Sole Survivor (A Percy Jackson x Undertale Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

"That duel earlier has really gotten to you, hasn't it?" Jason asks, sitting on the ground in the dueling amphitheater, catching his breath and wiping some sweat off his forehead.  "You're really aggressive today."

Percy sits next to him, splashing a bucket of water over his head.

"Let's go again," Percy says, standing up and picking up his sword.

"Gimme a few minutes please," Jason says.  "I can't pull an Aquaman trick like that and instantly revitalize myself from splashing cold water on my head."

"Please don't call me Aquaman," Percy grunts.

"Sure thing, waterboy," Jason replies.

Percy just laughs and sits beside Jason.

"You know, I can't stop thinking of my duel with Sans the other day," Percy says.  "I was fighting with all I had.  I put every ounce of strength into every swing.  But Sans, his smile was just as easygoing and casual as always.  It was as if he were just toying with me.  Jason, I never felt so weak in my life, not even when I faced Night.  Night did make me feel weak, yes, but she was a primordial goddess.  Sans was just...a monster."

"Heh, but he could pound Ares if he tried hard enough," Jason says.  "You think curses work on him?  Considering that, y'know, he's a skeleton."

"Wouldn't wanna find out," Percy says.  "He's still a friend to us."

"Yeah," Jason says.  

Suddenly, a large light blue beam shoots out from the side wall.  Percy and Jason jump, swords in their hands.

"Sorry, sorry!" Leo cries, poking his head through the hall in the wall.  "That was an accident!  Nobody got hurt, did they?"

"No, but please go use that somewhere else," Jason says.  "We all know how much you enjoy new toys, but it's not as fun for the rest of us if it results in getting our heads blown off."

"Yeah yeah, sorry again," Leo says, leaving.

"Alright, ready to get back at it?" Percy asks, uncapping Riptide.

"Let's go," Jason replies, withdrawing his own sword.

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"It's...snowing?!?" Annabeth asks, holding her hand up to the snow falling around them.  "It definitely feels like snow.  How is it snowing Underground?"

"work of the core," Sans says.  "anyways, welcome to snowdin, my home town."

"It's really cold here," Frank says, shivering.  "Like, colder than in Canada."

"what's canada?" Sans asks, raising an eyebrow.

"It's the name of the country I was born in," Frank says.

"interesting name, canada," Sans says.  "anyways, snowdin town isn't too far from here.  if we hurry, we'll get there in a few minutes."

After a few minutes of walking, the trio come across a small collection of buildings.  There were no lights on anywhere and there was nobody walking around on the manmade (monster-made?) paths in the snow.  Sans walks up to a building with the word GRILLBY'S above its front door in large, orange letters.  He pushes the doors open and walks in.  

All the way at the front is a simple bar with shelves of alcoholic drinks behind it and stools in front of it.  To the sides were chairs and tables.  Above the bar was a little sign displaying the food items that were for sale and their cost in G.

"i used to come here all the time when i had something in mind or when i just wanted to talk to my pal, grillby," Sans says.  "grillby's was a humble establishment.  he didn't really strive to be rich and instead strived to make enough money to support himself and his niece, fuku.  so uh, you guys want anything?  a burger?  fries?"