Chosen clearly wasn't like others when it came to mourning.

While everyone else was on the desktop mourning in their own different ways, Chosen was in the Stick City library looking for a certain book.

He'd heard stories of a certain time of year where loved ones could be with deceased loved ones, if they had a certain mission in mind.

"No, no, no, no...YES!" Chosen snagged the sapphire colored book off the shelf and ran back to a table he had claimed with his stacks of books on the afterlife.

Flipping through the pages, he learned plenty that he needed.

Now to see if it was true.

"Where do you think Chosen went?" Red asked as Blue walked into the living room.

"Don't know, but he seemed pretty adamant about something." Blue answered.

"Can't get to Green?"

"Nope. Nor King. Or even Yellow. He's been holed up in his room working on something, King's just a complete wreck, and Green...I don't know about him."

"Ya think he actually does care?"

"Who?"

"King about Purple."

"With how he's been since the battle, probably more than we think."

Chosen suddenly ran into the room. "GUYS! I FIGURED SOMETHING OUT!"

Red flinched at how loud he was, but recovered quickly. "What?"

"You guys know about Day of The Dead, right?"

Blue and Red shared a glance. "That Mexican holiday where dead people can visit their loved ones on the living world?"

"Yes. That one. I found something similar to it in our lore."

"Like what?"

Chosen flipped to a page in the book he was holding. "They call it The Day of Surrection. Basically, you can come back to life for a certain period of time, usually from sunrise to sunset on that particular day, but only if you have a mission in mind."

By this point, King and Yellow were interested. "What happens if you complete the mission?"

"Then you come back to life permanently."

"And if you don't?"

"Your dead until you complete that mission."

"And why is this a big thing right now?" Yellow asked.

"Because! We could bring Purple and Second back with this! This day is our key to bringing your friends home!"

"When is the day?" Red asked.

"Uhh...usually it's June...12th. Every year, June 12th."

Blue glanced at the calender. June 3rd. They had 6 days to get in touch with everyone to make this work.

"We've got 6 days, and the timer starts now. We've got to make this work. I'm not waiting another year to see Purple again."

"King's right," Yellow said. "First step: Getting Green out of his room and up to speed."

"Second step: Getting to the Outernet so we can generate a communicator portal." Chosen declared.

"A what?"

"We're gonna find a way to communicate with your friends."

Second idily wondered why Alan brought him into the world because here he was, up in heaven, questioning his life choices.

"Well, it could've been worse!" Purple said. Second glared at him.

"I'd rather be in a coma than up here." He grumbled.

Surprisingly, he wasn't getting any weird looks from any of the full-headed sticks.

"Better question: Why is nobody looking at me weird? I'm a hollow-head, and nobody's giving me weird looks!"

"Oh, that's because there's already two other hollowheads up here! Your about to meet one!" Gold exclaimed cheerfully.

"Who's kid does this belong to?" Second whispered to Purple.

"Hey, Vic! Check out who I found!" Gold screamed, dragging a grey stick behind him.

More specifically, a grey hollow-head.

"Uhm...hi?" Second was surprised at seeing another hollow-head. The only two he'd seen were The Chosen One and The Dark Lord.

"So your the widely know Second Coming."

"What the-how do you know who I am?!" Second spluttered.

"My creator made you. Alan Becker, was it?"

"Uh-yes."

The grey stick stared at him darkly.

"Victim, easy. He's friendly! Like my dad!" Gold said.

"Who is your dad? We haven't seen him." Second asked.

"Oh...we kinda got separated after a game crashed. It was pretty fatal."

Purple stared at the stick a little more closely. "I know who you are! Isn't your dad a tall, mango colored stick?!"

"Yeah?"

Purple snapped his fingers. "I know your dad!"

"You do?!" Gold's eyes lit up. "How is he?"

Purple froze. Memories of the Nether battle ran through his mind. "Not great. Kinda spiraled after you died."

"And I guess you stopped him from spiraling deeper." Second said.

"Yeah. I guess."

"Then I guess I know your mom!" Gold said, smiling brightly.

"Wait, you do?!" Purple hadn't seen his mom in years.

"Uh huh! Come on!" He grabbed Purple's hand and led him away, leaving Second alone with Victim.

"So, how is Alan?" Victim asked.

"He's doing great! He made me a bunch of other new friends and he's so much fun!"

"I see. So he's nothing like how he was before?"

"Not at all! Why?"

Victim said nothing.

"...Victim? What do you mean?"

Victim looked at him, a much softer look on his eyes.

"I think it's time you learned the truth about your animator friend." Said Victim.