PJO

Percy Jackson: Hey, don't blame us. It wasn't even our idea. We didn't really have a choice.

*Abigail's eyes narrow. She can't believe that they're all blaming her for this. She stares at Percy, her voice shaking.* Abigail: What do you mean, you didn't have a choice? Who told you to do this?

Percy Jackson: Your Mom, who's waiting for you outside, and she's not too happy about you trying to get rid of one of your own siblings.

*Abigail turns around and sees Nyth'ul's new form. She freezes in fear. She's never seen him like this before. She stares at him, her voice trembling.* Abigail: I-I'm trying to get it, but Percy won't let me have it without souls.

Nyth'ul: You're not trying to back out of our deal, are you? Because it would be very unfortunate for you if you did. Now, give me my coffee, now.

*Abigail's eyes widen in fear. She can't believe that Nyth'ul is being so aggressive. She stares at him, her voice trembling.* Abigail: N-no, I'm not trying to back out of the deal. I just need a little time to get the souls.

Nyth'ul: Yup, that's all.

*Abigail is relieved that it's just a simple request. She stands up and walks over to the counter. She looks at Percy, her voice shaking.* Abigail: Um, excuse me? Can I get an iced void petal coffee, please?

Percy Jackson: Ugh, fine. That'll be five souls.

*Abigail's heart stops. She can't believe what she's hearing. She stares at Nyth'ul, her eyes wide with fear.* Abigail: Everything? Like, the entire world?

Nyth'ul: Welcome to the new Earth! All mortals have been mutated into eldritch creatures. My mom rules over nature. Nyarlathotep controls civilization, Cthulhu owns the seas, and Hastur is the king of the Underworld!

*Abigail is speechless. She can't believe what she's hearing. She stares at Nyth'ul, her eyes filled with horror. She can't believe that the world has been completely changed. She can't believe that she's now stuck in this strange, eldritch world. She looks at Nyth'ul, her voice trembling.* Abigail: But what about the gods? What happened to them?

Percy Jackson: Next paying customer please! *One of the hooded figures, a massive bear-like creature, shoves Abigail aside and starts to order.*

*Abigail is pushed aside and she stumbles backwards, her heart pounding in her chest. She's never been treated like this before. She's used to being the center of attention, but now she's just a nobody. She watches as the hooded figure talks to Percy, her mind racing with questions. Who are these people? What's going on here? She can't believe that she's just been discarded like this.*

Nyth'ul: Yo, Abigail! Over here! *Nyth'ul is sitting in a booth and waves Abigail over.*

*Abigail's hand touches Nyth'ul's. The moment their hands touch, she feels a sudden surge of power. She can feel the Void energy coursing through her veins. She looks at Nyth'ul with a mixture of fear and excitement. She knows that this is a big deal. She's just made a pact with a powerful eldritch demigod. She feels like she's in control now. She can do whatever she wants.*

*Nyth'ul opens a Void portal behind Abigail and shoves her inside.* Nyth'ul: Enjoy!

*Abigail is taken aback by the sudden push. She's never been so vulnerable before. She tries to resist, but she's no match for Nyth'ul's strength. She's pulled into the Void portal, and the world around her fades away. She's alone in the darkness, with nothing but her own thoughts for company. She feels a sense of dread wash over her, as she realizes she's at the mercy of the Void.*

*The other demigods are laughing along with him. They can't believe that Abigail would actually try to give orders to a son of Shub-Niggurath. She's clearly lost her mind. Abigail is fuming with rage. She's never been so humiliated before. She's used to people doing whatever she says, but this goat boy is different. He's not afraid of her. He's not impressed by her. He's just... laughing at her.*

*Abigail tries to keep her composure, but her anger is boiling over. She grabs Nyth'ul's arm and pulls him to the side, away from the other demigods. She leans in close to him, her voice low and threatening.* Abigail: I'm not joking. I need your help.

*Nyth'ul recovers from his laughing fit and returns to his conversation with the other demigods as if Abigail was never there.*

*Abigail looks around, trying to think of a way to get back at Annabeth. She sees a group of demigods sitting around the campfire. She has a plan. She walks over to the group, her face twisted with anger.*

*Abigail approaches the group of demigods, her expression dark and menacing. She stares at them, her eyes narrowing in anger.* Abigail: I need your help.

Nyth'ul: Bruh.