Undertale Yellow: RE

Revival

>Someone is calling for help..
>You answer their call.

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"Rise and shine, deputy!"
You feel a spiny sensation on one of your arms, and reality doesn't feel quite real yet.

The scene where you died still laces your vision. The beautiful pink cherry blossoms. You'd been so content to disappear there, and your previous goal was extinguished. That being, over the day or two you'd spent roaming the underground, you'd leaned that no monster you had encountered deserved the justice you'd intended to inflict when you came down here searching for the missing humans. You'd come down with a weapon and intent. But even the most menacing of foes were so warm. You couldn't bring yourself to harm them, and in the end, you gave yourself up to save them.

In all fairness, you hadn't even met a good chunk of the missing humans; most disappearances had happened centuries ago, but the unspoken fact in your town was that they all dared to climb Mt. Ebbot. When you were a kid, you'd stay at that window for hours, a window that gave you space from your family, allowed mental space to dream. You'd mull for hours about what they may be doing. Starting a colony down there? Conniving? Exploring?

Time and time again, you'd brought yourself to the precipice of exploration. You'd brought a flashlight, your trusty toy holster in case any unexpected foe launched at you, and discovered a massive gaping hole in the ground that you might have tripped into if it weren't for the luminescence of your torch. But it seemed too endlessly gaping and dark for you to even dare jumping down, lest you break a leg.. or two. No sheriff would be able to defend from a foe in that situation, even if their gunslinging was out of this world, and you couldn't really hope to explore unless you got a hold of the world's finest ladder.

So you told your parents. You explained in detail the existence of this hole, the missing children and the possible correlation between them was undeniable. You told them that if you could get down, you'd pursue justice; find them, or bring down whoever hurt them!

But your mother proceeded to fly into a rage. She ripped your hat off your head.
"It's time to stop living in delusion! You're far too old for this, clover."

>You reached up frantically to try to take it back.
She didn't let you grab it. "Other kids are already planning their life out! I could handle this when you were six, or seven. But you're almost a teenager! The missing humans you won't shut up about-"

The smell of bad soda hung in the air. She flipped the poster, and turned it on you, forcing you to stare it in the face.
"Are dead. You know it as well as I do, this ignorance has to be intentional. The townsfolk are being harmed when you make up stories of this monster dream world and won't let them GRIEVE."
>You reached up again for your hat.

Your mother refused to give it back. She shoved you away. "This ends today. No child of mine should be acting like this. You need to get started on your homework."

Nobody has ever understood.

You know you're right.

It was locked up tight on a high shelf the next day. Staring up at it, your messy head of hair feeling bare, you realized what you had to do.