When Timelines Collide

Percy?

Guess who's BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Sorry I haven't uploaded the past couple of days, however it's better then some people *cough* people who update one measly chapter a month *cough* *cough*

The answer to the last question was...

Mount St. Helens, in BoL (the Battle of the Labyrinth)

Somewhere in New York, 0.00003015 Seconds later

Percy's P.O.V

I was walking to the magic cemetery, when I felt something strange. I could detect the blood in three people trying to stalk me, but I could easily feel four presences, all very strong. I tried to ignore it, as I entered the cemetery. 

I walked towards the graves of my friends, kneeling in front of the first one. I laid a pink flower on the grave of Piper McLean, before shuffling to the next one. I then laid a red flower on the grave of Frank Zhang. This continued on, orange for Leo, black for Nico, and then I reached Annabeth.

I laid the grey flower on her grave as tears started falling down my face.

"I'm sorry." I muttered, remembering what happened on that fateful day.

Now, something weird happens to me. I sometimes get mini-flashbacks, where instead of living the memory, a picture from my memory flashes into vision. This happened now.

As I wiped the tears from my eyes, the image of my sword in Annabeth's side flashed in my eyes. (Nyeh heh heh!) This tipped me over the edge, and I just knelt there, crying like no-one was watching, which I knew wasn't true. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.

"Percy?" Hazel whispered. My head shot back to face the four figures. I saw Jason, Hazel, a kid in a striped top and a dude in a hoodie. He was the one I couldn't feel the blood of.

I gave Hazel an apologetic glance, and turned back to face the grave, sobbing even more. Then, I felt an arm over my shoulders.

"Shhh." Hazel comforted, "It's okay, it wasn't your fault."

"It is." I protested, knowing full well what I'd done.

"You didn't mean to." Hazel said firmly, "She wouldn't want you morning over her death."

Behind me, I heard a deep voice ask; "Annabeth?"

To which Jason confirmed, "Annabeth."

I felt another arm over my shoulder, as Jason tried to calm me down as well. After about five minutes, the guy in the hoodie spoke up.

"Percy Jackson. We need your help."

"Who's we?" I asked.

"Everyone, Everything that's ever existed and ever will exist is in danger." He spoke firmly.

"You seem powerful," I said, turning to face him and the kid. "Why can't you beat this threat?"

The guy just sighed, "She is much more powerful then anything you could imagine." He stated.

"I doubt their worse than Tartarus." I muttered.

"Much." The man replied. "Please, Percy, come with us."

"Must I?" I asked, sighing.

"Unless you want everything gone, yes." The man confirmed.

"Which of you two is stronger?" I asked, pointing at the guy in the hoodie, and the kid in the striped jumper.

They seemed to have a silent conversation, when the guy in the hoodie said, "Frisk is." Gesturing towards the person next to them.

"Alright," I said, "Frisk, if you can beat me, I'll join your crew."

"Okay." Frisk said, calmly. "If I lose, we'll leave you alone."

"Deal." I said.

"Powers allowed?" Frisk asked.

"Powers allowed." I replied, as I drew Riptide. "Where's your weapon?" I asked, to which I got no reply.

"Alrighty then!"Blue hoodie man said. "Duel begins in three! two! one! FIGHT!"

(We're just gonna pretend that Celestial Bronze can hurt regular mortals. Okay? Okay.)

I charged at this Frisk fellow, bringing Riptide into an uppercut. As I was about five feet from them, they moved their arm in a slashing motion, and a red, glowing sword appeared in their hand. It looked Jian (Chinese sword, look it up) but at the hilt there was a dragon mouth connecting to the blade, like the blade was extending from the red dragon.

Frisk masterly blocked my strike, before slashing at me, hitting my side with the dull of their blade, knocking me to the side. Frisk ran at me, summoning a shield of equal awesomeness in their free hand. They went for an uppercut, which I blocked. Rolling to the side I tried a different technique. I tried controlling the blood in their veins to stop them moving.

They froze for a few seconds, before my method stopped working. As they charged me again, I panicked, and lunged at them. I accidentally cut a massive gash in their stomach, and as they lost momentum, they staggered, trying to stay up.

However, much to my amazement, the cut just started healing, much like me in water. Using my distraction to their advantage, Frisk lunged at me. Long story short I lost the duel.

After Frisk de-summoned their swords, they reached out to me to help me up. Pulling me up I said, "Okay, you win. But I need to see my mum first."

"Where'd she live?" The figure in blue asked. "By the way, I'm Sans." Sans finished.

I told him where my mum lived, and he just nodded. "Oke-dokey, I can get us there."

"How?" I asked, "You got a car?"

"Better." He said. "Gather round." 

I obeyed, and suddenly we were standing at the door to my house.

"Woah." I marvelled, "Do you have shadow travel?"

"Nah," Sans said, "I can just teleport."

"How?" I said, my eyes then widened. "Are you a god?"

"Nah." Sans said again.

"When are we going to tell him, Sans?" Frisk asked.

"When the time comes, pal." Sans answered, looking over his shoulder.

I knocked on the door, wondering what they were talking about. After a second, my mum, Sally Jackson-Blofis, answered the door.

"Percy," She said, "I see you've brought some friends, old and new. Come in, I've got a batch of blue cookies."

My stomach rumbled at the mention of the best food ever.

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