John Wick felt a huge explosion rock his fragile tower as the explosives were detonated just beneath his feet. There were some damages, but they were easily repaired with the blueprints. As John Wick was climbing back up, he was overwhelmed by the violent whir of bullet spray. Tiny bits of shrapnel shredded the wooden stairs beneath his feet as he tried to scramble to a safe ledge. But he was tiring out, and several shots peppered his body before he could make it out of sight.
Wounded and desperate, John Wick was forced to apply bandages as the whir of plane engines slowly drew closer. In the tower across from him, he could hear Sans panicking. Sans was DEVASTATED. He couldn't bear seeing his friend wounded like this. "Wick?! Are you okay, gamer?"
"I'm fine, Sans," he lied, trying not to panic him further. "Get to the top of your tower and fire at the plane!"
Sans was happy to oblige. Teamed together as a pair, he and John Wick, now healthy, began to fire wildly at the oncoming attacker. The Black Knight was an expert flyer, but even he wouldn't withstand the onslaught. He was forced to pull out. Sans and John Wick began to cheer wildly, but their celebration didn't last. The Black Knight had turned his plane onto Papyrus and was firing directly at him!
Papyrus acted quickly. He immediately spotted an abandoned truck in the area. With its steel beams and sturdy frame, Papyrus thought it was the best bet to withstand the plane. Weaving through streams of bullet fire all around him, he dove into the truck headfirst and waited. But the drawl of plane engines kept creeping closer.
"Hah! That fool!" thought Sans. "As soon as he crashes into that sturdy truck his plane is gonna drop harder than the beat in 'Undertale Megalovania Earrape (WITH SICK DROP)'!" But John Wick saw something else. The plane was coming at a slight angle, skewered just slightly away from Papyrus's hiding place. Realization dawned on him, but it was too late.
"SANS! WAIT! HE'S NOT AIMING FOR THE TRUCK!"
A huge explosion rocked the second tower, engulfing the weak wood planks into a huge fireball of flame. As his tower collapsed, Sans panicked and leaped as his platform crumbled beneath his bony feet. Coincidentally, the plane just happened to be charging through the other end of the tower, and Sans landed with a thud on its right wing. At first, the Black Knight was startled at his new passenger, but he gathered his courage. He pulled out a scar, dropped the pilots' controls, and began to fire at Sans.
The plane soared into the clouds, leaving Papyrus and John Wick in a panic. "Quick!" John Wick screamed. "I hope you're a good shot, cuz we're about the hit him with a clap back!" Papyrus ascended the stairs and John Wick threw him a sniper rifle, where they waited in fright for what was to come.
Getting to his feet, Sans ran, dodging his bullets as he carefully stepped left and right like a tightrope walker on the fragile wing. The more the Black Knight fired, the more frustrated he seemed to become. With a guttural cry, he discarded the scar and pulled a rocket launcher out from his pack. Sans dodged it with ease, but the wing was not so lucky; it was hit directly between the seam between the wing and the cockpit. Snapping at the weakened bolts, the plane became unbalanced and careened back down to the Island.
As the plane fell, Sans began to panic, trying to calculate its trajectory and where it would be falling. But as he finished up his estimation, it was too late. He knew where he would be crashing.
The X-4 Stormwing collided with another explosion directly into the second tower John Wick had constructed. The two friends panicked, attempting to run out of the smoldering structure. John Wick jumped with Papyrus joining him soon after. They were both able to land with their lives saved but with a few injuries. The explosion ended up critically damaging Papyrus' left leg and brought immense pain towards his body.
"You good, fam?" inquired John Wick. He was mostly interested in the whereabouts of the Black Knight but felt it right to check up on Papyrus first.
"My leg…" cried Papyrus. "I can't walk!" Papyrus was right. With a missing half of his left leg, Papyrus had to either limp around or be carried by Wick which would hinder his agility and general mobility.
"John Wick! Papyrus! Look out!" warned Sans. The Black Knight was right behind them with an RPG and ready to shoot.
"You should've chosen to die earlier, scrubs. Don't you get it, I am the Black Knight! Wailing Woods is my hood, you defaults."
John Wick built some walls around them followed by some stairs inside. A super pro gamer technique!
"You were saying?" mocked John Wick.
"That doesn't phase me, cuh!" The Black Knight then pulled out a Port-A-Fortress and dropped it on the floor like ooh. "It's over John Wick, I have the high ground! You can't beat me!" he hollered.
"Oh daaarn! My super pro gamer technique was bested?!" protested John Wick. Sans and Papyrus had left John Wick's puny structure and went for the base of the Black Knight's fortress.
"HA! You must be so delusional to even think that that noskin-esque building style could've bested the likes of me!" scoffed the Knight.
"I shouldn't have underestimated you...I know now I was a fool to have thought that such a simplistic build would've gotten me a Victory Royal." he mentioned.
The Black Knight was no lamer gamer and he quickly caught on to what John Wick was doing. "Heh. He thinks he'll distract me with this shit? What an idiot. I'll blow his head off while he's out in the open." he thought. His awareness was heightened and he prepared for some disguised attack to come at him at any moment. "Where is that blue-clad skeleton? I need to find him and his dumbass counterpart…"
"Papyrus, quit horsing around!" commanded Sans. "We need to quietly damage the base of the fortress. Leave them near their breaking point and then we can let John Wick finish it off with his scar."
"Heh. You know, John Wick, this brings me back to a time back in Season 3." reminisced the Knight. "You were atop your gigantic fort and I was just cowering inside a small wooden box."
"I remember. I no-scoped your head off and sent you to heal for days. But you still demanded a rematch the day you fully recovered. And again. And then again." John Wick was caught off guard at first but then began to get a nostalgic feeling from simpler times.
"I kept fighting you and lost every time. Until that one day…" he thought back. "I had procured the high ground unlike every previous effort. You were a fool to underestimate me that time. I shot you in the head first and then continued to decimate your body with my bullets until there was nothing left."
"I lost then because you cheated in the items! I would've won had you not hacked!" accused John Wick.
"This again? Was it not enough to separate the gang because of your stupid allegations? I did not cheat!" he defended.
"And to believe I thought you were my friend…" Wick said with resentment. "I only formed the Fricking Awesome Gang with you because I thought you won from your own skill."
"Think of it as you will. I don't care anymore."
"John Wick, now!" signaled Sans as he and Papyrus were running away from the fortress. John Wick had completely forgotten about the plan and took too long to react.
"There you are!" called out the Black Knight. He aimed his legendary Suppressed Assault Rifle at Papyrus who was moving at a slower pace because of his missing left leg.
"Papyrus watch out!" yelled Sans. He shoved his brother out of the way right as the Knight had pulled the trigger. Sans was shot directly through the eye socket and fell to the floor. John Wick had only just gotten out his gun and began shooting at the base of the fortress.
John Wick's assault was interrupted notification from his device. He was hoping it to have been one to declare the death of the Black Knight but was instead warned that the storm would be circling. He looked back up to see how his friends were holding up but his gaze was covered up by none other than the Black Knight.
"You can't defeat me, Wick!" proclaimed the Knight.
"You're wrong, fricker!" he said as he raised his gun. "Drink Kool-Aid in hell!" John Wick fired a single bullet in the direction of the Black Knight. The Black Knight was quick to react and he somehow sent the damage back at John Wick.
"Heh, so you think you're slick, huh?" chuckled the Knight. John Wick was near death and with a bullet perforating his abdomen. Any form of speech or movement was being made impossible by the immense amount of pain John Wick was going through.
"SANS, WAKE UP!" Papyrus called. Sans' body was completely still and face-down. "GET UP, SANS!" Papyrus nudged Sans to lift himself back up but his efforts were fruitless. He desperately needed some help especially now that he didn't have a leg. Papyrus looked over to see John Wick wasn't holding up too well, either. He was laying on the floor with the Black Knight putting a gun to his face.
"Oh it hurts, doesn't it? It's what you get for messing with a pro." he said. John Wick was profusely bleeding out from the right side of his stomach.
"H-How?" muttered Wick. He was in terrible shape but he still needed to know how this happened. His pride was further insulted as the Black Knight began default dancing on his dying body. The nerve! Not only was he dancing as John Wick's blood pooled over his feet but he also showed no respect by using the most basic dance in the game. The Black Knight kept default dancing as John Wick's health was diminishing. He was even so bold as to splosh around John Wick's vital fluids back at his face.
"I guess you could say I had to put some hacking into this W!" he flat-out stated. "I would keep such information a secret but I just genuinely don't care when it comes to you."
"Wh-?!" he responded. John Wick was beginning to lose his vision and lacked the energy to say much. He had never felt such defeat up until now.
"It doesn't take a genius to figure out that your two buddies have broken parts of the game's code and as a result, made it easier to change it." he explained. "Hahaha! And to think the people you thought would be helping you caused your ultimate defeat. Normally, my hacking skills would only let for me to spawn in items or get better aiming but your friends here have been able to grant me complete invincibility! This truly is your defeat, Wick." The Black Knight was right. It's now near impossible for John Wick to get back up and continue fighting especially since his bullets would just be sent back to him.
"SANS, GET OUT THERE! JOHN WICK IS IN GREAT DANGER AND HE NEEDS YOUR HELP!" Papyrus alerted. Just when he was about to give up on his brother's return, Sans' body began shaking. "SANS?" he asked with a fearful look on his face.
Sans' body began to levitate and Papyrus began to back up. The eye socket that should've had a bullet lodged into it had disappeared. Instead, the eye socket emitted a vibrant blue flame in its place.