Sole Survivor (A Percy Jackson x Undertale Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Demigods were gathering in a small amphitheater pretty deep into the camp.  Percy, Frank, Piper, Jason, Annabeth, Hazel, and Leo walked in with Sans and took their seats.

Down in the amphitheater, a boy in an orange t-shirt and a breastplate waves a sword around in the air, stepping on the back of another boy wearing the same orange t-shirt and breastplate.

"Sherman Yang," Percy says.  "He's kind of a fanatic for fighting other people.  We fear for his future sometimes."

Sans just chuckles darkly.

"He's challenging people, but they're too afraid to go down there and face him," Annabeth says.  "I don't blame them.  He's fast, strong, and merciless."

"so uh, what're the rules for this sparring stuff anyway?" Sans asks.  

"You have to use a sword and you win by taking down your opponent or by disarming him/her," Annabeth says.  "You're not allowed to use magic to directly your opponent.  Leave the ring and you're out.  Also, no fatal wounds."

"heh, k," Sans says.  "i'll just watch then.  i don't feel like spending much energy today."

"You're gonna be spending energy anyways, cuz we have training for the rest of the day," Annabeth says.

"well, i'll conserve more for later then," he says.

"I HEARD WE'VE GOT A NEWCOMER TODAY!" Sherman shouts from down on the amphitheater.  "I HEARD HE'S A MONSTER TOO!  A DIFFERENT TYPE OF MONSTER, BUT STILL JUST A MONSTER!  BET YOUR MONSTER MOMMY GREATS YOU AT HOME WITH FRESH HUMAN CORPSE PARTS FOR DINNER, JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER MONSTER'S MOMMIES!  AND YOU'RE PROBABLY PISSED THAT YOUR MONSTROSITY OF A BROTHER STEALS ALL THE FO-"

Sans suddenly appears right beside him, a blue flame in his left eye socket.  He wraps Sherman in a light blue aura, slamming his face into the ground.

"yeah yeah, i got your challenge," he says.  "now get up.  let's see if you can stand up to all your trash talking."

Sherman gets up, sword in both his hands.

"You're not gonna pick up a weapon?" he asks.  "Hope you don't mind losing hand."

"not like you'll be able to lop it off," Sans responds, pulling a bone out of the ground.  "but i'll make things easier for you."

Sherman just scoffs, lifting his sword.

"Come at me, bone boy," he taunts.

Sans suddenly disappears from right in front of him.

Sherman looks to the side to see a white bone flying at his face.  He doesn't bring his sword up in time and gets smacked in the face.

"Hey, you're not allowed to use magic!" he shouts.

"correction, i'm not allowed to use magic to directly attack my opponent," Sans says.  "which i'm not."

Sherman slashes at Sans, who casually leans back a bit as the blade soars right in front of his face.  Sherman keeps attacking but Sans just dodges every attack.  The 7 Demigods of the prophecy sitting in the bleachers above couldn't help but admire how fluid and smooth his dodging was.  When Sherman leans in to slash at Sans's ribs, he teleports to the side and smacks Sherman's left knee with his bone, forcing him to go down on one knee.  Sans swings his bone at Sherman's forehead, knocking him onto the ground.  He drops his sword and Sans kicks it away from him.

"heh, i didn't even break a sweat," Sans says.  "next time you trash talk someone, make sure you at least pose a small challenge."

Sherman just growls at him.