muppet whispered fondly, "Time to go home."

As it turned away, Sam found the courage to speak.

'He didn't fall.'

He was pushed.

The muppet's face turned to look at the cat from over its shoulder. Holding the dozing boy in one arm, it silently raised its free hand to hold a finger in front of its lips.

It smiled.

Then they were both gone.

The next time Sam saw Perseus, crowing about being allowed back since his 'accident' and promising to figure out how to bring treats next time, the cat got his own tongue. He'd been tempted to say something a few times as the kid grew up a little. The worst one was when his Mum left him There and Percy started hoping, begging that he could find her Here.

On the moon.

Sam knew what - who was up there.

Every cat who does cat things and knows the cat ways of Ulthar was aware of the dreaded master behind the moon beasts, the Stalker in the Dark, their ancient enemy.

But this was Percy.

He was just a kitten. A bit too fucked in the head to not come with a discount, but still good when he wasn't what his mum wanted him to be.

Sam could help him, right? That was what Ulthar cats did. Help. And…he owed him that much. He could make sure the kid came back alive.

Because he couldn't bring himself to say a word.

Percy called in that favor on his behalf, crying over Sam's pulped eye, blood leaking from his ears, the other eye filled with burst blood vessels and even now a little blurry looking through it. A little ringing in one ear still. A little rattle in his chest where the bones didn't quite heal right. A cold ache in his joints and paws he didn't let on he had.

It was the most powerless he'd felt since he was a hungry kitten huddled in a cold, wet alleyway, hiding from older cats and loud cars belching black smoke and sirens sounding overhead. It had been a long, long night.

He had nothing to return to either.

Sam was just a cat.

Playing along was a survival instinct Here.







Hey, you came back! I was wondering where you went. You…still don't mind listening to me, right? It's been a long time no see!

That's where we stopped, remember?

With Time…






Hey, you remember that story about me falling into the Dreamlands when I was two, right?

It wasn't some kind of weird flex, if you were wondering.

Really more of an accident.

I always knew almost falling on top of an orange tabby cat was a bit of a lucky break. I just don't think I actually knew how much of one it was until I found myself in Selene's little corner of the Dreamlands.

Unwelcome.

The air felt heavy.

It was that thick, choking weight of something like we were being slowly smothered and just didn't realize it yet. The kind of feeling you expected from a dense fog after a bad storm, but the only mist was wafting up in ghostly wisps from the sea. The field of pale flowers we woke up in was a large, perfectly unnatural circle around us before the dismal gray shore that met the black water.

The bells from the far off city rang a final toll. The chime carried on over the dead air for a long time.

Silence fell.

Artemis' auburn and patchy gray fur bristled in the same shiver that ran up my spine.

I forced my words out, "Everyone okay?"

Khione glanced at me, grimacing and my breath caught.

Her eyes were ice flowers instead of snowflakes, crashing, shattering, warping, turning inside out and splitting into eleven dimensions before finally annihilating inside a crystal clear snow globe made out of folded space.

So maybe this was not the best time to get distracted, but God dayum!

"So that's what your eyes really look like!" I burst out in awe. This was what I was catching glimpses of whenever that melody showed up in her eyes!

"Wha - " The snow goddess looked down at herself and then swore in Mycenaean Greek. She turned away from me as her hand came up to the hole in her chest where the wooden heart thumped. "Of course it shows here. Idiot," she spat at herself. "Can't do anything right!"

I don't understand.

Why would anyone try to hide something so beautiful?

"It's fine!" I said quickly, trying to be reassuring. "Your eyes are pretty girl - I mean, pretty great!" Holy shit. "I mean, you don't have to hide them. I mean, you can if you don't like them? But I think they're…" I swallowed hard and tried not to dig myself in deeper. "...okay?"

"Okay?" Khione echoed dully.

Jesus Christ on a bicycle.

Someone kill me.

Put me out of my misery.

Please.

"Can we please forget I said anything?" I pleaded.

"Done," Khione said instantly. "But, thank you." She tried to smile at me, but there was something almost broken about it before she turned away again. "I will need - a few minutes before we set forth. Please."

"Yeah, sure," I said quickly. "Don't worry about it."

That's weird.

I really expected Luke to give me shit there.

When I looked, he was still staring up at the large moon dominating the sky above us like it was made out of solid gold.

"Who is changing you?" Artemis spoke up quietly. "It - it cannot be too late to…" The rabbit lost steam as Khione tilted her head down, shielding her face with her black hair. "To reverse…"

"I am here because Percy offered," the Boreide said softly and bitterly cold. "We are not friends, Artemis Apanchomenê."

The bunny flinched and then nodded miserably.

The Strangled.

That wasn't a Name I knew the history of, but at this point, I don't think I even want to know.

"And I am fine," Khione finished harshly, like a gust of storm winds before turning away from us again.

I bit my lip and decided to leave her be. "Luke?"

He didn't move.

I don't think he heard me?

"Hey," I said as I reached out to shake him a little. "Are you - "

Humans are not owls.

Luke's head wasn't meant to twist a full 180 degrees on his neck!

I stumbled backwards as he snarled at me. His teeth was bared in a bestial grin, his breath frosting in the air with wide, manic bloodshot eyes that shone in the moonlight. "Luke - !?"

Then he convulsed, like he was having a seizure. His head snapped back around with a wet crack as his entire body shook. Diana leaned in closer, blocking out the moon until looking up just got you an eyeful of her flayed chest cavity. Khione's cold hand fell on my shoulder, pulling me back as Artemis cried out,

"Luke! Fight it!"

The shaking got worse as if he was about to vibrate out of his own skin -

Then just like that, he went still.

None of us moved.

"...Luke?" I called out softly.

"I - " He groaned, shuddering. "I'm here." I could have sworn his teeth looked bigger in his mouth and it looked like he gained a dozen wrinkles on his forehead. "I'm here," he muttered. "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I - can't you hear that?"

"Not a thing," I said.

He's hearing things. That's always a good sign!

Not.

"It sounds like - "

"Do not listen to her!" Artemis snapped at him as "You cannot listen to her, or you will go rabid, do you understand?"

Luke startled like a surprised deer. He swallowed thickly as he looked at us with tears in his eyes. The broken one was a kaleidoscope of cloudy blue irises. "Selene?"

Artemis hesitated.

"No more secrets," I reminded our rabbit grimly. "We're already here."

And there was no going back.

"Selene died," Khione murmured.

"What happened?" Luke asked shakily as he ran a hand down his face. He looked down at his sneakers. "Did someone forget to tell her that?"

Diana ponderously watched us. The human half of her face was frowning as the rabbit's mouth worked silently.

"'Temis." I growled.

"Not her," the bunny muttered.

Ipse. Diana said. Memet.

"Me," she admitted.

"You?" Luke said what we were all thinking.

"I tried to fix it," Artemis whispered instead. A sinking feeling was pulling at the bottom of my stomach. She said she left 'a fragment' of herself behind back in that airport. If my suspicion was right, it was a fragment that was talking to Luke, a descendant of Selene through the Moon. "I tried to fix everything."

"And failed," Khione said harshly. "Like you always do."

The rabbit didn't respond.

I didn't know what to say or do, standing there like a bump on a log. I don't know if you were also getting the feeling that some of the things Artemis was hiding wasn't because she was being a Greek jerk, but because something had gone so wrong somewhere that she made herself forget she was hiding it. That kind of thing was hard to bring out into the open.

I know that from experience.

Luke blew out an explosive breath. "Okay," he said. "Okay. We need a plan."

"Ice him if he goes weird?" I volunteered.

"With pleasure." Khione inclined her head as Luke winced, squeezing his knees together.

"I don't like this plan!" He squeaked. "I take it back. We don't need a plan! I'll be fine!"

"You looked like you wanted to bite my head off," I pointed out. I raised my eyebrows at him, incredulous. "A little cold is not going to kill you."

Luke winced again.

Jeez.

What a crybaby.

"But before we do anything else," I said with a finger up in the thick air. "I'm going to get what I think is my cat."

In the distance, the bells began to ring again.

Another shiver went up my spine.

I headed down the gray beach towards Dante's Gate and the small patch of grass beside it where an orange and white tabby cat was curled up in a ball.

There was a crook in his tail.

"Sam," I breathed, disbelieving as I bent down by my cat as he sat up. He looked exactly like he should have. Uneven whiskers. White booties. One eye was green while the other one, the replacement, burned orange. Even the dark orange swirls on his side looked right. "Are you really here?"

I reached out and poked my cat friend's cheek.

He bit me.

"Ow!"

'They say there's a blithering fucking idiot born every minute,' Sam said flatly as I cradled my hand against my stomach.

Uh oh.

'When you were born, we must have been good for the next hour.'

His ears went flat against his head, so I knew he was just getting started. "Sam, wait - "

'Your muppet bitch arse friend told everyone about this latest bout of fucking stupidity and I was not surprised your fucking suicidal random-shit-in-your-mouth arse is at it again being a dumbfuck fucking allergic to good ideas!'

I said Sam would laugh at following me into Tartarós.

That's still true.

Just so you know, swearing my ears off for being stupid was always going to come first.

Behind me, I heard Khione choke on a small laugh.

Great.

A small, furry animal whose tail I pulled is ruining my impression on a girl for the second time.

I can't win.

"Hi Sam," I said dully, feeling one inch tall. I turned back to my adventuring party as they warily approached the dark yawning mouth of Dante's Gate. "Everyone, this is my pet cat, Sam." I gave a limp wave. "Sam, everyone."

"You have a supernatural cat," Luke said flatly. Which was sort of fair and sort of…so telling him about cats, all of them, was going to be awkward.

"Master Sam," Khione nodded her head politely. "Khione, of ice and snow."

Sam squinted. 'Oh, another muppet.'

Oh my fuck.

I forgot Sam's an asshole.

Khione stiffened. "I beg your pardon?"

I palmed my face, hissing under my breath, "Sam, don't! She's Greek!"

So maybe that sounded like an insult?

It was the truth. And an insult. Kind of. Greek gods were many things and one of those things was having no chill.

And I swear to God, if you make a dumb joke about Khione being an ice goddess, I will disown you.

My cat sniffed like he'd been waiting to insult somebody new for years. 'A muppet. Fucking dead from the neck up scrubbers with a worship kink.'

Khione gasped, pretty eyes going wide. "Rude!"

Luke just nodded sagely. "I like him!"

"Don't encourage him," I groaned. If you're wondering what exactly Sam said in the strange, unique dialect of far off lands known as British, there were eleven words to say what could be said in four: 'stupid whores demanding worship.'

I was almost impressed.

I don't think salvaging this train wreck was even possible.

Sam lashed his crooked tail back and forth. 'I am not wrong.'

That's fair.

There was a tense silence as the Boreide glared down at my pet asshole. I prepared to jump in between an angry goddess and a cat. This was probably going to hurt. Lots.

"You're not wrong, no," Khione admitted, backing down.

"Still rude," Artemis muttered.

Alright.

Now I really was impressed. And a bit jealous. The last time I insulted a goddess to her face with the truth, she turned into a mountain lion and tried to murder me. How come he gets away with it?

I stole a quick head rub and ear ruffle, snatching my hand back as he swiped at me with a disgruntled meow.

"Sam," I said quietly with a smile. "You're the best cat ever."

His crooked tail lashed back and forth again as he looked away, sniffing contemptuously.

'...don't you forget it.'
 
Aaahh, hapiness, my adiction has been fed once again.
Did luke almost went beast there?
Also, between sam's Sam and percy utterly failing to be cool in front of every single girl he likes, I don't know wich one is funnier.
Good to see another smidge of Fate loving percy while being completly fucked up while doing so.
And it looks like Temis went for the newborn ending, at lest part of her did.
 
Great chapter, glad to see more of this fantastic and fascinating story.
 
It's alive yaaay.
...BLINK...
It's over Noooo

Was it ever mentioned how long he was in the dreamlands when he was two?

I'd go back and check but it's 4am and I'm busy being driven insane by a mosquito


doctor-who-are-you-my-mummy.jpg
Your eyes are pretty girl - I mean, pretty great!"
"Baby, you're my forever girl."
-Avatar Aang
When you were born, we must have been good for the next hour
This burn has now been added to my nuclear arsenal of insults.
A muppet. Fucking dead from the neck up scrubbers with a worship kink
So just like the actual Muppets then?

How come he gets away with it?
Percy, he's a Cat
 
It's alive yaaay.
...BLINK...
It's over Noooo

Was it ever mentioned how long he was in the dreamlands when he was two?
Not explicitly, no, but back in In Which I Am a Normal Camper chapter, Percy mentions when he met his father for the first time at two and a half with a brand new stuffed tiger toy.

This burn has now been added to my nuclear arsenal of insults.
I was proud of it x3
 
Came to a yowling halt when a hundred, burning green eyes blinked open in the shadows pooling between the cracks in the stone, seeping from under the brush of the nearby jungle, crawling underneath the roots of trees, leaking from behind its small form to look at him.

Not a baby.

Not a fucking baby!
Oh but he is a baby, just a baby Elder God.

The thing sniffled as those burning green eyes looked in every which way from the shadows around it. "Kitty," it mumbled with a lisp and spit bubble. "Sam."

Every strand of fur stood on end. 'How the fook you know that!?'

The thing grinned. The mouth stretched further than it should on a human looking face, filled to the brim with multiple rows of sharp teeth.
Yeah baby Percy is eerily knowing and doesn't have the shackles of Percy restraining himself to deal with. Combine that with his more blatant Eldritch nature and you get a very terrifying toddler.

"S'ok if I have you Name," the thing murmured as the air crackled with potential, a heavy weight as the Dreamlands considered the creature and almost gently crushed the darkness trying to escape the seams of its pink flesh back into the shape of a small toddler.

Sam's ears flattened back against his head.

The Dreamlands was rarely gentle. What the fuck was this?

"Ihmm Ṕ̴̡̰̌ę̴̬̌̚ř̶͉̱͊̿ş̷̦͘ê̸̦u̵̯̚͝s̷̥̘̥̃͑̃." The thing blinked sleepily. "I won' betway. E̶͇͔̘͠v̶̨̒ͅę̵́ŕ̸̪̼̺."
Percy has a Name and that's 100% confirmed which is great. Also he had the betrayal issue even as a 2 year old.

'Yeoooow!'

"Sowwy!"

'Watch the fooking tail!'

"I sai' sowwy!" The kid looked apologetic for a second before smirking as he leapt off the cliff. "You it!"

The cat rushed to the edge expecting to see nothing.

What he got was Perseus clumsily flipping him a two gun salute at the bottom.

'You lil' fucker!'
Percy no matter the age remains a little shit.

The cat's tail healed into a visible slight crook. The boy grew a little taller, more steady on his feet. His speech matured as if it wasn't his age that had been the problem, but practice at hearing English.
Sam is probably among the first people he's talked to in English that isn't his mom.

It wasn't all sunshine and roses. The kid was still half-muppet. Among the innocent wonder, infectious joy and curiosity was a certain kind of cruelty that made the cat's ears stand forward, straight and alert. The boy never turned it on him though, only others and, well, Sam was a cat.

He knew enough to know humans weren't supposed to revel in the suffering of others. No pulling the wings off the butterfly.

But sometimes that shit was hilarious.
So Percy is a kid but has his really dark moments that even Sam can tell aren't really okay for a human.

The cat stared at the dark tower rising on the horizon incredulously. It wasn't just the structure. He'd seen dreamer homes before. It was the amethyst grass of the Dreamlands giving way to a beach of black razor sand, as if it was made out of grains of obsidian. It was the iron clouds gathering around the spire, complete with a skeletal dragon bat thing flying around it.

Like it wasn't a home, stolen and smuggled from the Dreamlands.

'So that's bullshit.'
Percy's Dreaming House used to be really different.

"He's gone."

'Huh?'

"Someone I know?" The boy shook himself and the stars in his eyes lit back up. "Wanna see inside!?"
I have a feeling that Percy is talking about Fate's male forms/Names.

"Mummy," Perseus whispered sleepily as he flung his small arms around its neck. "I wasn't scared."

"Now, now." The visible softening of its expression was eerie as it pressed a kiss into the kid's hair and murmured, "You know better than to lie to me."

The kid shrunk back, eyes squeezing shut. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, please don't change me it hurt -"

"I won't," it shushed him, wincing and the cat couldn't figure out if it was supposed to be from the child's sudden fear or something else. "That was - that will not happen again. I will not need to ever again." It frowned. "I will do better with you."
Welp this whole thing was creepy as hell, also it's now confirmed that Fate warped Percy after his birth to better fit her purposes and that it was really painful.

"...love me?"

"You are perfect just the way you are," it said gently and Sam's fur rippled with unease. It sounded genuine to his sensitive ears. Creepy. "How could I not?"
Yeah I'm not sure if Fate loves Percy at this point even by Eldritch Education Mama standards.

As it turned away, Sam found the courage to speak.

'He didn't fall.'

He was pushed.

The muppet's face turned to look at the cat from over its shoulder. Holding the dozing boy in one arm, it silently raised its free hand to hold a finger in front of its lips.
All according to Fate's Keikaku. Pushing Percy into the Dreamlands to force him to grow isn't really surprising given that she's shown that she's willing to do stuff like it at a later date when she's gotten better at parenting.

Hey, you remember that story about me falling into the Dreamlands when I was two, right?

It wasn't some kind of weird flex, if you were wondering.

Really more of an accident.

I always knew almost falling on top of an orange tabby cat was a bit of a lucky break. I just don't think I actually knew how much of one it was until I found myself in Selene's little corner of the Dreamlands.
This whole bit is made pretty ironic given what the audience knows.

Her eyes were ice flowers instead of snowflakes, crashing, shattering, warping, turning inside out and splitting into eleven dimensions before finally annihilating inside a crystal clear snow globe made out of folded space.

So maybe this was not the best time to get distracted, but God dayum!
Percy is an Eye Man.

"Who is changing you?" Artemis spoke up quietly. "It - it cannot be too late to…" The rabbit lost steam as Khione tilted her head down, shielding her face with her black hair. "To reverse…"
Artemis is now aware there's an Elder God transforming Khione.

"I am here because Percy offered," the Boreide said softly and bitterly cold. "We are not friends, Artemis Apanchomenê."

The bunny flinched and then nodded miserably.

The Strangled.

That wasn't a Name I knew the history of, but at this point, I don't think I even want to know.
Oh I know about this Name, it's a really horrible story.

My cat sniffed like he'd been waiting to insult somebody new for years. 'A muppet. Fucking dead from the neck up scrubbers with a worship kink.'

Khione gasped, pretty eyes going wide. "Rude!"

Luke just nodded sagely. "I like him!"
Luke's instant liking of Sam for his sheer disrespect towards the concept of gods is great.

Not explicitly, no, but back in In Which I Am a Normal Camper chapter, Percy mentions when he met his father for the first time at two and a half with a brand new stuffed tiger toy.
That tiger toy 100% symbolized Sam. Now I'm going to have to do a reread on all of Percy's toys and knick knacks I remember something about a teething sheep and an ocarina/musical instrument.
 
That tiger toy 100% symbolized Sam. Now I'm going to have to do a reread on all of Percy's toys and knick knacks I remember something about a teething sheep and an ocarina/musical instrument.
I think the stuffed tiger toy is Sam. I don't think Sam has a body to really go back to. Until Momma made him one. Maybe also why Percy always seems to fall randomly near Sam in the Dream.
 
Not Your Nightmare on Elm Street New
An Undertow of Sand
A PJO Fanfiction




i see you


the observer has always been the observed


warn him if you like


he won't hear you



"And if we somehow don't all die horribly," Luke said far too pleasantly with a stiff toothy smile. "I will murder you."

I didn't believe him, but I also didn't not believe him, if you know what I mean.

When he felt like it, Luke was a scary guy.

We were kind of way up shit creek without a paddle because I wanted to save a dumbass rabbit and the memory of Luke punching me in the face for being a moron was still fresh. The key for Hecate was somewhere on that island city, because of course the key of an Elder God was hidden in the depths of a gothic city. Fifty - fifty on it being at the bottom of a dungeon or at the top of a tower.

You've read that story or seen that movie before and we were in the Dreamlands.

Dream logic rules all.

Clovis already knew dreams. He just needed me to put the pieces together to fully understand. The Dreamlands was a reality independent of our own. It obeyed its own rules. There were no objective truths. Everyone else was just along for the ride.

How do you tell someone that I was more worried about the nightmares they - I could spawn from my own subconscious than I was about the nightmares already here?

Without making them freak out and have it all go to shit anyway?

I don't think I can.

"Just hear me out!" I protested tiredly. "Look, this time, I'm super sure I'm on good terms with all his kids, okay? Time likes knowledge seekers and I have a ton of questions - "

And since we're in the Dreamlands, I probably won't accidentally the human race if he doesn't feel like answering.

"Percy," Artemis said tiredly. "No."

Khione, Ms. 'Bait a giant tentacle murder dog with her soul' herself, was looking at me like I just confessed to making out with wood chippers in my spare time. She glanced at Artemis and then looked at Luke with pity.

"This is what you had to deal with on your Quest?"

"Oi." I sighed. "Sam, back me up here."

The orange tabby licked at his left paw before stating, 'All of his plans are fooking barmy.'

"I - okay." I glared down at him. "I'ma need you to don't."

'Make me.' My asshole pet quipped with a lazy swipe of his tail. 'It is absolutely the truth.'

"It is not!" I snarled back and out of the corner of my eye, Luke raised his hand. I snapped at him, "Your last plan involved jumping off a three story building onto a N'athm."

"And yours got us into a face to face conversation with the Dread Lady," Luke countered nastily.

He was not wrong and I hated it.

I still tried to defend myself. Call it a bad habit.

call it amusing/intriguing

"To be fair - " I started.

"No."

Khione's dark eyebrows made a valiant charge towards her hairline. "I'm sorry. You came face to face with who?"

"Stuff,"
I said stiffly in response. I really didn't want to talk about it right now. "And things."

"When did you - " She pinched the bridge of her nose. "No. Never mind." Thank God. "Anything I should know about the Dreamlands?" Her pretty eyes slid off to the side, towards the too far and too close horizon across the black sea. "I know only vague details about the…inhabitants."

'Capital,' Sam muttered under his breath. 'The muppet is also useless.'

Luke huffed out a soft laugh. Khione's mouth twitched into a small frown, but she was determined to ignore him.

"Yeah. The most important thing -" Guilt churned in my stomach like venomous centipedes. I knew enough by now to know that Olympus and my sisters had given the Boreide more than a few scars. I guess there wasn't a person among our little party that didn't have some hurts to exploit.

Well, maybe not the cat.

There was no good way to ask if they were just badly healed wounds or if they were still bleeding.

So I didn't.

Maybe that makes me a coward. "The Dreamlands wants to hurt you."

Her answering smile was bitterly cold. "I'm used to that."

I swallowed thickly.

Yeah.

Guess she was.

"My hunters will be there," Artemis said in a small voice. "In the city. My monsters." As if summoned by her words, another eerie long tolling of a bell rolled out from across the water and then the too loud silence that squirmed in my ears. Her silver eyes closed. "My regrets."

I looked at Luke only to see him looking back, already grimacing.

Her victims.

"So it's a prison," I said as gently as I could.

Artemis hesitated. "It's a nightmare."

nightmares are dreams/illusions/simulations as well

"Alright." Luke rubbed at his temples. "Don't listen to the moon voice. Hostile location, everything there is going to be mad at us. What else?"

I bit my tongue. Hard.

Luke thought this was just going to be like sneaking into that secret library in Houston. Figure out the defenses, the available routes, how to get past or through the guards, what doors had locks and where the cameras were and everything would be fine.

Dreams didn't work that way.

Sometimes the door was locked, sometimes the door opened to a wall, sometimes the door tried to eat you and sometimes you shrunk Alice in Wonderland style and walked through the giant keyhole because you had a bag of spicy Cheetos before bed and you regretted it. At the same time, what his subconscious believed would happen had influence on what would actually happen leaving me, the local Dreamlands expert, with no idea on what to actually say that would help.

"If there are pools of tar, we're going the wrong way," I said eventually. "Always."

'Keep track of yer noggin,'
Sam chimed in.

I nodded. "Right. If you suddenly can't think straight, we need to back off. There are things in the water, don't go too deep. If there are any temples - "

"There are," Artemis rasped, breath starting to come in fast as she swayed in place.

mine

'Ah, fook.' Sam sighed.

"We'll avoid them," I said quickly. "Don't look people in the eyes for too long. We can't mark where we've been, like with breadcrumbs or chalk lines or anything because it's all about meaning here and others can pick up on it - "

"And follow us," Luke said grimly.

"Follow us out." Khione figured it out immediately and it made me wish I hadn't been a little idiot when I was younger -

What did we learn?

I breathed out and banished the prickle of fear trying to escape the nape of my neck down my spine.

"If Sam tells you to do something, do it."

My cat's tail stopped swishing incredulously. 'Hold up. Are you serious - '

"You can get on my ass for being a hypocrite later," I shushed him. I tried to smile at the joke but my lips felt like they were made out of cardboard. "Sometimes the Dreamlands likes being what it seems, but most of the time, it doesn't."

"You cannot save anyone here," Artemis whispered. "We should not waste our efforts trying. This nightmare will not end."

I bit my tongue again.

"Alright. On that cheery note!" I clapped my hands. The sound was muted, more like the limp 'plap' of a dead fish hitting something than a clap. "I vote we don't use the creepy tunnel to get to the city."

Come on, a stone tunnel down into blank darkness with the historic name of 'Dante's Gate?' That tends to mean something and you've also seen that movie before.

It was probably Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

But the point is, no.

"You just said there are things in the water," Luke pointed out.

"Just don't fall in?"

"I can freeze a bridge," Khione volunteered, which smacked me right upside the head with my dumbassery.

Knew I was forgetting something.

"Uh, maybe."

Her eyebrows rose. "Maybe?"

"If you're thinking 'it's water, so I can freeze it,' you are using logic." I raised both of my eyebrows in return. "We're in the Dreamlands." And I knew from experience that sometimes 'I made the submarine, so I control the submarine' was too much logic for this place. She was an ice goddess, but, well, there was a reason why Young Gods didn't come here.

slaves. prey. food

"It might work, because freezing things is what you do, but it might not."

She clicked her tongue, closed her eyes for a long moment and then said, "Lucid dreaming principles, I presume?"

Luke opened his mouth.

"Psychology degree." She waved a hand in the air, drawing my attention to the large welts of the roots under her skin running down her arms. "Only a Bachelor's, unfortunately."

"Why." He asked flatly.

She cut us a thin smile that looked weak at the same time. Like a knife that had been sharpened so much, it would just snap in half at the slightest bit of pressure.

"I was curious."

Badly healed wounds or still bleeding. She didn't offer anything more than that and none of us felt like asking.

The vote to not walk into the obvious trap named Dante's Gate passed with an overwhelming 'hell no' majority which just left…

The black sea.

Sam's claws caught on my pant leg, holding me back a moment as the others cautiously headed for the gray sand shore just beyond the pale flowers.

'Moon's red.' He hissed softly.

It was.

Since I first fell in when I was two, the moon had always been golden.

Instead, here it was an orangey-reddish color, a paler shade than what everyone uses for Halloween commercials, surrounded by oddly twinkling stars on a bleached canvas. It looked almost like what an elusive Harvest moon would look like Awake, except the pits were darker and of a stranger shape than what was visible on Selene's corpse.

No eye though. Not sure how to feel about that.

'What does that mean?' Sam hissed again, tugging his paw free with some wild flailing.

It was just like with Persephone and the Pit.

I dropped my eyes from it. I shrugged one shoulder and crushed the hysterical bubble of fear welling up in my throat. I can't lose my head. Not now.

Somehow, somewhen, Selene's corner of the Dreamlands had become just that.

Selene's.

It meant there was a reason why she had Time's key.

"Means my mother's not here."

There weren't many things that could keep her away. The Pit could do it. The Night could withstand her anger. The Hunter opposed her.

Time…

yes.

If just the presence of his key was enough for Mom to avoid what used to belong to the Moon, then maybe asking him for a favor really hadn't been the best idea in the world.

Who'd a thunk?

Sam examined my face with his eyes narrowed and airplane ears. I smiled weakly, feeling an inch tall under that red moon, and my pet huffed as he started walking towards the water.

'The shit you get into, I swear…'

My throat burned. So did my eyes. I tried to breathe without sniffling and I don't think I quite managed it.

"Thanks," I croaked. "For coming."

He didn't say anything. Instead, he circled back, rubbed against my leg with an arched back and when I picked him up, he didn't scratch me to within an inch of my life, which said it all, really. I breathed into the top of his little head for a couple of seconds, biting back sobs now that no one else was looking.

Mom wasn't here.

But I've been here since I fell in when I was two years old. If it was just me and Sam, I'd be more confident, but it wasn't. It was Luke and Khione and Artemis. I couldn't be the burden or the lucky break. This time I was the one who would have to protect them, even from themselves. I wasn't looking forward to it.

I didn't have a great track record so far.

I bit my lip.

We'd get through this.

We had to.







you did pick a good/adequate/amusing one


of all the variations of failures/successes to observe


of all



this one is my favorite/mine.







Khione's first attempt at an ice bridge was, uh, not a failure, exactly.

"Yeah," Luke drawled as he examined the black ice. It was translucent, cracked and looked like it was made out of frozen oil rather than water. Complete with ominous cracking sounds. "I don't trust that at all."

Khione sucked on her teeth. "It's fighting me."

You know?

"It'll do that," I said lamely, because I didn't know it actually did that? Sure, things didn't work out exactly how I thought sometimes, but I never felt like there was resistance.

'Any reason why we aren't walkin' cross?'
Sam had a paw raised. Artemis blinked, her head rearing back and the cat sighed. 'Because you didn't know you could or how. Gotcha.'

"Uh, let me try?" I stepped forward and the same way I made underwater scooters and a submarine and built my apartment, I just…

Made a boat.

A medium sized fishing boat with a propeller engine on the back and a manual rudder bobbed off shore, ropes, red and white safety donuts, plastic oars strapped to the side and all. It was a moss green color with an upturn prow at the front. It looked like it could have sat in the pier off the coast of Florida as I ate ice cream on the boardwalk with my grandparents with dozens of other boats just like it.

"How - " Khione stopped herself.

'Lil' Fucker is bullshit," Sam said, like he always did. 'Don't think about it too hard.'

"I'm awesome. Duh." It was my usual response, but this time…this time the words lodged in my collarbone and throbbed. I cleared my throat. "All aboard?"

Sam hopped in first, completely trusting. And why shouldn't he be? It's not like he wasn't used to my Dream constructs and he's a cat. Keeping it simple. If it works, it works. I pulled the pieces of the Titan Lord out and the Pit and glued them back together with nothing but my Dreaming mind. Kronos had said the same thing Khione did.

How?

I didn't think anything of it at the time.

Fuck if I know, amirite?

Khione was next. There was a moment of awkward balance when the boat bobbed when she expected it to dip before she claimed the middle bench. Luke scooped the rabbit off the ground, who squirmed for a second before giving up.

"Hermes Oneiropompus," he said with one raised eyebrow. Conductor of Dreams. "You?"

I shrugged uncomfortably.

It wasn't a demigod power. I was just…used to the Dreamlands. I had the feeling that saying it was because Mom had little interest in guarding my Dreams beyond the bare minimum to keep me sane and alive wasn't going to do me any favors.

I'm not that stupid.

He sighed. "Your mother didn't teach you about this either, huh?"

I shrugged again. "She didn't have to," I muttered. "I've always been able to do this. That I can remember?"

He hummed, but let me off the hook. Once he was in, I pushed the boat off the silky sand bed into the open water. I shook out my sneakers. Habit mostly. Once I forgot they were wet, they wouldn't be anymore.

Then I walked on the water.

Luke hesitated with the pull string for the engine. I waved him on. "Speed doesn't matter much."

Time and distance didn't matter much either.

"Dream logic," Khione murmured. She lowered a hand to the water. Ice formed under her fingertips, then melted. Then she stopped, her eyes widening as she looked into the water. "Is that you?"

"Huh?" I said intelligently.

Sam leaned over in his seat. 'Oh yeah. That.'

I looked down and stared into a watery reflection that had way too many burning green eyes.

"Whoa."

It was more than the blurry shadow I saw in my Dreams, but defined. It looked a bit like a three headed hydra with crested serpent heads with long, barbed spines coming off its back. Thin tendrils like braids tasted the space around it. Four powerful legs tipped with black claws and armored in tough black scales held its weight underneath dark wings so big, they faded into the rest of the dark water. The lower body spilled from the lower jaw of the middle head into a great, gaping maw framed by vicious looking teeth. The black water was leaking between the rows of pearly whites like saliva, but instead of a throat or tongue, there was just an abyss where my green eyes burned like stars.

Was that me?



Holy shit, I'm handsome.

Luke shifted to look over the side too. I watched his brows furrow. "I don't see anything? Wait. No, I do, it's just - " He covered his normal eye with a hand. Then blanched. "What the Hades is that?"

"His divine form!" Khione nearly squealed. "When did you - "

"I'm a demigod," I reminded us both. There was a painful lump in my throat. There was just no way. I bleed red.

"So?" She shrugged. "Dionysus had one while mortal." Artemis' breath hitched but she stayed out of the conversation. "It will not be capable of killing mortals, but - "

"It only shows up here," I cut her off again. "In the Dreamlands. It's just my subconscious."

Wanting to be more than I was again.

So it couldn't be.

"You've had wings before," Luke murmured.

And I couldn't control it and maybe that was all I could ever do. "It's not what you think, okay?"

Khione pursed her lips, hesitating. I don't know what expression I made, but she rolled her gorgeous eyes. "Fine. A pity. I think you would have been rather cute."

I coughed and looked away towards the city.

The moon gods rose up from the water, sickly gray with too many limbs, but each one unique and unsettling in their own way. Which meant making sure that we weren't caught in a never ending loop where the destination could only get farther and farther away would be easier.

"Máni," Artemis said quietly, hushed.

I nodded at the large, cuttlefish looking Norse god of the moon. All five of his mouths gaped at the pale red moon above us. The large eyes on either side of his triangular head rolled a full rotation before he found me.

"Hey, man," I called out, raising my hand. "No sign of Ragnarok yet."

One of his tentacles moved, sending a wave splashing against the boat as a low moan rumbled through the water.

Luke's shattered eye tracked the god as we passed. "Why?"

"Selene was…well liked," Artemis hesitantly offered. "Radiant, when she wished to be. Kind. Patient." Her voice darkened. "And oh so generous."

The boat bobbed in the water, disturbed by a contrary current.

"She was willing to give of the Moon, all it required was that the takers also partook of her flesh. And why not?" The rabbit spat. "Understanding, bright, knowledgeable Selene was no one's enemy. Always willing to share her insight. Brave Helios trusted her like a sister."

"...are you sure it was like a sister?" I quipped. "They had four children together."

Khione raised an incredulous eyebrow at me. Luke looked ill.

I sighed. Goddamn. "Greek, right. Sorry."

'Muppets,' Sam said sagely.

"To feast and gain power was not unprecedented." Artemis' silver eyes were a million miles away, staring blankly at everything and nothing. "And her promises were fulfilled. New moon gods rose to match their counterparts of the sun without the sacrifice."

I grimaced.

Rule numero uno of deal making.

Always know the Price.

Rule two was to never ask for what you can't easily give back.

"Or so everyone thought," I finished the story.

"Yes," the moon rabbit whispered. "When it all went wrong…" The debt was collected, twisting them. It only made me wonder about the gods of the Moon that escaped unscathed. Like Hecate. I wouldn't say Artemis had, because Diana was still watching us from the other shore. Half intact, half-warped. Maybe you don't know this, but Artemis didn't actually become known as a goddess of the Moon until the Romans. Before that, she was just a Huntress. So what happened, exactly? Maybe she did eat some and that was part of the bargain to protect her in that struggle between pantheons? But then...

Maybe I should be wondering if our mascot ate too little to get trapped.

Or maybe too much.

Slightly choked, Artemis moved on. "Bendis."

The Thracian goddess looked more like a crocodile that escaped from an experimental lab. Long, scaled and half submerged in the black water so that only the growths and vestigial limbs on her back showed.

"Kušuḫ."

It took me a second to place the Hurrian god because he looked like he'd been torn in two. Both quivering halves were only held together by slick black tendons draped between like telephone lines. Each side of him was balanced on one thick elephant leg, a tough featureless hide on the outside and teeth like one side of a zipper faced the other half from the bleeding tear.

Our boat passed underneath the tendons, the sound of water and the hushed putter of the engine.

Artemis kept naming the moon gods manning the prison. Egyptian. Sámi. Baltic. Welsh and more. Each name sounded like it drew more and more blood from her heart to find the strength to say.

She was hoarse by the end.

Then it was just water and the other shore.

At first, I thought it was covered in briar bushes, that kind of gnarled dead wood looking bushes that seemed endemic to abandoned buildings and historic sites. It only made sense that you could expect to see them around a gothic city.

Then we got closer.

"Fuck." Luke breathed.

They weren't bushes. They were women.

Naked torsos dissolving into puddles of flesh where the leg should be as the 'trunks' of this grotesque tree, the contorted, tortured branches with reaching limbs silently begged for release. Sometimes separated enough to be almost human, but often melded together into chimera twins of multiple heads, five arms, three breasts or other combinations. Floating in the water by the shore like dead logs were drowned corpses with the pale, bloated looking skin but still floating, gossamer threads of hair spidering out on the surface of the water. It was like visiting a museum of mannequins or clay figures except some idiot with a hot iron ran around, thinking the entire place would look better if it was just one, big, display.

Except the part where they were all still alive.

"We - ell," Khione said slowly. There was this strange kind of resigned-but-amused knowing in the narrowing of her eyes and twist of her lips, like there was a cruel joke she had just thought of, but would rather keep the punch line to herself. "This is…fascinating."

Luke gagged and covered his mouth with a hand.

"I did not - " The rabbit tried. "This is not - I - "

We all looked at her. She went quiet.

I sighed.

"Arty. You had some issues."

Luke cut the engines, looking decidedly too green to be healthy, letting the boat continue to drift closer.

(Dreams have no sense of pacing)

The prow gently knocked against one of the floating corpses.

It wasn't a corpse.

It reared up with a shriek that jabbed my eardrums full of brass needles. Not a woman, the twisted facsimile of one made out of a fleshy humanoid spider.

I moved.

There was a flash of bone white.

The creature screamed as Damocles tore two of its skeletal arms off from my throw. Sam yowled as he leapt into the air - the force twisted the bloated form so instead of capsizing the boat, its side crashed into the front catapulting the back and everyone in it into the air.

"Sam!" I yelled. "Catch!"

I willed my Dream construct to break apart, trusting my cat to get everyone to safety.

Knife.

My fingers closed around the familiar weight of Erebus' dagger. The thing rose from the water, wet limp hair draping it as it lunged at me with a face that was blank. Featureless. Nothing but rotting skin and a bloody mouth.

I didn't even try to dodge.

When you're prepared for it, you can make distance mean anything in a Dream.

Its lunge was a foot short.

Mine wasn't.

The black blade sunk into its skull like a hot knife through butter. I twisted then ripped it out to the music of its pained wail. It clattered against the hard surface of the water.

Of course water could be hard.

I'm standing on it, aren't I?

I brought my foot up and right where the lumpy torso narrowed, bloated skin drawn tight over vertebrae before its wriggling thorax, I brought it down with a satisfying crunch. I did the same to each of its twelve limbs, listening to it scream. I don't even know why. Habit, I suppose. Sam always said it was more satisfying to wait until they deserved it and he was right.

With nothing more to break, I drove my birthday gift into the base of its skull and this time, I heard the death rattle.

Only then did I let it sink.

I sheathed Damocles onto my necklace because why wouldn't I have my sword? Because I threw it? Who has the time to look for details like that in a Dream?

It was only then that my hands started to shake.

No doubt there was going to be worse things waiting for us. We still had to find a way to get out with Time's key, with sanity and limbs intact. If I had been just a bit slower, if I had misjudged the throw…

But I hadn't.

And my hands weren't shaking from fear.

I was smiling.

Just like old times.
 
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i see you

the observer has always been the observed

warn him if you like

he won't hear you
So I'm guessing one of these is Fate and the other is either Time or Selene. Regardless of who they are they seem to be on friendly terms and talking about Percy both warning him and him not being able hear.

We were kind of way up shit creek without a paddle because I wanted to save a dumbass rabbit and the memory of Luke punching me in the face for being a moron was still fresh. The key for Hecate was somewhere on that island city, because of course the key of an Elder God was hidden in the depths of a gothic city. Fifty - fifty on it being at the bottom of a dungeon or at the top of a tower.

You've read that story or seen that movie before and we were in the Dreamlands.

Dream logic rules all.

Clovis already knew dreams. He just needed me to put the pieces together to fully understand. The Dreamlands was a reality independent of our own. It obeyed its own rules. There were no objective truths. Everyone else was just along for the ride.

How do you tell someone that I was more worried about the nightmares they - I could spawn from my own subconscious than I was about the nightmares already here?

Without making them freak out and have it all go to shit anyway?

I don't think I can.
Dreamlands works on it's own rules and telling them about the danger of it and his own danger just makes things worse.

"My hunters will be there," Artemis said in a small voice. "In the city. My monsters." As if summoned by her words, another eerie long tolling of a bell rolled out from across the water and then the too loud silence that squirmed in my ears. Her silver eyes closed. "My regrets."

I looked at Luke only to see him looking back, already grimacing.

Her victims.

"So it's a prison," I said as gently as I could.

Artemis hesitated. "It's a nightmare."

nightmares are dreams/illusions/simulations as well
Damn Artemis did some messed up stuff, also Eldritch Voice is saying that the dream and nightmare is also an illusion and simulation.

"Alright." Luke rubbed at his temples. "Don't listen to the moon voice. Hostile location, everything there is going to be mad at us. What else?"

I bit my tongue. Hard.

Luke thought this was just going to be like sneaking into that secret library in Houston. Figure out the defenses, the available routes, how to get past or through the guards, what doors had locks and where the cameras were and everything would be fine.

Dreams didn't work that way.

Sometimes the door was locked, sometimes the door opened to a wall, sometimes the door tried to eat you and sometimes you shrunk Alice in Wonderland style and walked through the giant keyhole because you had a bag of spicy Cheetos before bed and you regretted it. At the same time, what his subconscious believed would happen had influence on what would actually happen leaving me, the local Dreamlands expert, with no idea on what to actually say that would help.
Luke has no clue what he's getting into.

I nodded. "Right. If you suddenly can't think straight, we need to back off. There are things in the water, don't go too deep. If there are any temples - "

"There are," Artemis rasped, breath starting to come in fast as she swayed in place.

mine
So either the Voice is to Fate or Selene because they're the two presences on the Moon.

"If you're thinking 'it's water, so I can freeze it,' you are using logic." I raised both of my eyebrows in return. "We're in the Dreamlands." And I knew from experience that sometimes 'I made the submarine, so I control the submarine' was too much logic for this place. She was an ice goddess, but, well, there was a reason why Young Gods didn't come here.

slaves. prey. food
Young Gods seem to not have escaped the slaves label and the Greek ones at least go to Chaos as food.

'Moon's red.' He hissed softly.

It was.

Since I first fell in when I was two, the moon had always been golden.

Instead, here it was an orangey-reddish color, a paler shade than what everyone uses for Halloween commercials, surrounded by oddly twinkling stars on a bleached canvas. It looked almost like what an elusive Harvest moon would look like Awake, except the pits were darker and of a stranger shape than what was visible on Selene's corpse.

No eye though. Not sure how to feel about that.

'What does that mean?' Sam hissed again, tugging his paw free with some wild flailing.

It was just like with Persephone and the Pit.

I dropped my eyes from it. I shrugged one shoulder and crushed the hysterical bubble of fear welling up in my throat. I can't lose my head. Not now.

Somehow, somewhen, Selene's corner of the Dreamlands had become just that.

Selene's.

It meant there was a reason why she had Time's key.

"Means my mother's not here."

There weren't many things that could keep her away. The Pit could do it. The Night could withstand her anger. The Hunter opposed her.

Time…

yes.
If just the presence of his key was enough for Mom to avoid what used to belong to the Moon, then maybe asking him for a favor really hadn't been the best idea in the world.

Who'd a thunk?
Selene is able to claim an area like the Pit can and possibly Percy himself can. Time is all kinds of bullshit, I think the voice is Time.

you did pick a good/adequate/amusing one

of all the variations of failures/successes to observe


of all


this one is my favorite/mine.
Yeah it's Time and Fate talking and Fate saying this Percy is her's and her favorite.

'Any reason why we aren't walkin' cross?' Sam had a paw raised. Artemis blinked, her head rearing back and the cat sighed. 'Because you didn't know you could or how. Gotcha.'

"Uh, let me try?" I stepped forward and the same way I made underwater scooters and a submarine and built my apartment, I just…

Made a boat.

A medium sized fishing boat with a propeller engine on the back and a manual rudder bobbed off shore, ropes, red and white safety donuts, plastic oars strapped to the side and all. It was a moss green color with an upturn prow at the front. It looked like it could have sat in the pier off the coast of Florida as I ate ice cream on the boardwalk with my grandparents with dozens of other boats just like it.

"How - " Khione stopped herself.

'Lil' Fucker is bullshit," Sam said, like he always did. 'Don't think about it too hard.'

"I'm awesome. Duh." It was my usual response, but this time…this time the words lodged in my collarbone and throbbed. I cleared my throat. "All aboard?"

Sam hopped in first, completely trusting. And why shouldn't he be? It's not like he wasn't used to my Dream constructs and he's a cat. Keeping it simple. If it works, it works. I pulled the pieces of the Titan Lord out and the Pit and glued them back together with nothing but my Dreaming mind. Kronos had said the same thing Khione did.

How?

I didn't think anything of it at the time.

Fuck if I know, amirite?
Percy is an absolute unit in the Dreamlands it's where he's tapping the most into his true power without the various mental restrictions.

It wasn't a demigod power. I was just…used to the Dreamlands. I had the feeling that saying it was because Mom had little interest in guarding my Dreams beyond the bare minimum to keep me sane and alive wasn't going to do me any favors.

I'm not that stupid.

He sighed. "Your mother didn't teach you about this either, huh?"

I shrugged again. "She didn't have to," I muttered. "I've always been able to do this. That I can remember?"

He hummed, but let me off the hook. Once he was in, I pushed the boat off the silky sand bed into the open water. I shook out my sneakers. Habit mostly. Once I forgot they were wet, they wouldn't be anymore.
Fate not training Percy in his powers to get him to be forced to rely upon his hunger is a thing, he's going to be a lot scarier when he figures out how to consciously use it and his other powers.

It was more than the blurry shadow I saw in my Dreams, but defined. It looked a bit like a three headed hydra with crested serpent heads with long, barbed spines coming off its back. Thin tendrils like braids tasted the space around it. Four powerful legs tipped with black claws and armored in tough black scales held its weight underneath dark wings so big, they faded into the rest of the dark water. The lower body spilled from the lower jaw of the middle head into a great, gaping maw framed by vicious looking teeth. The black water was leaking between the rows of pearly whites like saliva, but instead of a throat or tongue, there was just an abyss where my green eyes burned like stars.

Was that me?



Holy shit, I'm handsome.

Luke shifted to look over the side too. I watched his brows furrow. "I don't see anything? Wait. No, I do, it's just - " He covered his normal eye with a hand. Then blanched. "What the Hades is that?"

"His divine form!" Khione nearly squealed. "When did you - "

"I'm a demigod," I reminded us both. There was a painful lump in my throat. There was just no way. I bleed red.

"So?" She shrugged. "Dionysus had one while mortal." Artemis' breath hitched but she stayed out of the conversation. "It will not be capable of killing mortals, but - "

"It only shows up here," I cut her off again. "In the Dreamlands. It's just my subconscious."

Wanting to be more than I was again.

So it couldn't be.

"You've had wings before," Luke murmured.

And I couldn't control it and maybe that was all I could ever do. "It's not what you think, okay?"
Percy kinda reminds me a bit of Dante's Inferno's Satan and the Pit. He's all kinda of scary as seen by Luke's reaction, Khione thinks it's cute and a sign he's like Dionysus. Luke is right about Percy's wings coming out but Percy is deliberately suppressing the hell of of his Divine Form. Also Percy thinking he's handsome shows the eldritch mindset and attraction.

"Selene was…well liked," Artemis hesitantly offered. "Radiant, when she wished to be. Kind. Patient." Her voice darkened. "And oh so generous."

The boat bobbed in the water, disturbed by a contrary current.

"She was willing to give of the Moon, all it required was that the takers also partook of her flesh. And why not?" The rabbit spat. "Understanding, bright, knowledgeable Selene was no one's enemy. Always willing to share her insight. Brave Helios trusted her like a sister."

"...are you sure it was like a sister?" I quipped. "They had four children together."

Khione raised an incredulous eyebrow at me. Luke looked ill.

I sighed. Goddamn. "Greek, right. Sorry."

'Muppets,' Sam said sagely.

"To feast and gain power was not unprecedented." Artemis' silver eyes were a million miles away, staring blankly at everything and nothing. "And her promises were fulfilled. New moon gods rose to match their counterparts of the sun without the sacrifice."

I grimaced.

Rule numero uno of deal making.

Always know the Price.

Rule two was to never ask for what you can't easily give back.

"Or so everyone thought," I finished the story.

"Yes," the moon rabbit whispered. "When it all went wrong…" The debt was collected, twisting them. It only made me wonder about the gods of the Moon that escaped unscathed. Like Hecate. I wouldn't say Artemis had, because Diana was still watching us from the other shore. Half intact, half-warped. Maybe you don't know this, but Artemis didn't actually become known as a goddess of the Moon until the Romans. Before that, she was just a Huntress. So what happened, exactly? Maybe she did eat some and that was part of the bargain to protect her in that struggle between pantheons? But then...
Greeks will be Greeks. Also the Moon gods didn't ask about the price and took the deal that was to good to be true.

Artemis kept naming the moon gods manning the prison. Egyptian. Sámi. Baltic. Welsh and more. Each name sounded like it drew more and more blood from her heart to find the strength to say.
Yeah it's all the moon gods standing guard that can't or won't leave. The moon gods that escaped are the exception to the norm, not even Artemis managed to pull it off fully.

Knife.

My fingers closed around the familiar weight of Erebus' dagger. The thing rose from the water, wet limp hair draping it as it lunged at me with a face that was blank. Featureless. Nothing but rotting skin and a bloody mouth.

I didn't even try to dodge.

When you're prepared for it, you can make distance mean anything in a Dream.

Its lunge was a foot short.

Mine wasn't.

The black blade sunk into its skull like a hot knife through butter. I twisted then ripped it out to the music of its pained wail. It clattered against the hard surface of the water.

Of course water could be hard.

I'm standing on it, aren't I?

I brought my foot up and right where the lumpy torso narrowed, bloated skin drawn tight over vertebrae before its wriggling thorax, I brought it down with a satisfying crunch. I did the same to each of its twelve limbs, listening to it scream. I don't even know why. Habit, I suppose. Sam always said it was more satisfying to wait until they deserved it and he was right.

With nothing more to break, I drove my birthday gift into the base of its skull and this time, I heard the death rattle.

Only then did I let it sink.

I sheathed Damocles onto my necklace because why wouldn't I have my sword? Because I threw it? Who has the time to look for details like that in a Dream?
Damn Percy is kicking ass and is really good at dreamlands fighting, he's in his natural environment where he's not really holding back.

It was only then that my hands started to shake.

No doubt there was going to be worse things waiting for us. We still had to find a way to get out with Time's key, with sanity and limbs intact. If I had been just a bit slower, if I had misjudged the throw…

But I hadn't.

And my hands weren't shaking from fear.

I was smiling.

Just like old times.
Ah shit he's returning to his factory settings of before he put on the human mask and limits which is making him a lot more in tune with his bloodthirst.

This Percy is feeling like Azathoth Larvae
It's the Dreamlands. The conscious mind has less power where they are, which means Percy's conscious filter on his behavior is a bit broken right now.
He's tapping into the Son of Fate who was Named Destruction right now not Percy.
 
No eye though. Not sure how to feel about that.
Has it been established who Ghroth is in the context of Greek Mythology yet? Like Ananke being Nyarlathotep, Chronos being Yog-Sothoth and Chaos being Azathoth?

Because there is a Lovecraft theory to do with Ghroth I subscribe too, but I don't know if it is viable in this context or not.
 
Has it been established who Ghroth is in the context of Greek Mythology yet? Like Ananke being Nyarlathotep, Chronos being Yog-Sothoth and Chaos being Azathoth?

Because there is a Lovecraft theory to do with Ghroth I subscribe too, but I don't know if it is viable in this context or not.

Unfortunately, no. Ghroth was created by Campbell, but Undertow is based on the 'Lovecraft Circle' of Lovecraft, Smith and Derleth. The Expanded Mythos is on a very limited case by case basis. For example, there are 1 reference to Call of Cthulhu RPG and 1 from CthulhuTech RPG and 2 references from Howard, but I don't want to get into the other works too much and I especially want to avoid fan theories (eg like Moon Presence = Nyarlathotep is not True for Undertow) Depictions from Lovecraft take priority over any conflicting information.
 
Unfortunately, no. Ghroth was created by Campbell, but Undertow is based on the 'Lovecraft Circle' of Lovecraft, Smith and Derleth. The Expanded Mythos is on a very limited case by case basis. For example, there are 1 reference to Call of Cthulhu RPG and 1 from CthulhuTech RPG and 2 references from Howard, but I don't want to get into the other works too much and I especially want to avoid fan theories (eg like Moon Presence = Nyarlathotep is not True for Undertow) Depictions from Lovecraft take priority over any conflicting information.
Gotcha.

Though if a Red Moon with an eye isn't a reference to Ghroth, then I am officially lost on what it is meant to be.
 
Gotcha.

Though if a Red Moon with an eye isn't a reference to Ghroth, then I am officially lost on what it is meant to be.

Percy mentioned that on clear nights he could look right up into Selene's open eye back in Prophecies Always Come True chapter. The "real" Moon has an eye. The Moon in this part of the Dreamlands is pale red and doesn't have an eye.
 
Percy mentioned that on clear nights he could look right up into Selene's open eye back in Prophecies Always Come True chapter. The "real" Moon has an eye. The Moon in this part of the Dreamlands is pale red and doesn't have an eye.
Okay.

At this point I have to ask. You've said about 7 chapters left in book 1.

How long do you think it will take after that before you start working on Book 2. Because this version of the universe is fascinating and I want to see more of it.
 
Okay.

At this point I have to ask. You've said about 7 chapters left in book 1.

How long do you think it will take after that before you start working on Book 2. Because this version of the universe is fascinating and I want to see more of it.
I'm not sure what about the Moon provoked this, but thanks!

Technically I've already started working on Book 2. The actual update will take however long it takes for me to settle on what I'm doing with the Hindu and Babylonian pantheons and settle on the end point for the kick off into the plot for Book 3. I'm not planning on fucking off and being like 'I'll get back to this eventually!' but it depends on how I'm doing personally, sadly :/
 
I can not express how happy I am to see this back.
The lore of the moon gods is delicious and, as a bloodborne addict, I really want to see what you do with the city.
Interesting to see Percy go back to his good ol more eldritch days, lets see how it works out
 
Chapter name- On borrowed time
Thread #299
Chapter number- ???(Dunno)

Look this is the best pjo I have ever read. But reading this is becoming a chore, like I feel this is streched way past the limit. Like does this ever ending quest ever going to end or what.

We are so many chapters in but we haven't even reached the flashback point in the chapter 1. And even in the flashback they were still in the quest. The way it is going I think it might take another 15 chaps at minimum to end.

I feel like I will reach the current chapter and the quest may still be ongoing. And this story might not even have another arc than this quest one.



I dunno I am feeling super frustrated so sorry about the bitching. But really this shit so good that I can't even drop it but because of this never ending arc, I feel like dying from frustration.



Help!
 

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