PJO x Fear and Hungry
Sometimes, things are out of our control and we don't know what will happen in the future, but one thing we are certain of is that our actions and decisions affect the future. Change can be very small or large.
And thanks to a certain ascended goddess related to infinity, for wanting to ensure that her offspring with the man of prophecy could fulfill their goal, she decided to bring a subject from another universe to her cruel and ruthless world.
The subject's name is Perseus Jackson, who has no memory of who he was and his deeds as the bastard son of Poseidon.
Now, Perseus will have to traverse the dungeon of fear and hunger to discover who he is, unaware that his arrival will have an impact.
Fear and Hungry: Bastard of the Sea
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Born with a tormented soul. Destined to fight with every step he takes in life. He had a somewhat sad childhood: his mother was a gentle and kind person who was always there for him and always wanted the best for him; his stepfather was a horrible man who didn't care for him. He learned to use dirty tricks from his stepfather.
Sooner or later, he ended up knowing who his father was: he was a bastard of Poseidon. When he arrived at the camp where the demigods sheltered from the monsters, he had a difficult first day. He had to choose what he would use to face the monsters:
Learn the art of the Sword.
Learn the art of the Spear.
Learn the art of magic.
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[Learn the art of the Sword]
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He learned quick cuts.
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As he grew up, he ventured into things no one would expect: recovering Zeus's master bolt, helping to recover the Golden Fleece, rescuing a goddess, traversing a rather dangerous labyrinth.
Always with dangerous obstacles, he ended up falling in love, gained friends whom he saw die without being able to help.
Everything seemed calm as he settled into the life of a demigod until the call to war against the Titans was just around the corner. It was cruel, not a place for children; he saw many friends die against monsters that showed no mercy.
Guilt gnawed at him for being their leader, the people who wanted to protect their home and friends. He had led them to their death.
After a few days, the peak of the war had almost reached its end. They were in the thrones room of the gods themselves, their leader: Kronos, the ancient king of the Titans who had ruled in the golden age.
He fought with valor to protect his home; you were with your friends until the person you had fallen in love with was injured.
Heads
Tails
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[Tails]
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Heads
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His worst fear came true; she was gravely injured, and helplessly he watched as those beautiful gray eyes faded. Every fiber of his being demanded vengeance.
He learned: Bloodthirst.
He learned: Blood manipulation.
Driven mad, he unleashed an incredible power fueled by anger. Even if the Titan had made the body he possessed invulnerable on the outside, he couldn't do anything against the massive hemorrhage he caused. His screams of pain, seeing how his own blood tore him apart from the inside, made him feel satisfaction.
When the Titan was no longer a threat, his friend continued to mourn the death of the blonde; the gods had not yet returned.
Loot the corpse
Stay where he was
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[Loot the corpse]
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Heads
Tails
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[Heads]
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Tails
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He obtained the sword: Backbiter.
It seemed that the sword accepted him, but with the drawback, after prolonged use, it made him lose his mind more easily.
The gods offered him divinity, but he rejected it, deciding to exchange it for one where the demigods would benefit and also those neutral Titans would not be punished.
After that, many cried for the death of a friend or loved one, and he was no exception. Although many saw him as a hero, he didn't see himself that way; he didn't believe he deserved praise. Every night he was tormented by the people he couldn't save.
Until one day, he felt his body contract and stretch, his perception distorted and fragmented, the pain was too much for him. He had arrived in an environment of mist and whiteness.
Heads
Tails
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[Tails]
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Heads
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He obtained amnesia.
His head hurt too much; he didn't know what was happening, and everything seemed confusing to him; he couldn't remember his name. Until that woman who was a goddess appeared.
She told him that if he helped her, she would give him a reward he couldn't refuse.
Confused and after a while, he decided to accept her proposal. She let him choose something.
Take equipment.
Take food.
Take healing items.
Leave directly.
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[Take healing items]
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He obtained X3 nectar. X2 green herbs. X5 cloth fragments.
After his interaction, he lost consciousness, only to wake up in front of a dungeon. His moment had come; even with the bad omen, he had to move forward.
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"My head"
Percy's head hurt a lot. He tried to sit on the grass while holding his head.
Everything was very sudden and quite confusing; he felt as if he had been mashed up and tried to be restored to his original state.
He felt a chill pass down his back. He tried to calm his frantic breathing.
"Inhale and exhale"
Repeated Percy, as the headache slowly subsided. Although more relaxed, he couldn't help but let bursts of questions fill his mind.
Who was he? Where was he? Was that 'goddess' real? Is this real? Why couldn't he remember anything?
What should he do?
Percy got up annoyed by so many unanswered questions surrounding him and glanced around.
He was surrounded by trees, some were dead, the ground was barren earth, but in small sections, there was grass. There was a destroyed carriage along with a dead horse that must have been in a state of decay for at least a week; the stench it emitted was proof enough. There were two doors, the smaller one leading to an underground location, and what seemed to be the main entrance. At its sides were boxes and barrels.
"Seriously, where have I gotten myself into?" Percy scratched his head. He had to admit he was feeling a certain unease, brought about by the splendor produced by the dungeon.
Upon hearing the howls of what seemed to be wolves, Percy turned to the origin, but there was only a fog too dense for him to see inside.
"I guess escaping isn't an option," Percy sighed as he made his way towards the main entrance, until the howls became more intense, and his senses alerted him to the danger.
Out of the fog emerged a pack of Hounds heading towards Percy, hunger evident in their eyes.
He unconsciously dodged the paw strike of a wolf, while another tried to bite one of his arms. In a swift movement, Percy held the canine's mouth with both hands, which he had to let go when the former also tried to bite him.
The instinct combined with the adrenaline coursing through Percy's body made his body act faster than his mind. He delivered a blow to the head of a wolf without measuring his strength; a dry snap was heard, and the wolf's head was in a completely unnatural position before falling lifelessly to the ground, blood spilling out.
Another wolf growled with clear rage at Percy's action; the canine lunged with the intention of ending the ordeal.
Backbiter appeared in Percy's hand as he delivered a slash to the wolf who didn't expect such a move; the sword easily pierced the wolf's head. The brain's viscera along with blood quickly spilled out, some splattering Percy to his shock and disgust.
"Did I just do that?" Percy questioned uncomfortably as he looked at the wolf's bodies. Disgusted, he tried to wipe off the blood from the one that had stained him. Though he didn't say it, he was surprised at his swordsmanship. His face frowned as he didn't understand anything that was happening. He decided to go to the smaller door, hoping that more wolves wouldn't pursue him.
As Percy descended the stairs, he didn't see how the body of the wolf he pierced with Backbiter, the wolf-shaped specter, emerged and headed in the direction Percy was going.
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Well, folks, I hope you found this crossover interesting. I simply found it interesting to see what an amnesiac Percy would do in the world of Fear and Hungry.
Without further ado, have a great day.