"The Storm is closing in, we have to get to Wailing Woods! NOW!" shouted John Wick.
As the three friends bolted out of the temple, Sans and Papyrus saw he was right. A huge wall of lashing, purple rain screamed as it slowly closed in on the final circle of peace on the Island. Sans still wasn't used to running this much but he had no other choice if stopping meant his life.
"Hey Paps, can you carry me?" said Sans in a voice loud enough to be heard through the Storm's roars but quiet enough to be thought of as lazy. "My legs are hurting…"
"HOLD OUT LONGER, SANS! I CAN'T JUST DO THAT WHILE RUNNING FOR MY LIFE!" shouted Papyrus.
"Hey, Wick! You might want to start building some more of those ramps! We got another mountain coming up!" screamed Sans.
On command, John Wick pulled out his blueprints and building materials. Plank after plank began to connect and a rhythmic march followed on top. Their ramp switched from wood to bricks as John Wick ran low on items.
"Y'all are gonna have to get closer to me once we reach the end of this ramp!" shouted Wick.
"But why tho?" replied Sans.
"I'm runnin' low on supplies for the ramp. There ain't no water below for us to jump into like last time. I'll have to pull out my glider. You need to hold on to me or else y'all will just fall to your deaths!"
The uniformed stairs of brick transitioned into a ramp composed of scrap metal. The structure still didn't get them far enough past the mountain. John Wick had to build a little more before they could deploy the glider. Their race with the storm was coming to a close as they advanced towards the next circle.
Sans was panting now, almost out of breath. Memories of his previous encounter with the storm quickly rose back up to his head. Determined to not let it happen again, Sans accelerated as much as possible. He got up to John Wick before he became fully exhausted.
"Pa- *pant* *pant* Papyrus!" he yelled. "My lungs are gonna collapse!"
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY LUNGS!"
"Three!" John Wick interrupted.
"*pant* Already? *pant*" said Sans in an exhausted voice.
"Two!" he counted down.
"I'M NOT READY! I'M NOT READY!" warned Papyrus.
"One! Grab on!" John Wick exclaimed as he took out his Hot Ride.
Sans leaped for his right arm and Papyrus leaped for his left but instead grabbed on to his leg. They swept down to the thick forest with the Storm trailing behind.
"I meant to grab on to the glider!" shouted John Wick with slight pain and discomfort. He noticed Papyrus trying to climb up to get a hold of the glider but quickly fail in the process. "Stay there. It won't be long before we reach the ground. Make sure the landing's safe for you."
Besides the tall skeleton clutching on to his left leg, John Wick had trouble steering with Sans gripping on to his strong buff bicep. Sans was getting uncomfortable and loosened grasp but couldn't help gripping tighter whenever they would pass by a sharp stone. Sans' awkwardness and slight embarrassment soon turned into comfort as he enjoyed grabbing on and felt safer. Sans began to love the thought of John Wick protecting him of any danger.
Steering was especially crucial now that Papyrus or Sans could get hit by some obstacle. John Wick noticed how hard Sans was holding on. It made him feel more responsible for their future as if his only goal now was letting his friends make it out alive.
"Y'all might want to be careful of these last guys," pointed out John Wick.
"You already know who they are?" asked Sans.
"I have an idea…" he replied. "But even if it's not who I suspect, they can still dangerous. It ain't easy for a noob to get this far into the game. Basically, you can expect a challenge from them."
Besides Papyrus tumbling down, the landing was safe and the squad headed off to meet the next challenger. They didn't have to walk too far before they encountered the first trap.
"Spike traps, huh?" said John Wick sarcastically.
Not long after, the team was ambushed by a figure in a knight outfit. Different colored explosives were thrown at them. John Wick enclosed the three of them inside a cube out of the scraps of steel he had left.
"SANS! WHY CAN'T I STOP DANCING?" asked Papyrus.
"Damn! He got hit by a Boogie Bomb. Sans you make sure the steel walls can hold him off while I protect Papyrus." commanded John Wick.
"Protect? Papyrus?" thought Sans. "Well… does he really need to be protected?" he asked.
"What? Of course he does! He's defenseless and currently susceptible to enemy attacks!" he replied.
"He can manage!" snapped back Sans. The steel walls were shaking. Projectiles kept being thrown at the walls.
"Sans, just help with the walls." John Wick handed over his blueprints and the little building materials he had.
"His… BUILDING MATERIALS?" Sans said to himself. He was oddly fascinated with the simplistic construction tools. It almost felt like an honor, a privilege. To have gained so much trust from John Wick made Sans start giggling. He began work on reinforcing the walls.
"Papyrus! Stop moving!" said John Wick while trying to dispel the effects.
"SORRY, JOHNNY! BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT FLOSS!" Papyrus replied. He couldn't help acting so weird. The effect would be amplified if John Wick wouldn't apply a remedy soon. The loud blasts suddenly stopped. But the gang began hearing footsteps headed toward their way.
"Sans, keep Papyrus quiet while I go fight this lamer." he requested.
"Anything, slick!" he responded. "Alright, Paps, calm your bones."
John Wick took out his gun. He blasted the wall knowing the enemy had ran out of most of his resources.
"Fool!" he remarked.
John Wick kept a steady aim and pointed at the Red Knight. "Heh. I knew it would be you two! Now, where's the real gamer?"
"I'm a better builder than the Black Knight FYI! Or what? Are you anti-gamer girls?" mocked the Red Knight.
"John Wick, do you know this gal?" asked Sans inquisitively.
"Don't mind her. She's just another Twitch thot!"
"OMG, I am reporting you! Lol who would've thought the pro fortniter would be so SEXIST!" the Red Knight screeched. "Oh and would you look at that! My drone is recording EVERYTHING you're saying!"
"See? She even live streams everything she does." quipped Wick.
"NO HUMAN IS AS GOOD AT DANCING AS I THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" Papyrus blurted out.
"Sans! I thought I told you to keep him quiet!" exclaimed John Wick.
"I thought the bandages over his mouth would do it!" defended Sans.
"What did that deformed Skull Trooper just say?!" said the Red Knight in shock. "I'll have you know I am the greatest rapper on this island and I have memorized over a hundred dances!"
"I AM THE GREATEST RAPPER IN THE SEVEN SEAS AND I HAVE MEMORIZED TWO HUNDRED DANCE MOVES! AH AH AH AHHH" stated Papyrus.
"You think you can take me on?" challenged the Red Knight. "I impose a dance battle!"
"Papyrus let's go." ordered John Wick.
"I WILL NOT BACK DOWN FROM THE CHALLENGE!" proclaimed Papyrus.
"Papyrus! Don't waste your time! We are going." repeated John Wick.
"A DANCE BATTLE TO THE DEATH!" he proposed.
"To. The. Death!"