"You don't remember who you are." Rachel sighed. "And that's why they haven't killed you yet." ~~~~~~~~~~ The giant war has finally come to an end. Percy hopes that he can relax a bit, go to collage and hopefully live a normal life. Reality has other plans. Gaea and Tartarus want revenge. They are plotting for the downfall of Olympus and their heroes. And so another prophecy is spoken. This one mentions that a choice will have to be made. Everyone assumes it is Percy Jackson, the savior of Olympus. Except it's not him. It's not even a true hero. In fact, it's someone who they all despise. Someone who is combing back from the fields of Asphodel. The augur himself, Octavian. The fate of Olympus rests on his shoulders.

"Because not all family is to share the same skin. . . Literally." ~~~~~~~~~~ The Village wasn't your home any longer. That ended ever since you had fallen down. Now, you were to fend off for both you and your sibling, while hoping for nothing more unfortunate to cross your path. What you didn't expect was that you would end up meeting with the monsters, which were the ones the villagers loathed seeing every moment of their lives. The ones the villagers had warned you so much about were the ones who actually lend out a hand, in more ways than one. That's when you realized your home wasn't on the Village. No. Your home was with them - It was with the monsters. ~~~~~~~~~~ ** Small Note/Before You Go On: This is meant to be a 'x Reader' of sorts, and the events will take place after the ending of the Pacifist route. ** Undertale belongs to its creator Toby Fox. I only took the liberty of putting my thoughts into a fan fiction.