Prologue

Percy Jackson left the library and started his short walk home. He tilted his head back as his mind started to wander to earlier this day. When he was a kid his name didn't give him much trouble, but as he started to grow up that changed.

Middle school was the beginning of his name teasing. Percy was annoyed at his parents. They didn't have the balls to take care of him and they chose his name from a frickin fantasy book. Of course, there could have been extenuating circumstances but he doubted that when the couple entered the orphanage in a tuxedo and a dress. When he got to high school, the teasing lowered a lot but it was still there. He was already in a terrible mood today, because he found out that he was being moved to a different orphanage at the end of the week. Then Flash and his gang of dunderheads started their teasing. Eventually, it lead to a fight, but since it was the end of the day, they didn't get in into too much trouble.

Percy shook his head and looked forward. He noticed a new shop next to the Jamba Juice he always passes by. He checked his watch and saw that he still had half an hour, so he entered it. Looking around he saw Benedict Cumberbatch(?) behind the counter. The man gets up and walks around to the front. Percy does a once over, the man was wearing steampunk-type clothing. He also had a metal hand and was holding a cane.

"Hello, how may I help you?", he said. "What kind of shop is this?", Percy asked. "This shop sells anything you could ever desire. Whether it's an item, knowledge, power, or even a reality. Within moral reason of course.", he says. Obviously Percy understood what he was saying, and he didn't really believe it; but he couldn't help feel just a tiny bit of hope and excitement.

(Percy POV)

"Prove it." I burst out. I was slowly starting to realize who the man might be. The man smiles and starts to teleport around the room. "Professor Paradox", I whisper. Paradox's smile widens, "Finally! So let's skip the formalities, What do you desire?", he asks. I thought about this before as a kid, so I told him. "I want an Omnitrix, I want to be an Osmosian, and I want to go to a Marvel Cinematic Universe." He goes over to a shelf of vials filled with different colored liquids. He picks one and gives it to me, without hesitation I down it in one gulp. And then I black out.