Author's note: hey guys! Thanks for supporting me and stuff. I'm sorry this took so long, I've been away for a few weeks and the internet wasn't good enough for me to wright. Anyway, on with the story!

Annabeth was sat down at the dinner table next to Frisk. The king had arrived fifteen minutes late. Toriel had not been happy. She had given poor Asgore (that was the king's name) the mother of all death glares. If looks could kill, the poor king would be back in the living room with his face melted off.

Papyrus had made spaghetti with the help of a rather violent fish monster named Undyne, and explosions had shook the house for a good half hour. It was quite amazing that the house hadn't burned down. Annabeth was at least a little speculative of the pasta that was set before her.

Annabeth decided to risk it. She picked her fork, and took a big bite of spaghetti. The taste was… indescribable. It's wasn't bad, per se, but it definitely wasn't good.

Annabeth choked down the pasta as fast as she could.

"I SEE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE MASTERFULLY CREATED SPAGHETTI!"

Annabeth looked up at the energetic skeleton. He looked so happy… but it was hard to tell when the skeleton was always grinning. She decided to humor him.

"Yeah, it's great." Said Annabeth shakily. Frisk glanced at her and shrugged again, though the child looked slightly green as well. Toriel seemed to notice the demigods distress, got up and disappeared into the kitchen. She came back a few minutes later holding a intimidatingly large pie. The pie, like the spaghetti, was indescribable. Indescribably good. Annabeth had never expected butterscotch and cinnamon to taste good together, but they did. Toriel cleaned up the plates after everyone was finished, which was extremely quickly. Annabeth just getting up to say her goodbyes when Sans spoke up.

"hey, kid. mind if i talk to ya for a sec?"

Sans had been oddly quiet throughout dinner, except for when he made a few terrible pasta related puns that got Papyrus rather upsetti. (Sorry, couldn't resist!)

"Sure!" Annabeth said politely. Maybe she could find out what the deal was with that super creepy demon voice. Sans got out of his chair and beckoned for her to follow. Annabeth got up and followed him down the hallway and through a door. She found herself in the front garden. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the nearby buildings, casting shadows everywhere.

"What? But the garden is at the front door-" Annabeth did not finish her sentence. She was instead flung into a fence post. A violet heart sprung from her chest, pulsing slightly. It was out lined in a strange blue aura. "What the-"

"PERSEVERANCE. good."

Annabeth looked up at Sans. his eye-lights were gone. His right socket was completely empty, his left ignited in a ring of cyan and yellow flames, blue smoke drifting from it.

"PERSEVERANCE? What?"

Sans set Annabeth back on the ground, but kept a firm grip on the purple heart.

"see that heart there? that is your SOUL. the very culmination of your being."

Annabeth nodded. Sure, why not? It wasn't the strangest thing…

"a SOUL's colour is determined by it lead trait. the colours are cyan for PATIENCE, yellow for JUSTICE, orange for BRAVERY, blue for INTEGRITY, green for KINDNESS, purple for PERSEVERANCE and red for DETERMINATION."

"And why is my SOUL being PERSEVERANCE good?"

Sans smile faded. Annabeth was pretty sure he couldn't get rid of it.

"it means that brat can't return through you."

"Okay?"

Sans pinched the bridge of his nose, or where the bridge of his would be. "look, kid, i really don't want to talk about it. and, tibia honest, i don't think you want to know."

Sans flicked his left hand and the blue aura around Annabeth's SOUL was removed. The fire in Sans's eye also disappeared, and his usual white lights reappeared.

"lets gets back inside. they're probably worrying 'bout us. And there's nothing humerous about that."

Athena walked into Zeus's throne room, arms crossed. "I still do not believe this is wise, lord Zeus."

Zeus's mouth formed a hard line. "They need to be destroyed, Athena. Bring them and the plant in."

The doors opened and Ares strode in, a smug smile on his face. He held up two things. A flower pot and a glowing, blood red SOUL.