AN: Disclaimer- I DO NOT own any of the characters you will see in this story. This is my first fanfic, so I hope that it will go well. Thanks for reading!

~MegaaaaAwesome123

PERCY

Percy woke up to his alarm clock beeping. Groaning, he turned over in his bed and, without opening his eyes, slapped the small nuisance until he found the snooze button.

"Shut up," he mumbled before rolling over again. "It's summer."

He got about ten extra seconds of rest before Sally Blofis, Percy's mom, burst into the room.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." Sally told her son.

Percy moaned, but showed no other sign of hearing her.

Annoyed, Sally said, "I may not be able to get you wet with a glass of cold water, but being the son of Poseidon doesn't come with a heater. I will come back in five minutes, and if you're not awake, SPLOOSH!"

Percy didn't see what she did with her hands, but he was ninety percent sure that she wiggled her fingers to represent rain. He heard the door to his room close and forced himself to sit up. He looked at his room again in the morning light that shone from his window. It was a small space that he had gotten used to since school had started, but he was going to miss it when he left for camp that morning.

Looking through the window, Percy saw the moonlace that he had placed there after his visit with Calypso.

Secretly, he missed her. Not because he liked her, but because he knew that he could've gone back. He could've helped her.

Stop it, Percy thought. That was Leo's prophecy, not yours.

The smell of pancakes wafted through the air, making Percy so excited that he almost forgot Riptide when he headed down the stairs. Normally, it would return to his pocket if he lost it, but his Star Wars pj's didn't have any, and Percy didn't want that to keep him from having a weapon at all times.

Practically running through the hall, he bumped into Sally, who had a glass of ice water ready to dump on his head.

"Glad to see that you're up," she chuckled. "I didn't want you to miss the blue pancakes that I'm making."

"Thanks, Mom," Percy said as he crossed into the kitchen and sat down at the table, right across from his stepfather, Paul.

"Good morning," he said.

"Morning, Percy. You seem excited."

"Yep. I love pancakes."

"It seems so. Usually, you're more like a zombie when you wake up."

Paul picked up a newspaper article thats headline read, "MISSING CHILD IN ARKANSAS, LOST AT MT. EBOTT."

"Did you know that a kid fell into that Mount Ebott place?" Paul asked.

Memories danced in Percy's mind, reminding him of falling into Tartarus with Annabeth. Even though that had been almost a year ago, that place still haunted him.

"No. I didn't know that."

Paul looked up at Percy and changed the subject, realizing what he'd just brought up.

"Are you excited to see your girlfriend again at camp?"

Percy's mood immediately lightened up again.

"Yeah. I can't wait to tell her about what happened to Apollo. I'm so glad I'm gonna get to see her face when she finds out that she has the chance to rebuild the dining pavilion. She's going to be super excited."

Coming from the kitchen, Sally brought a giant plate of deep-blue pancakes.

"Enjoy, boys." She said.

Aren't you going to eat with us?" Percy asked.

"I wish I could, but I have a novel to finish before August rolls around. She went into her bedroom, and Percy began to devour his pancakes.

Sans

"Sans! Wake up! I'm making breakfast!"

Sans crawled out of bed. Sleepily, he shuffled out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen. He looked up to see Papyrus standing over a pot of food that Sans knew was probably spaghetti.

"Sans!" he yelled again. "Hurry up or your pasta might get cold!"

"How are you such a morning person?" Sans asked his brother.

Turning around, Papyrus noticed that Sans had been standing behind him the whole time.

"Sorry, brother. It's easy to be a morning person when you don't go to sleep!"

Sans shivered at the thought of skipping a good nap. He looked at Papyrus's outfit – the same white chest plate and red cape. He looked like a dork, but if anyone besides himself said so, they would get punched in the face (or the skull).

"Okay, Sans," Papyrus said. "Sit down at the table so we can eat the special breakfast that I made for us both."

Sans left the kitchen and turned left, almost bumping into the long table. Papyrus set down the pot of pasta in front of him along with a bowl of white sauce.

"That's… not spaghetti." Sans noted.

"Nope," Papyrus said, "It's a type of pasta called `fettuccine.'" He looked really excited, like he was proud of his new creation. "Now that I have mastered spaghetti, I can make all kinds of pasta!"

"I guess the PASTA-bilities really are endless," Sans said, and winked.

"SANS!"

"C'mon, Pap. These puns are amazing! I've got a skele-TON of 'em!"

"STOP IT, SANS! I'M TRYING TO SET UP BREAKFAST!"

"All right, all right!"

Sans smirked and sat down at the table where a plate was waiting for him He scooped up some fettuccine and sauce and took a bite. Forcing a smile, he tried not to gag.

"Is it good," Papyrus asked, filling up his own plate.

"It's great, Pap," Sans replied, forcing another bite into his mouth. "Real good."

"I'm glad you like it."

Sans tried his best to make it look like he was enjoying his brother's pasta, but he knew that Papyrus could tell that he didn't like it.

"Don't worry. I'll make spaghetti for lunch," he said with a smile.

Sans smiled too.

"Thanks, bro."

After breakfast, Sans slugged back to his room and went back to sleep. He would sleep most of the time, which he only did because of his low health. Sleeping would raise his HP to more than the maximum, making it easier for him to live his life. He also liked being a "lazy-bones," as Papyrus liked to call him. His sleep was fitful, and filled with different dreams. First, Sans saw a young child wandering through the ruins. The boy was young, not more than eighteen years old, and had black hair and sea-green eyes. He wore a blue swim-team jacket and carried a celestial bronze sword, which was fatal to monsters like him and Papyrus. Next, he saw the boy wandering through Snowdin, looking very lost. He looked like he was even afraid of the residents. Then, the scene switched back to the ruins. There, Papyrus was slowly crumpling to dust, which, for some reason, had a gold color. The boy stood over him, watching with his sword drawn.

Sans woke up shivering and terrified. He went across the house, checking for Papyrus in his room. When he opened the door, he found Papyrus sitting on his bed, re-reading his recipe for spaghetti.

"Papyrus…" Sans said as he entered the room.

"Yes, Sans?"

Sans walked up to the bed and sat down next to his brother. Tears began to stream down his face. Papyrus pulled him over and hugged him, not letting go until Sans finished crying.

"It's okay," Papyrus said. "I'm here. I've got you."