Hello! This is Mr. Thoughtless here! So the story you (readers) are looking at is an epilogue of what happened in Persona 3 FES: The Answer. It takes place 2 years after the events of the game and with the face of a new protagonist. Also, this is my first story I've ever written up, so if you could please be a little kind and not comment vulgar things. Also, if you (readers again) see ANY grammatical errors, please contact me so that I can revise it. Thank you, and enjoy.


Persona 3: Resurrection

by: Mr. Thoughtless


Ch. 3 – Vision

"You're moving me to a dorm? Why?", I yelled at my aunt.

"Well, I thought it was for the best. You should take this opportunity to meet new friends.", she replied.

"You're only saying that just to cover what you really want!"

"Oh, honey. What do you mean by that?"

"You just want me out of the house so that you can spend all my inheritance on whatever crap you want!"

Immediately after I said that, my aunt froze.

"I'm right, aren't I? You always say 'Oh! This is what's best for you', when you really mean, 'Get out of my house so that I can use all your money!'"

My aunt still felt silent.

"Hell~o? Stop giving me the silent treatment and just tell me! Am I right, or am I wrong? ANSWER ME!"

But she was still silent. I began to become more and more frustrated at her behavior.

"You know what, fine. I'll go to that dorm. Feel free to spend it all."

I quickly ran to my room and shut the door as hard as I could. I just couldn't forgive her. She was just like the rest of them. Always aiming for the money, never truly loving me as a family member should.

"I hate them...I hate them all...", I told myself repeatedly.

I slowly changed into my night-clothes and went to bed silently.

While sleeping, I heard a weak, but mysterious voice calling out to me.

"Help...me...", the voice whispered.

Slowly, my eyes began to open.

"Please...help me...", the voice whispered again.

The cold, raspy whisper began to frighten me.

"W-Who's there?", I answered.

"Please...save me...", again said the voice.

"Please! Tell me who you are!", I asked frantically.

All of the sudden, my room turned pitch-black. I immediately began to panic.

"Where am I?", I frantically cried out.

While worrying, I began to hear the same voice from my room again.

"Please...help me...", said the voice.

The cries for help began to grow louder and louder.

"Please...help me...Please...help me...Please, help me."

I turned around and witnessed a horrific scene. There was a blue-haired boy, crucified on a gothic cross. His hands were pinned on the arms of the cross and both his feet were nailed on the bottom. As I watched him in horror, the boy spoke to me.

"Please...Help me...I don't want to be alone...Save...me...", he said softly.

I tried to answer him, but my voice wouldn't come out. I tried to help him, but my body wouldn't move. The boy's tormented eyes pierced my eyes.

And with his lips, he cried softly, "I...don't want to be alone...".

All of the sudden, I started having massive headaches. Images of memories that I never had. People that I've never met. All these images were just flooding into my head. I began to scream in agony. Never have I felt such excruciating pain in my life. More and more images were still flooding into my head like a never ending torrent of steaming-hot water. The room began to look black and I was soon knocked unconscious. As I laid on the floor, I muttered the words, "Per...so...na...".