Chapter VI Your Hat is Lame. I'm Not Dancing With You

Funny. Percy had once considered dreams fickle. He had once regarded them as nothing more than entertainment for his sleeping mind. Now, he knew better. There was so much more to them. They were capable of so much. Every night, millions of people rested, dreaming. They could be imagining a million different, countless things. Endless possibilities! And it was funny how they thought their dreams were all their own. That no one else could possibly be privy to such a personal thing.

He found it hilarious how wrong they were. Oh, it was so much fun to walk amongst the unsuspecting mortals, sneaking into their subconscious thoughts, where anything was possible. Their deepest, darkest wish could become reality. A shameful lust could be seen in a completely acceptable light. They could elope with a sloth who favored wearing socks and live happily ever after.

And oh, how fun it was to toy with their little dreams. He couldn't describe how pleasing it was to see a happy, rainbow and vodka filled dream go to a dark, moonless night, lost in the woods, hungry creatures prowling about.

Though, he himself didn't like dreaming. It was boring. There was nothing he could do to his own dreams while he slept to make them more interesting, like he found he loved doing with the imaginations of mortal.

Nope, he had to sit through his boring, seemingly normal subconscious thoughts. Though, he supposed sitting at a table whilst wearing a blue and white dress, completely with headband, while Luke sat across from him, looking quite moody in his ribbon-decorated top hat while he sipped his tea.

Percy groaned, flopping back into his chair, adjusting his headband. "Borning! Boring boring boring! You! Mousy, dance!" Percy said, pointing at a mouse on his left who had been reading a thick novel labeled Quantum Physics.

"I don't dance." The mouse sniffed, his voice so low pitched it resonated.

Percy pouted, and turned to the the little blond girl on his right. Her head was tilted to the side, and her milky white eyes gazed blankly at the back of the mouse's book. She had rabbit ears sticking out of her head, and as she turned her head towards Percy, she smiled, even as blood started to run from her eyes.

"Tick tock, tick tock, three mice ran up the clock..." She murmured, giggling as her gaze transfixed upon the mouse once again.

Percy huffed. He turned accusing eyes on Luke, frowning. "Why're you here? You abandoned me, like, a month ago when you died." Percy said, turning upside down in his chair. His dress fell, revealing baby blue stockings that reached his thigh and flared, but he couldn't care, even as his head hung underneath the table.

He noticed that whatever store dream Luke was getting his pants at, they were damn nice. The shoes too. Both were nice, black, the pants pressed and the shoes sleek.

Luke gazed sadly at him, though Percy couldn't see it. "I'm sorry I did this too you." He spoke softly, voice sorrowful. Percy flipped back over, observing Luke who sat like a kicked puppy. Percy raised an eyebrow.

"What exactly did you do to me? Put me in this dress? I quite like it, actually. The headband is nice, keeps the hair out of my face. I think I'll start wearing them on a regular basis." Percy murmured, petting his hair, which in defiance from being help back poofed out in a mane of hair behind the hairpiece, curly locks spreading and fanning out. Percy absentmindedly twirled a long lock of hair on his finger.

Luke shook his head, lowering his face into his hands in seemingly anguish. "Can't you see? Can't you see it all?" He asked. Though instead of the slightly watery voice Percy expected to hear, Luke spoke with a laugh in his voice. He raised his head, eyes glowing bright green. He giggled and jumped in his chair, and Percy smiled widely. "You're insane, because of me." He spoke in a hushed voice, whispering loudly as they were rather far apart.

Percy scoffed, standing in his chair. He hopped onto the table, spinning as he swirled his dress around, paying no mind to the food on the table, nor the blond girl or the mouse. "I'm not insane. Why would I be insane? How could you even cause such a thing? Yes, I'm still terribly hurt by your death, but hey, torturing people in their sleep via dreams is fun, so it's cool." Percy said, shrugging.

Luke smiled widely, climbing gracefully onto the table as well. "C'mon, you're smarter than that, I know you are. Surely you've put the pieces together, and are just ignoring them?" Luke asked, eyes glinting as he offered his hand in dance.

Percy scoffed at the hand, continuing his one-man-dance that consisted mainly of twirls to accent the folds in the dress.

"I've not the slightest clue what you're talking about. And you're top hat isn't nearly fancy enough for me to accept your hand."

"Would you prefer I spell it out for you? If you refuse to admit it to yourself, perhaps you'll take the cowardly route and let your subconscious tell you in disguise." Luke said, sneer in place. Percy shrugged.

"If that makes you happy. I'm rather content in the knowledge that I look amazing in a dress. They're so fun! Look at me spin, Luke!" Percy laughed joyously, falling off the table and into the pale arms of the girl. He sat there calmly, legs dangling over the chair leg as he stared at Luke. He ignored the girl, who had decided nibbling gently on Percy's gloved hand would be fun.

Luke picked up the mouse, who squeaked in indignation as his book fell. Luke squeezed the mouse in his hand roughly, and it ceased to make noise, causing a satisfied smile to adorn Luke's face. "I was a Guardian, Percy. I know you figured that part out at some point." He sent a pointed look in Percy's direction, but the only indication that Percy was listening to him was him shushing the girl, but still didn't bother to pull his hand from her grasp.

"Perhaps you never figured out which God I was, but I know you knew. I assume you remember what I told you when I first started watching over you, about five years ago? About what happens when a Guardian takes their stance over a child?"

Percy frowned, tilting his head in his direction. "Vaguely."

Luke rolled his eyes, playing with the limp mouse in his hands, swinging it back and forth while holding onto its tail. "Yes, well, when my powers transitioned to you, it was a bit too much. You're insane now, with a hearty arsenal of abilities at your side, I must say. Honestly I'm scared for those that crossed you." Luke giggled.

Percy smiled, his head hanging limply upside down over the arm of the chair. The girl had moved on from nibbling gently onto his gloved hand to the flared fabric of the ruffle around his shoulder. A giggle soon escaped him. "So I'm a lunatic, yeah? Oooohh, that's a fun word. Lunatic, lunatic. Loony-lunatic. Loony-Luna. Loony-Luna! I like that name. Luke, call me Luna, will you?"

Luke smiled, hopping off the table. "Why of course, your Majestic Lunacy."

"Oh wait, Luke! You said you were a minor God, yes? Which one?" Percy asked, sitting up and dislodging the girl. She hissed as him, revealing sharp fangs, but went back to her nibbling when Percy shushed her.

A sneaky smile crept onto Luke'a face. "Guess."

A pout encased Percy's features. "NO! I DON'T LIKE GUESSING! TELL ME NOW!" He shouted, arms flailing and hitting the girls head, knocking it off her shoulders. She wailed and her arms and body attempted to get up to chase after it, but Percy refused to move.

Luke frowned, dropping the mouse as though it was something disgusting. It made a soft, squishy sound as it hit the floor. "Fine then. My name is Loki, God of Mischief." He said, a snarl to his features.

Percy tilted his head, and started giggling. "Loki. I like that name. Almost as much as I like Luna. Hmm, rather close to Luke, isn't it? Luki. Loke. Luke-Loki, Loki-Luke, ahahahhahaha," Percy trailed off into insane giggles, slumping back into his chair. The girls headless body threw him off of her, and Percy continued to laugh, harder and harder as he watched the body chase after the wailing, blood stained head.

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I had mass amounts of fun writing this, omfg. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Whatcha guys think of Percy? *Evil grin* EEEEEPPP I FUCKING LOVE THIS STORYYY

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