Sorry for the huge wait, guys. Gotta say homestuck is friggin long… BUT IT`S FREAKING AWESOME! Time to go godtier with this!

Percy had a dream that night, not surprisingly. He was in some sort of hall. Sans was there. The human was there to. But… not quite the same.

Their image was flickering between two different children. One was the child Percy had first seen. The other had a green sweater with a yellow line in the middle. They had red eyes, and they were holding a dagger.

Finally, the body settled on red eyes. "You came back, huh?" The skeleton sighed. "Guess we aren't friends." He paused. "Wait a moment… I don't know you. Who are you?" The child grinned. "Who? Me?" The child shrieked with amusement. "I`m just another killer…. A killer THAT'S ABOUT TO END YOUR LIFE!" The child rushed forward at a blinding speed and thrust the dagger forwards. Sans dodged behind them and pointed at the direction that the child had ran. There was a sharp ting, and the child fell in that direction, hitting the wall.

Bones shot out of the wall and impaled the child.

Sans looked at the child, remorseless. "You… you killed everyone I love. I hope you die a million times more."

The scene shifted. Now Percy was looking at the taller skeleton, making pasta with the fish monster. "UNDYNE? AM I DOING THIS RIGHT?" The skeleton asked. "Yeah!" Undyne replied. "Do it, Papyrus! Turn up the heat!" Percy observed them. They seemed to be having so much fun. Maybe, Percy thought to himself, They have the same feelings as humans and demigods. Maybe they don't search to eat humans, like the other monsters. These monsters are unique. The scene shifted. The taller skeleton`s scarf was on the ground, red eyes walking away.

Sans came out of the bushes. He picked up the scarf and clutched it, letting out a wail of grief. "No… NO!" He cried. "PAPYRUS! BROTHER!" He sobbed again. "BroTher…" He looked at the direction that red eyes went. "Th… thAt LiTTLE BRAT."

Percy was overwhelmed with what the skeleton felt at that time: greif. "Percy. Wake up."

Percy moaned. "Grover?" "Blaaa! Don't you remember? Today we go monster hunting!" "But…" Grover mumbled. "I wish we could go tomorrow. I`m hungry."

"Grover, It can't be helped. We should have breakfast."

Now Percy was no longer sure: was he doing the right thing, or was history repeating itself?

Again, sorry for the long wait! I was caught up in other things. Sorry :(