John Wick's boots crunched across the sand as he walked across Dusty Divot. With his backpack filled with weapons and supplies, he was ready for anything. A trail of carnage was left in his wake; John Wick almost never missed a shot. Though he was used to going it alone, he couldn't help but miss those two mysterious skeletons who showed up at Tilted Towers. If nothing else, they were good company…
John Wick was stopped in his thoughts as he heard unfriendly company. He ducked behind a mound of dirt and inspected the scene. There stood a lone Skull Trooper, with almost no armor and weaponry. His eyes scanned the dusty lot. Wick mercilessly aimed down his rifle, ready to kill, when the lone Trooper yelled, "Alright, boys! It's safe to come out! Let's get going."
And from a bush emerged a huge group of Skull Troopers, all armed, armored, and stocked. They carelessly marched across the lot, chatting to each other and cracking jokes. And in the center of the squad stood a purple-tinted trooper. John Wick was filled with rage; he was one of his bitter rivals. He was ready to throw a grenade in the squad and wipe all of them out when he spotted something. At the back of the pack were two skeletons; one of them nervously following along, and the shorter one cracking jokes with a Skull Trooper and chuckling. The two skeletons he met at Tilted Towers! John Wick immediately suspected betrayal, but he knew the Skull Troopers had a tendency of tricking new players into joining their squad before game-ending them and taking their loot. Suspiciously, John Wick kept his distance from the pack and stalked behind them as the group walked down to Retail Row.
"...and then I was like, 'I feel like my lungs are about to explode… Oh wait!'" Sans was saying to the group of Skull Troopers. A few of them laughed at his bad pun. His charismatic nature had really come in handy and he and the Skull Troopers had become fast friends. On the other hand, Papyrus tiptoed along at the back. He had tried to make conversation with one of the Troopers, but as it turned out, they had higher standards than just being able to cook spaghetti. Either way, the squad casually made their way across the abandoned Dusty Divot. As they passed some mounds of dirt, Papyrus felt something. "Sans, wait up! I feel somebody looking at us."
"Don't worry about it, Paps," Sans said coolly. "With all of these people around, there's no way someone would attack us!"
"I don't know, Sans…. It's weird… I feel like that fellow from earlier is watching us… We should meet up with him again!"
"We can't, Papyrus. Besides, we're already with these Skull guys. Enemies don't stand a chance! Don't worry about that feeling, Bro. You're probably just imagining it."
And so the Skull Trooper Squad walked through Dusty Divot, all but one oblivious to John Wick following close behind them.
After a bit of walking, the Skull Troopers had finally made it to their destination. "Well, well, well, boys, look where we are. This would be Retail Row!" said the purple Skull Trooper. "C'mon, boys, split up and check the stores. Let's find these two skeleton boys a backpack." The squad split into groups, each diving into a store to go find a backpack. "Oh, and you two." The leader pointed at Sans and Papyrus. "You're coming with our group. Just trust me on this one." Sans cheerily obliged, and Papyrus kept following along, just as nervous as before.
The shop they entered was a bland, empty clothing store. Mannequins were scattered all across the floor, and most of the shelves were barren of anything. The group split up in search of backpacks.
"Sans, come over here! I think I've found something!" Papyrus gestured towards a locked door. "It looks like it's unopened, maybe we'll find some backpacks in here." Sans ran over to his brother and produced a small paperclip. With enough twisting and turning, the lock fell to the ground, broken, and the two brothers entered the storage closet.
In the small, dusty space, there was a weak light bulb glaring dimly on dusty walls. Only the shelves on the walls were illuminated, all loaded with backpacks.
"Oh, good find, Paps! Looks like there's a ton of backpacks on the shelves!" Sans picked one up and slung it across his back.
"I wonder what this room looks like... Oh! Here we go!" Papyrus felt a light switch jutting out of the wall and flicked it on. "Looks like this room is pretty big after all..."
Papyrus was stopped by the horrible scene that lay before him. Strewn across the floor of the storage room were bodies all over the place, laid carelessly about without any thought.
"What's going on? Those Skull Troopers told us that as long as they have their backpacks, they'd be teleported back to the base good as new!" But before the two could react, a voice behind them said, "Well, unfortunately, these fine folks don't have their backpacks anymore. We took 'em, as well as their lives. Looks like you two are next." Sans and Papyrus spun around to see the entire Skull Trooper Squad, guns poised directly at them.