I'm Hank J. Wimbleton?! (A Hank Reader x MC X FNF)

Chapter 80: The True Enemy

Phobos: I am a God! You cannot defeat me!

Hank: Now where have I heard that before?

And with that, the final stage of the battle commenced, the outcome hanging on a knife’s edge as Hank and Tricky, both at their peak, prepared to bring Phobos down once and for all.

The reactor chamber hummed with barely contained energy, the walls groaning under the pressure of the battle between Hank, Tricky, and Phobos.

Each strike sent shockwaves through the room, creating sparks and arcs of electricity as weapons clashed, and blasts of dark energy collided with chaos-fueled strikes.

Time was slipping through their fingers, Hank knew it, and Tricky could sense it too. Project Nexus 2.0 was already in motion, and they had only moments to stop it before the nightmare Phobos had been building became an irreversible reality.

Phobos floated in mid-air, his body glowing with dark, dissonant energy. His eyes flickered with malevolent amusement, clearly relishing the struggle.

He raised a hand, summoning yet another storm of dark projectiles from the many swirling portals he had opened across the room.

Hank and Tricky barely had time to dodge as the barrage tore through the air, crashing into the metal walls and floor, leaving scorch marks and dents in their wake.

Hank’s breathing was ragged under his mask, but his resolve was unshaken. He darted to the side, summoning an energy rifle from thin air, and fired a rapid volley of high powered shots at Phobos.

At the same time, Tricky cackled maniacally, throwing himself into the fray with his jagged stop sign raised high, slashing through the barrage of dark energy like a mad beast.

Hank: Let Caine go, Phobos!

Hank’s voice cut through the chaos, laced with anger but still steady. Caine was their only leverage, Phobos had been using the old man as a pawn in his twisted game for too long in Hank's opinion, and he knew that they couldn’t afford to have him harmed.

Phobos paused in his assault, his glowing eyes narrowing as he looked down at Hank with an amused smirk.

Phobos: Is this what you want, Hank? So concerned for the weak...that's not like you at all

Without another word, Phobos made a grand, theatrical gesture with his hand, and the restraints holding Caine snapped open with a metallic clank.

The old man collapsed to his knees, coughing and wheezing as he was finally freed from his containment.

He was too weak to stand, his frail body had suffered too much from the long ordeal, but at least he was no longer a prisoner.

Phobos: There....you can have him. But you’ll have to deal with me before you leave this place.

Hank’s eyes narrowed, he appreciated that Caine was safe, but Phobos freeing him wasn’t an act of kindness. It was a taunt, a declaration that Phobos was still in complete control.

Even now, with the base shaking, the reactor humming ominously, and time running out, Phobos seemed completely confident that his plan was unstoppable.

Hank: Why thank you, but we’re not leaving without kicking your ass

Phobos: Then come and face your end!

The fight resumed in an instant, with renewed fury on both sides. Hank, his Hunter Form crackling with raw energy, charged forward with his Murasama glowing brightly in his hand.

Tricky followed suit, his laughter echoing through the chamber as he tore through the air with his stop sign raised high, ready to strike.

Phobos met them head-on, his Binary Sword flashing with dark energy as he blocked Hank’s strike and deflected Tricky’s wild swing.