"I-impossible!" stammered John Wick. "I thought we game ended you back at Retail Row!"
"Oh, yes, yes!" said the Trooper, casually spinning his gun upon his waist. "That would be true, for a fair player like you. Some of us are gonna play cheap." He slammed his backpack upon the ground, revealing smoldering circuits and broken machinery. "It was a simple task, really. Instead of teleporting me back to the base, I reprogrammed it to teleport it close to you. Seems like it worked out just perfectly."
"Oh yeah, that sounds fancy and all," commented Sans, "but it looks like all you really did was smash it with a wrench a few times and hoped it worked."
"SILENCE, FOOLS! MY PLANS ARE FLAWLESS!"
"What? But how? The security and adjustments of those backpacks are more complicated to just be manipulated by a wrench!" John Wick told him.
"I thought the same thing until today," said the Skull Leader. "Y'know I figured y'all weren't from here. And sure enough, your sudden appearance is causing a few...glitches. This wasn't the first backpack to go all wack, I found out about when I tried to kill a hater. I hit his backpack with my pickaxe and he started to teleport. Unlucky for him, he teleported right off the island! AHAHAHAHAHA! Our squad started testing some other exploits and I found the best one yet!"
"So you're saying teleporters are going wack all of a sudden?" asked John Wick. He was trying to extend the conversation until he found his opening. The egotistical Skull Leader seemed to enjoy hearing himself talk far too much.
"Yes, precisely!" he responded. "The backpacks, Port-a-Forts, and all that lot have completely malfunctioned since those skeleton boys arrived. Now…" With a blur of movement, the Skull Leader brandished his revolver and swiftly blasted the weapons out of the trios' hands in an instant. "I suggest you get down, shut up, and let me claim the grand prize," grinning greedily at the Golden Scar positioned atop the pedestal. The three boys could only drop to their knees and watch helplessly as the Skull Trooper victoriously marched towards the center of the room.
Atop the altar among the glow of a dozen torches, the Golden Scar gleamed ominously atop the sandstone altar. As the Skull Leader ascended the final steps to the top, John Wick remembered the inscription. "Perhaps he is not worthy of the legendary weapon!", he thought quickly. "If the curse of the Tomato Temple is put upon him, we'll easily be able to finish him off." Still, he watched in terror as his rival slowly eased his hands towards the treasure of old, regarding not the inscription upon the bottom. His fingers made contact with the Scar, and…
Nothing. No curse was placed upon him as he brandished the Golden Scar. John Wick bowed his head in resignation as the Skull Trooper turned, his eyes filled with contempt, towards the gang, his new weapon proudly brandished. "Now… which of you to game end first?" he asked. As he saw Papyrus about to answer, he added, "That was rhetorical. Of course I know who I'm game ending first." He slowly aimed the gun at John Wick, and… pulled the trigger.
Click.
Nothing came out.
The Skull Leader turned in shock. "What is the meaning of this?! This is said to be the legendary gun of old, which was once said to have defeated the-"
Suddenly, the temple boomed with a low, gravelly voice. "Thou art not worthy to brandish the Legendary Weapone of Tomatoe Tempelth!" The Tomato Gods and other carvings in the murals of the Temple came to life as rigid people of stone. The ancient walls started to rumble. The statue-like Tomato Gods towered over the intruders. The smaller minions of stone equipped themselves with the torches that hung about. The tall Tomato God Statues began to mouth the words echoed through the Temple itself.
"Foolish gamer! Only those who are worthy are allowed to place their hands on the sacred Golden Scar. You do not have the birthright to do as such. An apt punishment is to strip you of all you love and boast about!"
"No, please! I am worthy, Mr. Tomato Temple! I was born as epic as the weapon itself!"
"The Golden Scar is not just a weapon! It is a vessel of which the Epic Gamer of Legend will unleash his bullets and rid this world of the age long malice that corrupts this here island and all of the universes and dimensions revolving around it!" The voice of the Temple was furious. Its minions were stomping; spreading cinders to the ground.
John Wick, Sans, and Papyrus were trying to find a path out but it seemed all exits were impossible to get by without getting the attention of the Tomato Statues. John Wick's device alerted him of the rampaging storm borders inching closer to their location. He started to plan out a course for Wailing Woods. As he was doing that, Sans and Papyrus were quietly watching the ominous statues surround the Skull Leader. They were getting closer to him for each second that passed by. Their advancement toward him reminded Sans of the storm. Only this time, there was no one else to help if he was to get swallowed in.
"Please, please! I'll give y'all as many V-Bucks as you need! I can even make you elite members of the Skull Troopers, just give me the darn scar!" the Skull Leader was shouting at them urgently.
"YOU ARE NOT WORTHY! YOUR LACK OF APTITUDE TO CONCEDE YOUR DEFEAT WILL RESULT IN YOUR DOOM! YOU ARE SENTENCED TO BECOME A DEFAULT FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY!" The Temple's voice raged on. Its minions crawled all over the Temple. It became harder to breathe with the flames dancing about.
The desperate Skull Leader threw the Golden Scar at the stone giants and took out a weapon of his own. "WICK! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! I WISH YOU'D KEEL OVER AND DIE!" The Skull Leader fell to his knees. He felt his purple skeleton armor disappear into thin air. His clothes began to change and so did the rest of his body. His face became more generic and his voice less deep. His transformation into a default was complete.
"We'll be taking your soul once the game ends. Play your best, as it will be your last. You will turn into a statue displayed in Tomato Temple itself. Your name will be known as that of a default who tried to take the Golden Scar for himself. Maybe your followers will come to visit their idiot leader…" The Skull Leader was all alone and so confused. He once was the gamer of the hour but now everyone will think he is a coward. The Skull Leader became an absolute zero. Nobody's hero…
"HECK YOU, JOHN WICK! HECK YOU!" screeched the Skull Leader.
John Wick's device gave off loud beeping noises as the storm was dashing into the temple. As if on cue, the statues began to disappear and the Temple grew quiet. The trio began to move out of the structure. John Wick noticed the defeated default standing in front of the altar. He was staring at the Golden Hand Cannon in his hands. His eyes looked watery.
"You comin'?" asked John Wick unexpectedly. "The storm is getting closer."
The default stayed silent. He stood still and gripped his gun tighter. He then aimed his Golden Hand Cannon at his head.
"NO, GAMER, NO!" alerted John Wick. But he was too late. The default was dead. John Wick hoped that a drone would come in to teleport him back to base. Or anywhere. But nobody came.
His device rung once more with another message:
"Three players left."