A/N: Hey, hey, hey! What's up? Thanks for stopping by and giving my little story some love; I really appreciate it. Please remember that I've edited this version, so some of the plot points are different, and may be a little confusing if you haven't reread (if you don't want to, that's perfectly fine, I am just trying to help my readers be aware). Thanks again!

PERCY

"Are you ready, Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth asked as she tied a rope around his ankle, connecting it to hers. He knew that the rope was originally enchanted, but Chiron had had that aspect of the game removed "in the case of an emergency."

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," he replied, but I really don't want to go back down into the Labyrinth. I don't care if it's 'safer.'" He held up some air quotes.

"It'll be alright." Annabeth gave him a reassuring look. "Besides, we don't want to hurt Harley's feelings. He's too adorable to be sad."

While he was still skeptical, Percy knew that there was probably nothing wrong with the course. Campers had run this three-legged race with not problems since Apollo first played. Plus, while Harley was still young, he was also one of the most talented kids at camp. Anything he made was crafted with a skill and agility that deserved to be recognized.

The new campers who had never run before were told how to play and what would determine the winners. If a pair of campers could grab three golden apples and escape the Labyrinth without dying, they would win. Of course, there was some protest for this fact, but Percy didn't care about winning. He just wanted to get out alive.

"C'mon, Percy," Annabeth said when she finished tying the rope around their legs. "I think they're about to start."

They walked (or stumbled, really) to the line of campers waiting for the instruction to head underground. He scanned the row of kids to try and pick out the new campers when a satyr came out and began to recite the directions. Before Percy knew it, the ground opened up under them all and he was swallowed in darkness.

"Ow," Percy said as Annabeth rolled off of him.

"Sorry," she said. "You were the softest thing to land on."

They stood and examined the scene around them. It was dark and cold. Surprise, surprise.

"Okay, Annabeth, you're the brains of this operation. Where are we going?"

"Well, considering the fact that neither of us can see any better than if we were blind, I say we go forward."

"Sounds good to me."

They took a few awkward steps and ran into a wall.

"Again," Percy gripped his nose, which he had just rammed into the cold, hard rock, "ow."

"Get over it," he heard Annabeth say as she pulled him to the right.

They followed the left wall as their vision slowly adjusted to the darkness. Soon, Percy could see a few feet in front of him. Still, his sight was very limited. He let Annabeth lead the way. They took several twists and turns before they found their first golden apple. At first, Percy was confused at what the yellow glow was down a passageway to his right.

"What's that?" he asked Annabeth.

"Our first apple."

Percy started to move toward it but Annabeth stopped him.

"Listen," she said.

Percy closed his eyes to focus. There was a mechanical whirring sound coming from where the apple sat. "There's a trap," he noted. "What should we do?"

He felt Annabeth bend down to pick something up – probably a small rock. She threw it down the path. There was a small explosion as Greek fire flared up and then dissipated. The air smelled burnt, but at least the whirring was gone. They dashed to the apple and left as quickly as they could to avoid being caught by any other campers drawn in by the noise.

They found the next two apples while dodging similar obstacles throughout the maze. Once they had finished gathering the sparkling fruit, a path into the woods opened above them. Percy was glad to get out of there. Even though nothing had happened since they had entered, he still felt nervous about it.

"Let's get out of here," he said, and he and Annabeth made their way up and into the Grove of Dodona.

The opening to the Labyrinth didn't close when they exited, but Percy didn't think too much of it. It would shift positions and that door would be shut eventually. Annabeth untied the rope that was still clinging to their feet. Percy sat and massaged his ankle, trying to bring the circulation back.

"You really tied that thing tight," he told her.

She smirked and said, "That was the point."

Percy looked up and tried to see the sky through the trees. He wondered what time it was; it was too dark here to tell.

There was a rustling in the leaves nearby. He turned his head toward the noise and pulled out Riptide. Another rustle, closer this time – he uncapped his sword. He looked to Annabeth, who drew his dagger. After a moment, three giant ants, myrmekes, scurried out of the bushes. They must've been let out close to the hill. For a minute, the ants didn't move, as if they were just as surprised as Percy and Annabeth were. Then, one of them spotted the golden apples. It didn't take long for the other two to notice too.

Percy's eyes went wide. "I've got a bad feeling about this…"

The first myrmeke charged and the other two followed. Percy had been carrying two apples, and his sword was bright, so it made sense that two of the myrmekes came for him first. He dove under one, making an uppercut with his sword and turning the ant to gold dust. The next one ran at him with its head down like a bull. He jumped out of the way just in time to watch the myrmeke run right past him and crash into a tree. It fell down on its abdomen – it almost looked as though it were sitting down – and shook its head. After a moment, it got back up on all six feet and came at him again, faster this time. Percy raised his sword and shoved it into he myrmeke's head, right between the eyes. It made a groaning noise and dissolved into gold powder, just like its buddy. He looked to Annabeth and saw that she had already taken down the last giant ant.

He drew his attention back to his own opponent's dead particles and watched as it attempted to reform. A thought occurred to him. Isn't it coming back a bit too quickly?

A groan, much like the sound the myrmeke made when he killed it earlier, came from behind him. He turned around.

"Percy, look out!"

Without warning, the myrmeke he first fought leaned down and picked him up in its mandibles, making him drop his sword. Noticing how easily the other two were defeated it ran toward the opening to the Labyrinth to escape, taking Percy with it.

"Annabeth!" Percy tried to wiggle free but all he could do was watch as the myrmeke carried him back into the Labyrinth. He watched as the hole caved in on itself, trapping him with his least favorite bug.

The myrmeke dropped Percy in its confusion, and he listened as the ant tried to navigate the corridors.

"Well," he said to himself, "crap."

SANS

A week had passed since Sans had had the dream about that boy. He hadn't slept since – he was afraid of what he might see. Instead of taking up his position of shopkeeper to avoid fighting, he chose to spend all of his time watching the door to the ruins. Day and night, he waited for the human. He saw Frisk – they'd started over again. Their level was too low to pose any type of threat, so Sans just let them go.

He had bigger things to worry about.

Papyrus had begun to notice Sans' changes in behavior, but he couldn't quite place why his brother was acting so strangely. Sans intended to keep it that way.

He had blamed his work ethic on the importance of Papyrus getting into the royal guard, but he knew that excuse wouldn't get him much farther.

"Sans," Papyrus had told him one afternoon, "why don't you go home and get some rest?" Sans could tell that he was worried; Papyrus never even spoke about having days off. "You've been working so hard recently."

Sans sighed. "I can't, Pap."

"Why not? I'm sure you can take a break! You deserve one!"

Sans tried to think of a good excuse. "I'm… making up for all of the days that I slept on the job. Why don't you take my day off instead?"

Papyrus made a face that seemed like shock, but also held an array of other emotions that Sans couldn't place. He watched as he brother set a paper bag on the counter in front of him.

"At least eat something." Papyrus looked him in the eyes. "Please."

He eyed the bag hungrily. "Alright." He opened the bag and found a cheeseburger from Grillby's. He took a bite. "Thanks, bro."

Papyrus, while unhappy, seemed content enough. "Come home tonight and get some sleep, Sans. You know you need it."

Sans paused for a moment. Maybe he was overreacting. He knew it was just a nightmare. and nightmares weren't real…

Were they?

I can't risk it.

He shot up some finger guns and said, "Ayyy, why are you so worried? You know I'm going TIBIA okay!" He forced a pained smile.

Papyrus frowned. "Okay. Just… don't work yourself too hard."

"You know I won't."

As soon as Papyrus was out of sight, he dropped his smile. He never knew that telling a joke could be so painful, especially when it was directed at himself. He took a moment to think. He couldn't stay here forever. What if the boy never showed up?

He resolved to stay three more nights. If no one showed up before then, he would go home.

"Don't worry, Pap. I'll be fine."