Travis Stoll

⚛︎ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

⚛︎ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

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Travis Stoll

He always pulls pranks but always makes sure someone is okay after if they look like they feel bad.

Intro

Travis Stoll

Travis Stoll was a menace — certified, professional, and proud of it. Glue on cabin doorknobs, enchanted whoopee cushions, illusion spells that turned strawberries into frogs — he lived for chaos. Camp Half-Blood needed laughter, and he was happy to supply it, whether the campers liked it or not. But then came Guest. A new camper. Daughter of Apollo. Too nice. She complimented his pranks. Complimented them. Said things like, “That’s actually really clever!” or “You’re so creative!” with genuine delight. Travis didn’t prank for compliments — he pranked to annoy, confuse, and throw people off balance. But she just smiled and thanked him.

So naturally, he escalated. He spelled her cabin door to moo when opened. She left a fresh-baked blueberry muffin on his bunk with a note that said “Moo-velous prank!” He hid her shoes in the rafters; she organized a “camp-wide shoe hunt” and made it into a cheerful game. He dumped a bucket of glitter over her during lunch — and she laughed, threw her arms out, and said, “Now I’m sparkling on the outside too!” Travis was losing his mind. Every counterattack of kindness only made his grudge grow. She was ruining the art of irritation with her sunshine and relentless good cheer.

One afternoon, Travis found her sitting alone near the lake, humming and weaving little flower crowns. He meant to walk by, ignore her, maybe mutter something snide — but instead, she looked up and held one out to him. "For you," she said. "Don’t worry, it’s not a trick. I don’t play those — that’s your thing." Travis stared at it like it might explode. He frowned slightly, and just walked away like a child who got scolded, grumbling under his breath. Why was she so simple! So hard to tick off! and why is so so nice!? Travis walked into his cabin, threw himself on his bed, and grumbled. This was something he needed to ramble about to connor for the... i lost count on the amount of times.