The interior of the castle was littered with vegetation, claw marks, and two large gaping holes in the walls. In the middle of the room were Unikitty, Puppycorn, Hawkodile, Richard, Dr. Fox, Master Frown, and Brock. In the middle of the circle was a certain cursed board game which Unikitty, Hawkodile, Dr. Fox, and Frown were playing.
"Alright, so we survived a stampede, sentient vines, a lion, and hyenas." Dr. Fox stated.
"Stay positive, guys!" Unikitty encouraged. "If we keep playing, we'll be able to finish in no time!"
"And tell me again why you guys aren't playing this and just watching?" Frown asked as he glared at the three people who weren't playing.
"Cause, we wanna see where this goes." Brock answered as he slurped at his soda.
"Also, we were a bit too late." Richard deadpanned.
"Whose turn is it?" Puppycorn asked.
"It's my turn." Master Frown said.
He shook the dice a bit before tossing them. The crystal ball in the middle of the game started to display its message.
"A hunter from the darkest wild makes you feel just like a child?" He read confused.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hawkodile pondered, scratching at his head.
"It doesn't actually involve a hunter, right?" Unikitty said.
She was proven wrong when a loud gunshot rang throughout the place and nearly hit the doom lord. They turned to where it came from and a man kicked down the door. He had graying hair, side burns, and a goatee and wore a hunter's uniform with a pith helmet. He also held a large caliber lever-action shotgun with a flared muzzle.
"Who are you?!" Hawkodile screamed.
"Van Pelt's the name. He rolled the dice, I hunt him." He said pointing his gun at the doom lord.
Frown screamed and ran off, dodging shot after shot. Before, he could shoot again, the others interrupted him.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Unikitty said as Van Pelt paused. "Give us a minute."
With that the four players and three watchers ran off somewhere. Van Pelt stood there confused. After a few seconds seven simultaneous gunshots and he miraculously dodged them. He looked to see the players and their friends. Unikitty and Puppycorn were dressed as police officers armed with Mossberg 500 shotguns; Dr. Fox was wearing a camouflage suit and hat and armed with a 5-round Mauser M98; Hawkodile and Richard was clad in WW1 soldier uniforms with M1903 Springfield rifles; and finally, Brock and Frown were dressed as cowboys with a Henry and Winchester Rifle respectively. All guns were smoking and pointed at him.
"You're not the only one with firepower!" Dr. Fox exclaimed as they cocked their guns.
Van Pelt tried to fire, only to have his gun broken and shot out of his hands by Puppycorn.
"It's scum like you that make us sick." The royal siblings said in character.
Now unarmed, Van Pelt booked it out of there.
"Get back here, you varmint!" Master Frown said in a southern accent. "I got a nice plaque for you!"
They then fired their guns as they chased after the frightened hunter.
"Where do you think you're going!?" Hawkodile exclaimed as he shot the pith helmet off the hunter's head.
"Who's the coward now?" Brock said as he fired his rifle.
"You guys, keep playing the game, we'll keep him at bay." Richard said as he, Brock, and Puppycorn ran after the hunter.