UNDERTALE YELLOW: The Wild, Wild East

Chapter 1. Welcome to the wild, wild east.

"Hey!"

Someone yells. You've gotten caught, again. And was currently on the run, watching out for any passing tumbleweed or unconveniently placed rocks, with a bag over your shoulders filled with all sorts of things. You didn't have time to take a glance behind, knowing that at any moment, he could-

*WA-PSHH*

The sound of a lasso startles you out of your half-assed thought process, it was him- the sheriff. And you might as well have been running on thin ice because he caught up quickly. Almost right on your tail too, making you jump. You were passing by stores, jails, wanted posters, loosing stamina by the second. Knowing you had nowhere else to go, you steered and crashed into a stable. The hay cushioning your fall luckily, but to a 'stick-y' fault.

Suddenly, the lasso from before wrapped around you, magically swinging you up from your seat and keeping you stuck up in the air. Then, you hear the slightly raspy voice of a well known enemy approching, holding his end of the lasso tight.

"Well, well, well.. if it ain't the town theif. What're you doin' out stealin' from the old saloon today, eh?" He says, tilting his hat and showing a grin.

"Ugh.. sheriff North Star, we meet again."
You half-groan the start of your sentance, making sure to sound as sarcastic as possible.

"Damn right, and you're 'bout to be locked up for a loooong time."

The sheriff tugs at the rope, clearly enjoying the action. While your arms are pinned under the lasso, making any attempt to squirm out ridiculously hard. Eventually, you try another tactic.

"L-look sheriff, let this here rope loose an' i might just return the stuff!"

"Ha!" He laughs. "Nice try, partner. But i know ya 'nough by now. You ain't returnin' nothin' if i let ya go."

"I've got ya cornered, so don't even think of runnin'." He adds, after a small cough.

Aside from the first time you met, he hadn't been able to catch up to you. Being sly and fast, it was more of a cat-and-mouse chase. So, it genuinely stunned you, having no backup plan or even much space to move. In your squirming though, you suddenly remember the (probably stolen) throwing knife you've been keeping in your holster.

"Oh ho ho...that's what you think sheriff! But ya seem ta' have forgotten THAT I HAVE KNIVES!!"

Successfully pulling out the throwing knife, you launch it right at him!
...he dodges it.

"...shit, i'm- outta knives."

After staring at you, caught completely by suprise, he just started to laugh out loud- seeming somewhat impressed at your stunt. You were getting tired at this point, yet could practically feel the adrenaline rushing through him.

"Ugh listen, just- look, all i stole was some rye bread and a lampshade, the least you could do is just let me off with a warnin'."

"Heh! Maybe this time, but for the past month you've been stealin' everything from chairs to laundry baskets and lightbulbs to folks personal belongings!"

Through a chuckle, he makes direct eye-contact. Those eyes piercing right into you.
"...ya got a reason for all this, pardner? Any issues, maybe somethin' from yer past? Sure sounds like it."

Now this caught you off-guard, having no idea how to respond. You knew the reasons yourself but hell if you were gonna tell North Star. The two of you were like rivals in a western cartoon, everyday doing the same thing- until well, today. Still, you weren't planning on telling him.

So instead, you give him a pout and comically cross your arms.
"Seriously sheriff? Ya wanna know my overly-dramatic criminal backstory? Well i got NEWS for you, pal! I'm not spillin' anything, ya ain't getting nothin' outta me!"

North Star just shrugs, still pretty amused by this whole conversation.

"Alright then, guess you're going into the ol' slammer with no sympathetic reason- but don't ya worry now, it's not too bad.."
His eyes sorta trails off of you, that grin still showing confidence on his face. But then a weird, distant rumbling starts approaching, confusing the both of you until it gets rapidly closer. That's when you recognize it.

"Whoops! Looks like that's my free-ticket outta here, guess i'll see ya 'round sheriff!"

And with that, a large hole caves the ground, shaking enough to let you loose from the lasso and fall right into it. But obviously not before tilting your own hat in an encore and leaving the sheriff confused. Slowly but surely, the hole covers itself up again and the head of a mole pops out from the ground, tilts a bit, and disappears into the sand once more.

North Star just brushes off his poncho and lets out a sigh of defeat. Though suprised at the sudden turn of events, he couldn't help but smile. Wounding up his lasso and lightly tilting his hat, he walks out of the stable.

"...i'll catch ya one day, Y/N."