Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

Yes.

You were sitting on the couch, Mista at your side. The years really had gone by. You were already eighteen years old with a special someone sitting next to you. Mista placed his hand on yours and sexily placed a kiss on your neck. He topped you on the couch and started lifting up your shirt, a blush on your face. 

"You're so damn gorgeous..." Mista mumbled.

Abbacchio fell through the ceiling and pulled Mista off of you, beating him relentlessly on the floor. You watched with a cold expression on your face as your father stuffed six cheese sticks down his throat and beat him with his duo batons.

Suddenly, you were sitting in the middle of a park merry go round. You watched the entire gang each grab a bar and start running in circles, spinning it incredibly fast. You were stuck in a t-pose position and the merry go round started rising up into the air.

You were the rock floating lazily in the lava that Abbaccikan Skywalker was standing on. On the shore of the molten world was Bucci-Wan Kenobi. Sweat drenched their faces from a long straining battle. Emperor Giornatine had truly fiddled with the strings inside of Abbaccikan's mind. He was converted to a side of evil, though he thought it was right. There was no saving him.

"It's over Abbaccikan! I have the high ground!" Bucci-Wan shouted out, in hope the fight would end. 

"You underestimate my power!" Abbaccikan spat the words through blazing gritted teeth.

"Don't try it!" A last cry for peace.

"Oh. Okay." Abbaccikan jumped off of the rock and landed on the shore. The two went home to enjoy a good cup of tea. 

There was black. You wandered towards the light that shown down on a dark silhouette. He was afraid.

A man with pink hair, dotted with black spots. His green eyes looked dead yet filled to the brim with fear. Looked like a sort of stripper. You extended a hand to maybe comfort him.

"No! No don't touch me!" The man flinched, voice trembling. 

"What's your name?" You kept your tone gentle as if you were speaking to a child.

He slowly put down his arms that were covering his face. "D-Diavolo...who are you?"

Diavolo? The one Giorno had spoken about in times of past. The fearsome and powerful ex mafia boss was now like a trembling child, afraid of anything. Sent him to something worse then death Giovanna did.

"My name is (Y/n). Would you like to come back to reality?"

"I would do anything. Anything you want, if you could bring me back to reality."

"Would you behave and serve our new boss with complete loyalty. Our boss Giorno Giovanna? The one who put you here?"

He gritted his teeth with fury, clearly wishing to forget that name. Diavolo loosened up a bit, realizing that it would mean he was free. Free from hell. 

"Yes. I would pledge my undying loyalty to him."

"To who?"

"To Giorno Giovanna." He eagerly spoke.

"Then you are free."

You were brushing your (h/c) hair, eyes locked with your own in the mirror. Your reflection lunged from the mirror, something in it's palms.

"Take the nuggets..." The warm chickie nuggies were placed in your hands. Stuffing them all in your mouth all at once wasn't very hard.

White. Everything was white. Golden swirled clouds sat peacefully with the white sun glazing them in a shining coat. You looked around, ears ringing in the silence. Bucciarati appeared through tufts of fluffy clouds. He had the most elegant blue eyes when you looked deeper into them. Like looking into the pits of Neptune. 

"Would you like to see?" Bruno extended a hand to you.

"Yes." You took it. 

An echoing sound was tuned to a singular voice. Abbacchio stood behind you. A small white bundle was gently held on his arms. He looked down at it with a sweet smile filled with youth. Bucciarati approached from behind and placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling. 

"You loved me once. What happened?" It was like you had fallen into the pits of hell. Everything was dark and desolate. You shook as you turned around afraid to see what you would find.

It was just Abbacchio. A bloody Abbacchio with eyes gouged out and organs poking out through the long bloody opening in his chest. You noticed two green eyes shoot daggers at you from behind the talking body. Golden curled hair accompanied the emeralds that stared at you. The man behind lunged at you with a knife and began stabbing you repetitively in the throat. 

"You've seen what you shouldn't have." His voice was raspy and dead. You tried to throw him off but several pizzas were holding you down. Life left you. 

Your eyes opened and you were in a chilling and cold sweat. Reality came back to you. It was all a dream.

"My name is (Y/n) Abbacchio, I'm fifteen years old, nobody just died." Getting out of bed, you wiped your forehead and looked outside. It was morning. 

You left your room and found Leone drinking a glass of wine instead of coffee while speaking with his husband. A strange reason it was that tears were filling your eyes at the sight of his life filled skin. You groggily approached him and wrapped your arms around your father.

"Good morning, (Y/n)." He kissed your forehead and gave you a hug. Mama Bruno received grabby hands from you and he joined the group hug. 

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Mista tried to rape me in my dream last night."

You heard knuckles cracking and Abbacchio stood up, a red tint in his eyes. 

"Amore, we still have those cheese sticks, right?" 

"I already have them," Bruno handed six cheese sticks to Abbacchio. 

You heard a noise. Something form your room. Maybe it was just your dog...

You opened the door to see that man. The man called Diavolo. He was completely mesmerized by his body. He was real again. Your pupper was giving him all of the kisses he could take but he didn't even notice.

"I-I'm back...you." He glanced up at you. You held your ground even though fear piled up inside of you. He didn't look like he meant any harm. Not anymore at least.

"Are you ready to hold up your end of the deal?"

"I am."