Authors Note: Hi guys! I'm here with an update! I'm excited to finish this and start my A Not-So-Regular Time sequel, so let's get this one over with, shall we? This will be the final chapter, but I'll write up a short epilogue to this! Also, I finally remembered to use the lines in these stories to separate scenes. I feel like an idiot for not using them sooner lol. So, enjoy! :D

Mordecai had turned Benson around, but could barely stand the sight. Benson's glass dome had been crushed, gumballs fallen to the ground. He lifted him up into his arms, running back to Skips, who had been hiding at the edge of the room.

"SKIPS! Benson's hurt!" he screamed.

"Mordecai?! What are you doing?! They'll know we're here!" he shouted.

The zombies turned around and one spoke up, his voice raspy, "We already do..."

Skips looked down in shock at Benson's head, "Oh my God. Don't worry, I'll try to help him. Mordecai, you'll have to handle these zombies yourself!"

Mordecai set Benson down next to Skips, "No, I won't. I found Rigby, Eileen and Margaret. They'll help with these psychos. Give me the cane though, I need to heal myself and Margaret before we fight."

"Alright. Give it back to me when you're done, I'll need it to try to help Benson." he said, handing Mordecai Mr. Mallard's cane.

Mordecai sprinted over to the side room his friends were in and told Eileen and Rigby to shut the stone door. He quickly used the healing powers of the cane on himself and Margaret, then explained the situation. Outside, the zombies were closing in on Skips, who was getting ready for a fight.

"Okay guys, here's the deal: Skips is protecting Benson, who they figured out was in disguise and broke his dome. He's alive, but barely. We need to band together and end this crazy fucking cult."

"What do we do?" Margaret asked.

"Margaret, you take this cane for defense. Eileen will team up with you but remember to watch each other's back! Meanwhile, I'll just try and keep them away from Benson and Skips."

Rigby spoke up, "What about me, dude?"

"Rigby, you need to sneak over with the dagger and free Pops, Mitch and Fives. Also, use that dagger on the zombies if they get to you. Once we're all out, we need to-" he was interrupted by two of the zombies bashing a corner of the door in. "SHIT! Rigby, you know what to do!" Mordecai said.

"I'm on it dude! Let's kick their asses!" Rigby cheered, then darted underneath the zombies' robes, dagger between his teeth.

"After him! Don't let him free the prisoners!" a zombie shouted while turning to point to Rigby.

Mordecai ran up and punched the zombie in the back of the head, "No way you're gonna win dude!"

A zombie shambled over to Margaret and pinned her to the wall, with only the cane separating them. "Eileen?! I need some help please!" she said, struggling to keep the zombie's rotted teeth away from her flesh.

"I'm coming!" Eileen ran up and pushed the zombie away from Margaret who then suddenly stabbed the zombie in the chest with the sharp end of the cane. "Wow Margaret, that was amazing!" Eileen beamed.

"Yeah, I guess I didn't know I had it in me!" she chuckled nervously. "Now let's help-" she started, but the zombie was still alive!

"Oh God! Kill it Margaret!" Eileen screamed.

Margaret drove the cane into it's body again and again, but to no avail. "It...keeps...moving...damn it!" she grunted with each stab.

"GO FOR THE HEAD! THAT'S HOW IT WORKS IN THE MOVIES!" Mordecai shouted from the other side of the room, fighting his own battle.

Margaret stabbed the flailing zombie in his head, instantly stopping his movement. "IT WORKED! Thanks, Mordecai!" she smiled.

"No problem, Mar-" he started.

Margaret and Eileen looked over to him and gasped, "MORDECAI, NO!"

Down the tunnel, the zombie leader (A.N: The one with the yellow gem in his eye.) was on his way, slowly, to the ceremony room. He was reaching the end of his life, which happened to be this week. As he was so old and frail, he relied on his gem and dagger for his attacks. Problem was, Rigby has the dagger, and the zombie needed it back, badly. He eventually reached the edge of the tunnel where Benson was laid down.

"Hmm. It appears we've already killed one of them. Now where is that vermin with my property?" he murmured. He spotted Rigby sneaking over to Pops. "Ah," he took a long, aching breath, "there it is..." The leader shambled over to Rigby's location. No one saw him amidst all the fighting, and Rigby didn't think to look behind himself while sneaking over to Pops.

The leader suddenly picked Rigby up by his tail and yanked the dagger out his grasp. "I'll be taking that back, you little rat!" the leader laughed. Rigby struggled to free his tail from the zombie's grip, but simply couldn't.

"LET ME GO YOU ROTTING DICK!" Rigby shouted.

"With pleasure..." he cackled.

The leader threw Rigby like a child's toy across the room into a wall, slamming against the hard, cold stone. He was instantly knocked out, with zombies closing into to tear him open for a snack! Skips saw this about to happen, so he quickly skipped over and tried to defend the unconscious raccoon.

"Margaret! Eileen! Rigby's out! You need to help us!" he ordered.

"We-we can't Skips!" Margaret cried.

"Why not?!" he yelled.

"Mordecai...he's-he's..." she started but couldn't finish, frozen in fear.

When Skips looked over to Mordecai, he was against the floor, being strangled by the vice-like grip of one of the zombies. He couldn't let Rigby be eaten, but he also couldn't be in two places at once, so he was stuck, unable to deicide on what to do. He started punching zombies away from Rigby's position.

Eileen stepped up to Margaret and shook her legs, "Margaret, snap out of it! We need to cover Rigby so Skips can save Mordecai!"

Margaret just stood there, but eventually went over and hid by Benson, then started quietly sobbing. She was in total shock over what was happening around the room so, including Rigby, she was now essentially useless.

"Margaret? Come on, get up!" Eileen ordered, trying to pull her arm.

Margaret just sat there in an emotionless trance and replied in a deadpan tone, "Eileen, I-I can't. I can't keep fighting these things. It's too much weirdness and horror. I think I'll just stay here by Benson..."

Eileen just groaned in annoyance, picked up the magical cane, and ran back over to Skips. "Skips, what do you need me to do?!"

Skips elbowed a zombie away. He turned towards her, "Eileen, where's Margaret?"

"She's in shock or something, so she can't help. I have the cane though and I can protect Rigby for a bit while you go after Mordecai!" she said.

Skips smiled, "Thanks Eileen! I'll be right back." Skips charged across the room, but suddenly he was struck in the side by the yellow lasers emitting from the leader's eyes, with the force knocking him back into a wall. Skips was stunned, but was still able to stand up. The leader walked over to Skips, cackling while his eyes recharged.

"Well, if it isn't Skips. Say, where is your old buddy, Techmo?"

Skips furrowed his brow, "He's not here. We're putting a stop to your cult. We've should've done it those 100 years ago."

"And I should've killed you both back then for taking our sacred artifact! But, we all make mistakes. I'll try to correct them this time though..." he laughed, raising the dagger up and slashing at Skips. He connected to Skips' chest, slicing in a diagonal line. Skips yelled out in pain, but thankfully he wasn't hurt too much because of his immortality. Skips responded by attempting to punch the leader in the face, but was hit again by the lasers, making him fall to his knees.

The leader continued laughing as he raised the dagger above Skips.

Meanwhile Thomas was next to the three captives, grinning wildly at what was going on.

Muscle Man yelled at Thomas, "THOMAS! You've got to help us, bro!"

Thomas turned and punched Muscle Man in the stomach, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! You are not my friends! I hate you all, but especially you, Mitch!" he spat.

Pops spoke up, "Thomas, why are you acting like this?! We've never done anything terrible to you!"

Thomas looked over to him like he was the one who'd lost his mind, "What? You idiots never treat me with any damn respect! You bully me constantly and just plain act like I don't even matter! Give me one good reason why I should help you!"

"Because we're your friends! I know that sounds like nothing much, but it matters to us a lot! Thomas, why would we ever treat you like crap in a serious way? We just joke around with you!" High Five Ghost yelled.

Thomas was confused, "You always yell at me when something goes wrong! And what about all those pranks? They-"

Muscle Man interrupted, "That's just what they are bro, pranks! We think you're a great member of the park, dude!"

"But what-what about...the power? The immortality? I need it!" he shouted.

"Thomas, can't you see they've been misleading you?! It's all just an evil scam! You won't be immortal!" Pops cried.

Thomas shook his head, "NO! They're-they're my friends now! I-I-" He looked over at the sight of the room: Mordecai was turning purple in the face, Skips was being taken down by the cult leader, Margaret was in the corner by Benson sobbing, and Eileen was starting to falter with protecting Rigby. His eyes widened. He slowly started to realize that he was tricked, that he was under the cult's influence.

All three friends yelled at him, "THOMAS! HELP US NOW!"

He suddenly snapped back to reality. He stumbled a bit from regaining his composure, his correct mindset. He turned to his friends, "Guys, I-I'm back! They tricked me somehow, but I'm all here now...to help!" he smiled.

"Yeah! Good to have you back bro!" Muscle Man cheered.

"Thanks! What do I need to do?" he asked.

"You need to get the dagger from the leader guy! It's the only sharp thing in this room to cut the ropes."

High Five Ghost spoke up, "What about my bubble?"

Thomas went over to him, "Hmm. Let me try something..." He tilted his head down and popped the bubble with his horns.

High Five Ghost just floated there in shock. He raised his arms up in the air in anger, "Are you serious? That's all it took?!

Thomas shrugged, "I guess. But Fives, I have an idea. Can you go help Eileen? I'll handle the leader."

Five nodded in agreement and did as he was asked. He headed over to Eileen and started punching zombies away.

Thomas headed over for the leader.

"Skips, do you have any last words before you are cut open and devoured?"

Skips was on the floor, at the mercy of the leader as he chest was bleeding profusely onto the stone. He was unable to get up, but looked past his executioner.

He moaned, "I just have two-two words..."

The leader grinned, "Yes?"

He smirked, "Turn around."

"What?" When the leader looked behind himself, Thomas was in his face and hit him with a right hook to the cheek, knocking him down.

The leader was surprised, to say the least. "Apprentice?! What on Earth are you doing?!"

Thomas jumped on to him and started wailing on him. "HOW DARE YOU USE ME! YOU'RE ALL FUCKING ASSHOLES!" He continued punching until he thought the old zombie was weak enough to steal the dagger from his grip. He wrestled it out of his feeble hands, then got up and ran over to Pops and Muscle Man, instantly cutting the ropes off.

"Guys, go help Mordecai! I'll handle this douchebag." he ordered.

"We're on it bro! Give him a beating he'll never forget!"

'Oh, I'll do more than that...' Thomas thought.

Muscle Man and Pops ran over to Mordecai and bashed the zombie off of him, allowing him to catch his breath. He sat up and then ran over to Margaret.

"Margaret, what's wrong? Why aren't you helping?" he asked, frightened for her.

"Oh Mordecai! I'm so glad you're alright!" she sobbed, hugging him.

Mordecai rubbed her back, "Shhhh. It's okay. I'm here. Let's just watch over Benson."

Thomas started to stroll slowly over to the leader laying on the ground, flipping the dagger in the air and catching it over and over, a vengeful smile on his lips.

"You think you can just trick people into doing what you want? You hurt my friends, you almost made me kill them, and for what?! Some stupid, insane cult following?" he gritted his teeth, kneeling over the weak, frail zombie.

"Apprentice, you don't understand, we-we can give you-"

Thomas interrupted him by stabbing him in his good eye. "SHUT UP! I'M GONNA RIP THAT GEM OUT, THEN MAKE SURE YOU CAN NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN!"

He stuck the dagger back into the zombie's gem-filled eye, then pried it out of the socket. The zombie screeched in pain, grabbing his face.

"AUGH! No! My power, our legacy!"

He then threw the gem onto the floor nearby. He stood up from the zombie's body and knelt over the gem.

"You're cult is done for!"

The leader could only look over in agony.

"No, don't! Please! Think about what you're doing apprentice! You're giving up power, wealth, an almost unlimited lifespan!"

"You're a lying piece of shit, and you'll die a like one!" he replied, raising the dagger above the shimmering gem.

"NO! I-"

SMASH!

Thomas smashed the gem into multiple shards with the tip of the dagger. He dropped the dagger, with it clattering to the ground. The black, evil darkness seeped out of the dagger, evaporating into the air. The leader started to crumble into dust, the only thing left was his robes. The other zombies did the same, all withering away simultaneously.

Skips stood up weakly, "You did it Thomas!" he cheered weakly.

Everyone ran over to Thomas and congratulated him, giving him pats on the back and compliments.

He stood up smiling, "Thanks guys! But wait where's Benson, and Rigby?"

Mordecai picked Rigby up in his arms and came back over to the group, "He's okay, I think. Little dude just got knocked out."

"And Benson?"

Everyone looked over at Benson, who hadn't moved since having his headpiece crushed by one of the zombies.

Thomas' jaw dropped, "Oh my God...did they...?"

Skips answered, "Yes. He's gone, Thomas. Just like Mr. Mallard..."

"He's dead too?! Oh no! Oh God, I should've never of done any of this! It's all my fault!" he cried, falling to his knees in guilt.

"What are you talking about, Thomas?" Pops asked.

"I caused everything on this trip to happen. I was the seller of the tickets to Benson. See, I used an anonymous IP address in my dorm room in college through a separate connection off-campus, giving him the 'once-in-a-lifetime' deal. I also got the knife I had in my pocket past security by bribing the gate guard, as he is an old family friend of my Mom's. I also concealed it as best I could, so no one could spot it on me or inside a scanner. And even if they did, it would've been labeled a 'technical glitch' on the gate's part, thanks to the guard. I also switched out the flight plans to land here in the Amazon jungle to re-fuel or some bogus excuse, I can't remember exactly. The pilot had no idea he was flying into a huge hurricane, which in turn, caused us to crash and land here. As for following the cult, that's where it all started..." he stopped to take a breath.

"I was only interested in the knife as I was doing research in my college class about military tactics. We were required to pick a certain time period and weapon for help on writing a paper. I chose the modern era, and picked a Bowie knife as I thought they were these cool, huge, knives that action heroes and badass soldiers use. I was contacted by a man wearing one of those purple robes. We met on a side street in the outskirts of the city one afternoon. He wasn't a zombie, as far as I could tell. He said he was a newer member, sent to the US to offer huge discounts on weapons to anyone agreeing to help his 'brethren' located in the Amazon jungle. I couldn't pass up the deal on the knife, and even if I tried to, I was somehow under their influence, like a spell or something! Like, after meeting with him and buying the knife, I started to feel strange. I would come to the park and appear happy, but I was actually extremely pissed off at all of you and I didn't know why. I just felt I needed something more than a crappy job. I wanted to be someone whose life actually meant something. I didn't want to do this to make that happen, but it was them that made me send you guys here to your deaths." he finally finished.

He started crying, "I'm so sorry everyone! I mean it! I never meant any of it! Mr. Mallard...Benson... They tricked me, I swear to God!"

Everyone was completely taken aback. They thought something funny was up with Thomas before leaving, but they didn't expect this craziness! Skips went up and put his hands on Thomas' shoulders.

"Thomas, I don't know how we'll forgive you for this. We know it's not entirely your fault, but you aided in killing the bosses of our park. You can't change or apologize to that fact. When we get to the US, you may have to serve jail time or something along those lines for your crimes. I'm sorry, but that's the hard truth." he explained.

Thomas looked up, "I-I understand, Skips. I feel so terrible!" he started crying again.

Mordecai spoke up, "I don't mean to take away from this, but how are we getting out of this jungle anyhow?"

Skips looked back at him, "Well, they've most likely sent a rescue team for us after the plane crash. It's been, what, three days since the crash?"

"Actually, according to the light through the window when Rigby, Margaret and I were in a jail cell, I'd say it's been about five." Eileen corrected.

"Five days?! We need to get back home bros!" Muscle Man yelled.

"Well, we'd better head towards the entrance." Mordecai suggested.

Skips skipped over to Benson's corpse, "I'll take him..."

Everyone walked outside, exhausted from the fighting and not getting enough sleep.

"I'm so tired..." Mordecai moaned, barely carrying Rigby along.

As if by a miracle, they heard an airplane fly overhead. Since it was nighttime, the plane was using searchlights to find them. And in a stroke of luck, the plane flew over after most had exited the sanctuary, bathing a few of them in the bright white light. The plane flew back around and shot a flare down near their positions. About a half-hour later, a team of agents and paramedics came through the brush towards the flare. They successfully picked everyone up, allowing them to all board the plane. Benson was laid down at the end of the aisle in the military-style plane. Everyone else sat in the edge seats, with most sleeping for the flight back to the States.

"I'm so glad this is over! I can't wait to get back to my parents, and my bed!" Margaret sighed in relief.

Mordecai smiled and held her hand, "Yeah. Might as well get some sleep though..." he yawned.

"Sleep tight, Mordecai. I-" she yawned, "I love you." she smiled back, drifting off into a long slumber.

"Love you too."

Rigby slowly came out of his sleep, and rubbed his head in confusion, looking around the plane.

"What the hell? Where am I? What happened?!"

Eileen heard that and chuckled at him, getting up and pulling him over to where she was sleeping.

"Come on over here Rigby, I'll explain everything on the way home..."