Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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"Are there any signs of breathing on the shore?" Calling out and waiting for a response Bruno's eyes surveyed what they could before focusing on the dark haired male.
"There's no one on the shore!"
Before any decision could be made Giorno cut in, his assessment of the situation right away made itself prominent through his words. "Wait, Bucciarati! Until we know what attacked it's too dangerous to move." He had a very good point with remaining still till a proper answer could be given, but that would also leave everyone wide open for an attack.
"I know that if we go up on shore, we're going to be attacked by whatever this thing is! Giorno!" Catching sight of the raven haired male moving from the walkway back onto the boat, the sound of gas being released into the air sounded and you could faintly make out the same green mold from Mista crawling up Narancia's arms, the substance seeping around the edges of the rooms entrance. "It's on me?!"
The green mold quickly began creeping down the room's walls continuing to let out a hissing noise whenever something was covered. "Everyone stay away from the walls!" Shouting that out and moving to yank both Trish and Giorno back the other two followed suit standing in the center of the room in a circular fashion. Your eye flickered over each wall before realizing that the blond had somehow gotten some on his hand.
He spoke quickly before you could say anything aiming his statement towards the gunslinger outside who was seconds away from aiding Narancia. "Mista! Don't stretch out your hand! This stand has something like a switch that gives it the chance to attack!"
You could faintly see the gears in his head begin spinning, pieces of the puzzle fitting together. "So the attack begins when our bodies move down to a lower location? B-But...at this rate, you guys will be..."
A shout in pain from beside you had caught your attention and you could see the mold had made its way closer breaking through the skin of Trish's leg. "Trish!" Moving reflexively to try and help Giorno caught your shoulder in his good hand preventing you from leaning down.
"If you move to a lower location from where you originally were it reacts and attacks." Explaining that you stopped your previous track of mind straightening back up.
"This stand! Why in the world would it work like that?" Disbelief was evident in the man's tone and Bruno's brows furrowed, taking in what the blond had said.
"To expand the stands range even further. Just as mold spreads from within dead bugs, the corpses produce more corpses. If the people move a bit further before dying the mold's range just keeps growing. That's exactly what they want. Because the stand ability is the users conscious will!"
