John Wick felt like he was about to pass out at any moment. This defeated look on his face sparked anger within Sans' heart. He needed to act quickly.
"Teme no haihin wa." muttered Sans as he rose up.
"SANS?" Papyrus said, while the Black Knight continued to default dance over John Wick's bleeding figure.
"S-Sans…?" said John Wick. The Black Knight's dancing came to a halt.
"Black Knight…" said Sans. "DON'T YOU DARE MOVE A MUSCLE, YOU BASTARD!" As he said this, dramatic shading took over Sans' face but certain parts of him were beginning to look brighter as if a neon purple light was inside his bones.
"What the hell is this?" exclaimed the Black Knight. His three enemies were emitting a strange pinkish light from their bodies. Rays of otherworldly energy shot out of John Wick, Sans, and Papyrus. To Papyrus and Sans, this was no unknown feeling as it had been the same exact effects that had occurred to them when they first left their world.
"HOW ARE WE BEING TRANSFERRED TO ANOTHER UNIVERSE WITHOUT DR. ALPHYS' MACHINE?" wondered Papyrus. "HOW CAN SANS DO THIS?"
Soon enough, John Wick's body was enveloped in so much light that he was beginning the transition to the next world. Papyrus began to disappear along with him, leaving the Black Knight stuck on the island by himself.
"You cowards! Don't you realize that by having y'all leave, I'm going to get the Victory Royale?" said the Knight. Without even giving any response, Sans and the rest of the squad had vanished. "Hello? Hello?" The Black Knight was met with absolute silence. No Victory Royale. His device still said there were two players left and but at least the storm timer was still going on. "Those fricking bots…" he said to himself. "I knew they were using hacks all along."
His invincibility was still continuing even after the trio had disappeared. There was seemingly nothing he could do with his device. Was this the work of his enemies? Even though they allowed for his own hacking to be made easier, the addition of the two unknown entities may have broken the game too much. As soon as they left, he was no longer able to hack the game but his previous changes remained. The Black Knight seems to have been given an infinite amount of time to contemplate over what had just happened. He was now forever bound to the match without being able to leave.
"Ya-Yattazo! Hatsudou shitazo!" said Sans. The three of them were spiraling through a vortex of random colors. The seemingly never-ending tunnel made John Wick pass out with Sans and Papyrus only staying semi-conscious. Then in just a few seconds, the squad was sent back in time to an unknown location.
"Good work, Narancia." congratulated Bucciarati. "Not only did you manage to defeat two Stand-users on your own but you also saved Giorno in the process." Bucciarati and the rest of his team had just caught up with Narancia and Giorno after a brutal Stand fight.
"Shouldn't we get out of Venice now?" pointed out Mista the gunslinger. "The Boss' assassin's must be surrounding this area. Isn't it best for us to leave this place?"
"Well actually, I've spoken with Trish lately…" said Abbacchio. "I believe we have a lead, Bucciarati!"
"Do you mean we have a way of discovering the Boss' identity?" asked Giorno. He had just finished up healing the young Narancia and himself. He recognized that it would be better if they left Venice but they would still have the possibility of encountering more Stand-users.
"I'll tell you during the flight but I think it's best we head to Sardinia before more Stand-users continue trailing us." said Abbacchio to Bucciarati while simultaneously ignoring Giorno.
"SARDINIA?! That's so far away!" complained Narancia. As Narancia said that, his eyes drifted to a bleeding man with a tall cartoon skeleton. The red-clad skeleton was holding something in their arms but Narancia couldn't quite make out what it was. "Guys, don't attract their attention but I think I just found the enemy Stand-user over there." he alerted.
"That man seems badly injured but his Stand is working just fine." pointed out Bucciarati.
"Maybe he was a victim of one of the Boss' hitmen." said Giorno.
"No, there's no way a Stand-user is just coincidentally at the same place where the Boss wants us killed." argued Bruno. "Mista, Narancia, I'll stay here with Trish while you two can check on that man. Even if he isn't dangerous, I'd still like you to get some answers out of him if he turns out to have any relations to Passione."
"Bruno, Narancia was just attacked by a Stand-user." said Giorno. "I'd like to go with them and help them out if things get out of control."
"Just go, Giorno." responded Abbacchio. "We'll both stay here along with Trish."
"Don't worry, John!" assured Papyrus. "I'll just see if I can get some bandages for us in one of these shops."
"H-Hey, Papyrus, you mind placing me closer to John Wick?" asked Sans as he was on the floor.
"Oh of course..." he responded. Papyrus grabbed what was left of his brother and placed him on John Wick's wounded body. "Hey John Wick! John Wick!"
John Wick only made a small grumble in response.
"Mind if I borrow some of those V-Bucks you were talking about? I'd use some of our own funds but we kept them in Sans' pockets and you know the rest of the story…" John Wick didn't even make an attempt to respond so Papyrus just assumed he had received his permission. "I won't be gone for long!"
"Over there!" pointed Narancia. "The Stand is moving independently from the user!"
"Not just that." said Mista. "Look, the Stand looks to share none of the wounds as its user. They both have their own distinct injuries."
"Do you think that that man over there is not a Stand-user, but instead just a victim?" proposed Giorno.
"Giorno, while we chase that Stand," asked Mista. "think you can check up on the other guy? If he's not a danger, it would be best if you can fix him up?"
"Ovviamente." he responded.
The three of them split up across Venice. Narancia had already drawn out his Stand to scope out the area but Mista kept his Sex Pistols hidden inside his gun.
"This Stand's range…" said Mista. "Narancia, keep Aerosmith high up. Judging by the range, this enemy Stand can't be that strong."
"Wait, Mista, what is it holding?" asked Narancia. "Could those be… DRUGS?"
"WHAT?!" screamed Bucciarati. Bruno jumped across the canal between him and the remote Stand and rushed past his two teammates. "STICKY FINGERS!" Bucciarati made a zipper on his nearest wall and let it drag him up to the roof of the building. The traitor was now following the mysterious figure through the streets of Venice with Mista and Narancia trailing not too far behind.
John Wick was unconscious at this point but still held on to Sans' detached skull. Sans was comfortably resting on his lap waiting for Papyrus to return. After all they had been through, Sans needed to take a break and what better way to take a break than to have his face pressing against John Wick's body.
"Ah, I wish this could last forever." he said. "If only I had arms to hug you, John Wick… *nuzzle* *nuzzle*"
"You there!" called out a young man in Italian.
"Oh uhh meow…?" He said with a confused expression. It had been a while since he and Papyrus had to speak Italian so it took a moment for him to process all of that. They had mostly just learned the language for authenticity when it came to Papyrus' terribly cooked dishes, anyway. "Ahem, He's really injured. We're just waiting for our friend to come back with bandages."
"What is this…" Giorno thought to himself. "The Stand isn't trying to attack. Should I let my guard down and help this guy?" Giorno knelt and began to examine the injured man. "He's on the verge of dying…" Giorno decided to get Abbacchio involved with this. He decided it would be best to use his Stand, Moody Blues, to make sure they can trust the skull's claim.
"What the hell?!" screamed Narancia. "Don't leave us behind, Bucciarati!" Bucciarati's despise for illegal drug use drove him to leave behind Abbacchio and Trish. It wasn't long enough for the speedy Bruno Bucciarati to catch up to the slowly-limping skeleton. "Damn, I didn't know our leader was this fast, eh Mista?"
"He's quick and nimble when he needs to be but I don't think we should be talking while that Stand is being tackled."
"Bucciarati, I think he has already passed out!" Bucciarati had regained his composure by the time the two gangsters had caught up with him.
"That thing…" he stated. "That thing is not a Stand! It doesn't even feel like a Stand. But if it's not a Stand, then what exactly is that?" The three of pulled him into an alleyway for questioning, despite the fact that the bustling streets of Venice might still cause for them to be seen.
"Giorno, are you actually stupid?"
"I just need you to prove to me if they're worth trusting." he explained. "Here. I'll take care of Trish and the turtle."
"You idiot!" Abbacchio tossed over the turtle to his partner before unleashing his Stand. "Turn around."
"I already know what it does, Abbacchio. Averting my eyes from your Moody Blues would be useless."
"I said turn around, Giovanna!" he commanded. Giorno caved in and turned his back to the skeleton head and the dying man. "Giorno turn back around! Moody Blues... I-It can't go back further than this! The farthest position it can trace isn't even from an hour ago!"
"You mean to tell me that there's nothing else to trace before that?" Sans was just staring back at them unable to do anything. Even he couldn't fully explain everything. "How did he get injured? Who's this other person trying to get bandages? You! Explain all of this!" Giorno withdrew his Stand and threatened the talking skull.
"So earlier today," he explained. "we were fighting this guy but I was shot through the head which got me unconscious for the rest of the match…"
"Are you trying to make a fool out of us?!" Abbacchio stood up and grabbed the skull by the eyes. "What the hell?!" Abbacchio was expecting Sans' eye sockets to be hollow but was instead met with a weird texture. He immediately dropped him to the ground which was met by a shriek from Sans. "There's no bullet hole in you and judging by the fact that you didn't react to either of us unleashing our Stands, you are not even a Stand-user!"
"Stand...user?"
"Abbacchio, I believe they aren't anything we should be worried about." Giorno put Golden Experience's hand near John Wick and began using it's restorative powers. "Now back to your story…"
"Me and my brother had travelled from a different universe and got to this guy's universe accidentally. So we decided to band together and help each other out except that didn't necessarily work out since us merging into his world caused weird things to happen but I'd say that's besides the point." The power of Giorno's Stand, Golden Experience, had allowed for the bullet still stuck inside John Wick to turn into parts of the perforated organs which would in turn stop the bleeding and patch up the damage. "So while we were fighting this Knight person, all of us got terribly damaged but I when I woke up after being hit, I was able to replicate the same power of the machine that had originally let us travel outside of our universe."
"This guy is serious…" thought Abbacchio. "He's speaking without a doubt. The fact that he's not even showing any doubt in his mind makes me want to accept his absurd claims."
Papyrus was woken up by the sound of a boombox blasting out music as he was looking towards what seemed like his body only without his skull. Papyrus tried to talk but was quick to realize his mouth being literally closed up by a zipper. Before Papyrus' eyes were two humans dancing in synchronization. Papyrus muffled noises didn't do much to help his situation but at least they knew they were doing their torture right.
While his two other teammates were "torturing" the enemy, Bucciarati was investigating the belongings of this entity. Bucciarati's search only resulted in his finding of instant noodles and the foreign currency even after such a long time spent digging through his possessions. "Narancia, Mista," he called out. The two of them ignored their leader and continued dancing. "NARANCIA, MISTA!"
Papyrus tried to roll his skull towards his body but made little progress due to his abnormally shaped head. He tried to send a message through incomprehensible noises but the gangster was too busy trying to get the attention of his friends.
"So the problem with that is that I was able to send all of us out of that place except for my body." explained Sans.
"So that brother of yours…can he also take you through other 'universes'?" asked Giorno.
"He hasn't yet but he could someday…"
"So if you needed to, could you leave to some other place right now?" inquired Abbacchio.
"I'm not sure if I can…" responded Sans. Giorno had begun to use the parts of the ground to make a body for Sans. He'd never made a cartoon skeleton with his Stand but he tried to make it as natural for Sans as possible. "Well last time I did it, I had my left eye as well as some other parts in my body glowing a blue light."
"By 'glowing a blue light' do you mean like this?" Giorno directed Sans' attention to what seemed like part of his neck except now it was glowing blue and looked to be growing ever so slightly. "It looks like your neck is growing back. It's doing as such at a slow pace but still reconstructing itself regardless."
"I don't think that was there a while ago but it's not like this regenerating thing is that efficient…" Abbacchio had gone inside the turtle to speak with Trish about the situation while his teammate stayed to talk to the cartoon skeleton head. "Hey think you can do what you did with Wicky over there and heal me too?"
"So then…" spoke Mista. "Do ya feel like talking now?"
*muffled noises*
"Well then looks like we'll just have to do this a third time!" Narancia pressed the 'play' button on his boombox and got into his starting position.
"NO!" exclaimed Bucciarati. After trying to get their attention for two consecutive dance routines, Bruno was not about to let them continue any longer.
"The hell?!" reacted Narancia. "Aw man! Why did you have to break that boombox?"
"This guy doesn't seem to be a threat! All he's carrying is some food and weird tins." explained Bucciarati as he removed the zipper from Papyrus' mouth. "He's obviously not a human but he can't be a Stand either…"
"MY BODY! PUT ME BACK! PUT ME BACK!" Papyrus' head was now cartoonishly jumping around in distress.
"So not someone sent by the Boss?"
"I already searched everything he had. He doesn't have a badge to show his alliance neither does he have the qualities of what someone in Passione would exhibit."
"What should we do about it then?" Mista began to drag the skeleton's body closer to his head as Narancia was finding a way to fix up his recently-bought boombox. "Now I'm not a fluent speaker or anything but it seems that it's only speaking in English. But if that's the case, what is it doing in Venice?"
"Guys, he must be an alien!" proposed Narancia. "Okay so you know how Aliens have oddly shaped heads?"
"It's definitely not an alien, Narancia!"
"I don't care what it is! We should get back to Giorno and figure out what to do with this!" Bucciarati took the cartoon skull and let his other group members handle the rest of the body. They were off to meet up with Giorno and whatever became of the dying man. Despite having set their priority as figuring out how to defeat the Boss, Bucciarati's team of gangsters were now temporarily involved in the story of John Wick, Sans, and Papyrus.