Notes

Frick you, frick this "can't sleep because I'm thinking about everything and anything", I need a qsmp pjo au. This will have absolutely no outline, we're just going off the "but why?" thing. Will it work? Probably not. But it could and that's what matters.
Also Leo and Sunny have beef. From where? No one knows and no one asks.
Okay so the problem is that one of the gods isn't acting right (Quack) so by the time they get to camp, everything is tense.

Shroud - Phil
Dapper - Bad
Tilin - Quackity
Juanaflipa - Charlie
Bobby - Jaiden
Ramon - Fit
Michal - ?????
Tallulah - ???
Chayanne - ????
Em - Bagi
Pomme - Etoiles
Richas - Cellbit
Leo - Foolish
Sunny - Charlie
Tommy - Phil
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Bagi = Artemis
Charlie = Dionysus
Fit = Poseidon
Cellbit = Apollo
Bad = Hades
Phil = Zeus
Foolish = Hephaestus
Quackity = Hermes
Jaiden = Athena
Etoiles = Ares
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Cucurucho = Evil titan guy
Tubbo = Saitr


Chapter One of WLTW (Done 1321)
Chayanne was decidedly not listening to Tallulah's ramble about whatever book she had just read. It might have been interesting, and he might have asked if he could borrow it, but just doing schoolwork was hard enough. He was nodding along when he thought it was appropriate, hoping that she hadn't noticed that he was putting his full attention on the words that seemed to be rolling off the pages of his textbook.

"Chayanne? Are you alright?" Tallulah tilted her head in question from where she was next to him on his bed, even though her’s was across the small room. He lifted his head, only then noticing how deep his brows were furrowed in concentration. He sighed, closing the heavy book and sliding it down next to him on the floor beside the bed frame.

"Yeah," Chayanne stretched his arms above his head, and glanced at the clock, 4:23, "I'll start on dinner." He slid off the sheets, feeling the gaze of his sister on his back.

This was their usual schedule.

They were both home schooled by various textbooks, since their mother was usually out of the house. Chayanne had gotten good at making meals throughout the years to make up for her absence, and had cooked the majority of the food they ate.

He steps out of the room, turning down the hall into the small kitchen. A shape is leaned over the dining table, and his mom turns her face to him through her arms, smiling weakly. Even in the dim light, the bags under her eyes are prevalent.

She sits up, and climbs out of the chair. She bends down and wraps her arms around him, holding him in a silent embrace. Chayanne hugs her tightly back, no words needing to be spoken for them to understand.

She leans back onto the balls of her feet, holding on to his hands and looking up at him.

“What would you like for dinner?” She asks, voice warm and soft. Her dyed red hair shone against the fluorescent light. Chayanne pulled back his lips in thought. He hadn’t expected her to be home, so he was not planning on what he wanted to make since he wanted to look through what they had first.

“Tacos,” he replies simply. Tallulah would appreciate it, they were her favourite, and they usually had the stuff for it. Her smile widened, and let go of his hands to stand up and glide to the kitchen. Chayanne wanted to ask for help, because seeing her do extra even though she looked dead on her feet, he knew she’d refuse; she always did.

Chayanne didn’t feel like walking back to his room, so he climbed onto his chair and rested his chin in his palm, elbow digging into the cold wood table. He watched her work and pace around the kitchen grabbing ingredients and mixing the taco seasoning into cooked beef in a pan.

Once she had pulled out the cheese and lettuce out of the fridge, Chayanne planted his feet back on the ground and pattered to his and his sister’s room, mumbling to her that dinner was ready from the doorway.

They made their plates in silence, besides the clinking of cutlery and footsteps. They took their places on the small table, only a small amount of chatter thrown about between them. Chayanne couldn’t help but notice the new bruises on her hands.

In his and Tallulah’s eleven years of living, neither of them could figure out what their mom, Sally Soot, did for work. She explained that they were too young to know, but it was keeping them safe. She sacrificed so much for them, and Chayanne couldn’t figure out what or why.

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About an hour after dinner, a ring of the doorbell almost made Chayanne drop the piece of the puzzle he was trying to find its place for. He whipped his head up, watching as his mother hurried to the door. She opened it tentatively, as if the person on the other side might jump in and attack them.

Her shoulders drooped, and Chayanne peaked around her to see a boy handing her a crisp white letter. They both mumbled in hushed tones, then Mom closed the door. Whatever smile she had held up for him faded into something pensive, almost angry.

She slid into a chair next to the table, and tore open the letter, not seeming to care about its inhabitant. She pulled out the paper, unfolded it, and began reading it. Only after a few moments, she turned her head over to the couch where he was sitting, and they locked gazes. She only shook her head, and he put his attention back to the bird themed puzzle.

Chayanne hadn’t expected her to be home, let alone awake. And she seemed more on guard than usual. Chayanne wanted to help her, to ask her what was happening, and if he could help. Though she always shifted the topic when it came up. They rarely got letters, and Mom seemed as if she had a personal vendetta towards all of them. Neither he nor Tallulah ever asked about its contents, so they never knew what made Mom so angry towards them.

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Chayanne was laying back in his bed, arms above him holding a world war II book over his face. Tallulah was plucking on the strings of her guitar, going through the cords she knew on her own bed. That guitar was a gift from their father, Mom had told her on her eighth birthday. It was one of the few times she ever had talked about him.

Each of them had their own space, even if it blurred in the middle. Chayanne’s was filled with various duck themed items, his favourite animal since he knew what they were; Tallulah’s half contained various flower books, notebooks, and music themed items.

There was a slight rapping against the door, and Tallulah placed a hand on the strings to stop the vibration. Chayanne lowered the book and sat upright, making a noise of affirmation. The doorknob turned, and their mother lightly pushed the door open.

She glanced at the two of them, and then sat on Tallulah's petal patterned comforter, patting the bed on her left side. Chayanne reached over onto the desk as he read the last few words of the paragraph, and slotted the paper strip into the page. As he took a few steps forward, he noticed the letter in her hands. It seemed to be the same one she had received yesterday.

Once they were both comfortable, with Tallulah looking up at Mom and Chayanne trying to make out any address on the letter, she spoke.

“Hey, I understand how I’ve kept you cooped up inside a lot, so this might come as a surprise,” She chuckled without humour, lifting up the flap of the envelope and pulling out a long, folded piece of paper, “but I’ve decided to send you to a summer camp.”

Chayanne frowned, a summer camp? Why would she send them away when they had all they needed right here? When he looked over at his sister’s expression, her eyes were wide, filled with something akin to excitement at the thought of going away.

“When do we leave?” Tallulah’s voice betrayed most of her excitement, and Mom smiled.

“Possibly the day after tomorrow, I wouldn’t want you to leave without saying goodbye” Tallulah beamed so wide, her small cheeks were having trouble containing it. Mother unfolded the letter, and Chayanne leaned in to figure out who it was from. The paper was full of fancy, swirling letters that Chayanne was struggling to read, and probably still would even if he didn’t have dyslexia. He noticed one detail, two small drawings on the bottom of the page.

A torch and a spindle were placed where a signature was lacking.

Chapter Two of WLTW (Done 1831)

While Tallulah had started packing right after dinner, Chayanne was more hesitant. This seemed all too sudden, and he kept glancing at his mother with suspicion throughout the rest of the day. What had made her change her mind? They had been getting letters for years, why now was she sending them away?

Even after they had gone to bed, he tossed and turned with never-ending questions and worries. They had hardly left their small suburban home, so this was going to be a shock Chayanne didn’t know how to prepare himself for. He also wondered how Tallulah would react, as she’d always been quiet and shy when it wasn’t just Chayanne and their mom. Then he thought about how many other kids would be there. And the theme, since there must be some sort of idea the camp revolved around.

He thought, wondered, and questioned until he finally passed out early in the morning.

And when he woke up again, it was later than usual. He had slept in longer than he intended to, though shrugged it off when his sister questioned it. When he walked out of the room, he immediately smelled bacon and eggs. Smiling, he hurried into the kitchen where a plate of each had been left.

He grabbed a clean plate and helped himself to the breakfast food, then walked to the kitchen table. The back door was left open, letting in the cool morning breeze. The dew in the grass made the blades shine against the sun, making the backyard look pretty. Mom had knelt down next to Tallulah, opening different bags of seeds next to the flower bed.

Forgetting his worries‒ the probable reason she was planting with them‒ Chayanne quickly ate his food, before leaving his plate on the counter and stepped out the door to meet his sister and mother.

Tallulah was the first to notice him, looking up from the package of carnations she was prying open to wave at him, beaming. Mom then noticed him when he sat down next to Tallulah, offering him a small smile. She was taking a few seeds from each bag and planting them in the small holes she made with her thumb, spacing them out as evenly as she could.

The morning doves were cooing as they planted, the sun warming their skins and the grass tickling their legs. Tallulah was excited to see how the flowers would turn out, imagining the heights of them and how pretty they would fit together. All the while their mother explained to them germination and how long it would take each one to sprout.

“Do they have meanings, Ma?” Tallulah asked, looking at the different information on the back of each packet.

“They do,” Mom replied, standing up to see their work, “I’m not sure if I remember all of them however,” she chuckled lightly. She hummed in thought, trying to see if she knew any of the ones they had in the bed. She then pointed to the carnations, “These mean mother’s love, because it’s the flowers for mother’s day. The roses mean just plain love, and the begonias mean-”

There was a knock at the front door, which they could see clearly from the back door. Mom thinned her lips, standing up and wearily walking through their small house. She looked through the peephole before opening the door, and her shoulders slouched when she saw who was on the other side.

Chayanne stood up, sneaking to see who she was talking to. Her body blocked most of them, but on the other side was a short boy with shaggy brown hair that faded to bleached tips. He appeared frantic, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.

Mom turned around to the back door with an equally concerned and worried expression. "Tallulah, Chayanne, I'm going to need you to grab your bags." The two siblings turned to each other, and ultimately walked into their rooms.

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The four of them were now packed into their mother's car, the boy up front despite looking just a few years older. He was still fiddling with his hands, but he didn't speak. In fact, none of them had as they packed their things into the car. Their luggage was in the back, but Chayanne had kept his small duck plushie with him.

Tallulah was glancing at him, as if to ask if he could ask the question that was on both of their minds; Though, there were a lot of questions he wanted to ask, and he was sure Tallulah shared the sentiment. The boy looked up at the rear view mirror, and turned in his seat to face them; presumably after seeing their confused expressions.

“You know where you’re going, yeah?” He asked, and he seemed hopeful. Chayanne hated to watch his face drop as Tallulah shook her head and Chayanne made a so-so gesture. He groaned, putting his face in his hands. “Sally!” He drawled, turning back to the front.

"Look!" Mom said sharply, gripping the wheel harder. "He said it would be better to wait! They would have a harder time finding them if they didn't know until we got to the camp. I'm just following his instructions because he said he knew what he was doing." If anything, this puts more questions in Chayanne's head than before. Who was looking for them, who had told her? He shrunk back in his seat, frowning.

"I get it, I get it, but I'm not explaining it to them in a car and I don't want them to freak out at camp." Their mother then paused, her grip still as strong as before. "...Why did we go early? You said we had a week." Even though she was asking, she said the words as if she didn't want to know the answer.

The boy apparently saw this, and tensed. He turned around and looked past Chayanne and Tallulah, through the back window. His gaze flickered as if he was looking for something, then locked on a spot above Tallulah.

"Tubbo please tell me we're not being chased," Mom had grit her teeth, and they were going slightly faster. Tubbo-- Chayanne supposed that was his name-- looked sheepish as he turned back around and shrunk in his seat. Mom sighed heavily, and began shifting through the traffic to get to their destination faster.

“Where are we going?” Tallulah asked, looking at her lap as she twiddled her thumbs. Tubbo paused, and while Chayanne was behind him so he couldn’t see Tubbo’s expression, he had to guess he was thinking hard.

“Well, it’s where people who are…” He trailed off, and Tallulah deadpanned. He turned around to face them again, face looking pained. “It’s where people who are… different go.” He attempted to redeem himself from that explanation with a nervous grin.

“Just spit it out already,” Mom sighed. Chayanne had rarely seen her agitated, so he appreciated Tallulah grabbing his hand for comfort.

“Why can’t you?!”

“I’m driving you goat!” Tubbo grimaced, but was defeated.

“Fine!” He raised his hands placatingly, “You’re going to this camp called camp half-blood, which is kinda funny since you two aren’t te- ow, what was that for!? Aren’t you driving?” Tubbo rubbed the side of his head, and Mom still had her hand raised.

“Explain it to them later, got it? We’re almost there anyway. Kids, look for a strawberry field.” After that, the conversation died out. Tubbo was now back to sitting forward, and Tallulah and Chayanne were holding on to each other like a lifeline. He was so lost, it was all so confusing. His mother had bickered with Tubbo like they knew each other for a while, or had at one point.

He tried to look out the back window, trying to find what Tubbo had spotted. His eyes glanced over cars, and couldn’t find anything irregular. Then he looked at the side of the road.

It looked like a lion, but it dipped into the uncanny. Something about it was blurry, and he had to really squint his eyes to get a good look at it. The lion almost seemed to be hovering, and it became apparent to Chayanne that the thing had wings. His eyes widened, how in the world did the thing have working wings?!

“I see you’ve spotted it,” Tubbo almost sounded sheepish, and while Chayanne wanted to see what his expression was, he couldn’t look away from the creature. It seemed to have a tail that did not behave like a normal feline tail at all, it curved and whipped.

The creature was also heading straight in their direction. He tried to reason that it wasn’t heading for them, but hardly anyone else was on the road at this point.

“I see the field up ahead, once I turn into it I need you three to get out of the car and into the cabin as fast as you can, understood?” Mom had that tone in her voice that left no room for arguments, but Chayanne still had questions.

“Why aren’t you going too?” He tore his gaze away from the road, and noticed his sister was also staring at it, not having said a word in a while. From what Chayanne could see of her face, it was unreadable. His mom on the other hand, her knuckles were going white from how hard she was gripping the steering wheel.

“I can’t, okay? I’ll be safe anyways.” Her tone had dipped into something soft, and he tried to pretend that made him feel better about it. His hand was still gripped tightly in Tallulah’s, so it would be easier to pull her out of the car, even with her stubborn nature.

Tubbo had his hand hovering over the end of his seatbelt, ready any moment to hop out of the car. Chayanne decided to do the same, one hand in his sister’s and the other ready to press the red button, and his sister’s too. It wasn’t hard to spot the strawberries. Even in the coming fall months, they were still bright red.

They swung into the dirt path in front of it, and Chayanne immediately pushed down on the button, reaching over to do Tallulah’s too. She gave a confused look, but allowed herself to be pulled along and out of the vehicle. Tubbo was right in front of them, urging them forward as he kept glancing backward.

And when Chayanne looked, the lion was much closer than before. Chayanne ran as fast as he could.

His lungs acked as they ran up the hill. Tubbo seemed to be doing it with ease, and Chayanne was instantly jealous of him. Tallulah then pulled back, resisting his tug.

“But what about Mom?!” She cried out, and Tubbo kept urging her to the cabin.

“She’ll be fine, just fine!”

When they had reached the top of the hill, Tubbo pulled the door open and pulled them inside.