Your mouth feels dry, so you try to grab the water bottle placed right next to your feet—oh, wait, crap! You can't reach anything right now, as you are writing a very important story yet to be read by about 930 people. Or aliens, you've seen some night aliens sneak in and read your books, too. You assume they're aliens, because who else would wake up at 2:00am to leave on your measly ask book...and there's goes your train of thought. Anyways, you, author-chan, are getting off topic. You need to add some character into this blank page of writing—except this one useless paragraph that nobody would read. Your finger hovers over the delete button, but then you think against it and keep writing.

Okay, who should be in this train-wreck of a chapter? Oh yes, that one fellow, Magaroni Chassie, wasn't it? Hmm..that annoying blonde dude with a sarcastic tongue, yes he should be in the story. You write him in.

Magaroni Chassie, also known as, Magpunzel with his golden locks of helping hair—appear.

Magpunzel appears behind you, a scowl on his face as he sees what masterpiece you have concocted on this Wattpad acousjuhhkddhajsfdhiduasdak,ankjnasjefnjwerouwhuifrehukhswrkjfkjcncwjsddijewefuihwfer

Quit it, Magpunzel, you say to him as you push him into the story.

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Messy: Gods, what even did I write. That shit up there should be labeled with a sticky white adhesive with bold letters saying: 'word barf' I mean—why—ahem. Anyways, Magnus, go get Hearth.

Magnus: Who are you? Wait you're the no-swearing girl, why are you cussing?

Messy: *completely ignoring Magnus* Oh, great, I'm being a huge self-insert here. I'm just going to leave now, by flushing myself down into the fictional toilet of shame. You guys just have to dye Percy's hair red and steal his blue cookies. Got it? Good. Now go. *disappears into the toilet of shameful self-inserts*

Magnus: ...I'm just going to ignore all the words up there for now, and just pay attention to the main objective: 'Operation: Piss off Percy'. Hearth, buddy, you with me?

Hearth: *nods*

...*time skip*...

Magnus: Do you think he noticed yet? I mean it should be pretty obvious when the bucket of red paint falls on top of—

*a thud and a large echo followed by an irritated groan echoes throughout the Poseidon cabin*

Hearth: *signs* That looks like a 'pretty obvious' sign to me that he has definitely noticed.

Magnus: Okay, you got the plan, Hearth. I stay here and stall, while you run out with the blue cookies. That plan starts...now!

*door slams open*

Percy: *looks around then spots Magnus* Magnus Chase...I will make the rest of your living-death thing pure Tartarus for you.

Magnus: *takes a few steps back* Uh, should I take this as an opportunity to run away while I can?

Percy: Yes, yes you very much should. *lunges forward*

Magnus: Oh crap.. *dodges and races out the door, only to collide with Hearth, who drops a large stack of blue cookies on the ground*

Percy: Ah-ha! *jumps on top of Magnus and Hearth and grabs a cookie in his hand* Victory, once again!

Magnus: *grunts* Can't—breathe!

...Messy: So OfficialBookOwl There's your sequel!