The Great Red Dragon kills him.

Music started playing. It was orchestral and epic, with a brass band blasting its horns and strings moving like water. He had no idea where the music was coming from, as though it was an ephemeral sound that followed the dragon befitting its Boss status. Even with how eccentric the dragon appeared, it added a layer of menace to the monster that had already been established through the sheer size of the thing.

As the dragon made a bee-line for him, Timothy raised his starter weapon up to the beast. He ran to the dragon as he gave out a war cry, an act that might have seemed valiant (if not a little foolish) if he didn't have a diaper in between his legs keeping his legs apart, as he hit an ankle on one of its front paws.

HP: 14998/15000

Timothy gawked at what he saw. His starter weapon only took off 2 HP. Sure he was below the dragon's level and his weapon was a starter weapon, but he couldn't help but feel like an idiot. He was an idiot for taking on this boss after having just started playing.

While it would be presumptuous to call what he did was "hurting" the dragon, the Great Red Dragon responded to this act of hostility with a screeching, Godzilla-esq roar as it breathed a red, smokeless flame into the air.

Timothy looked up at the angry look at its (weirdly adorable) eyes, then at his foam-sword, then back at the dragon. He gave the dragon an uneasy smile and then, with comedic timing that would have made Daffy Duck proud, he dropped the sword as he made a break for it.

As Timothy tried to run beyond the boundaries of the battlefield, the dragon strolled after him. Since the dragon was much bigger than him, it didn't need to run to keep up with him as it spun around, batting Timothy like a baseball, its tail a baseball bat, as his body uselessly ragdolled against the wall and back to the ground.

HP: 0/100

It hurt way less than he anticipated. In fact, it didn't hurt at all. This made sense, considering this was a video game. The sensation of hitting the wall with enough **** to break his bones felt more like being roughly shoved onto a mattress, followed by sudden fatigue. Ever spent a day swimming at the pool and struggling to walk away from all of that exercise? It was a lot like that.

As he lost consciousness, the black void of his closed eyes lit up with bright red letters that formed a pair of words.

GAME OVER.