The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Trick of the Light

"Are you all right... guys?" A squatting figure emerged from the fog. "I've found out... who Whitesnake is..." It was Foo Fighters, but no longer in the corpse of Atroe. Instead she appeared similar to her natural form, except keeping some of the more humane features. "It's Father Pucci. He attacked me."

"Father Pucci...?" You let out a disappointed sigh. "I suppose that makes sense." It did explain why he was frequently visited by Sports Maxx and why he had wanted to talk with Lang Wrangler.

"Yup. It's Father Pucci. He attacked me..." Foo let out a few heavy breaths and shook her head. "Too close... If Weather Report hadn't come, I would've been done for..." The vampire, Nukesaku, had been of some use while inside, but once the fight went outdoors, he had to retreat back into the shadows. It was still sunset, after all.

"F.F.!" Jolyne rushed over to her plankton friend.

"What about you, Jolyne?" Foo crawled a few steps closer, seeing the white goop that was the Cujoh's right eye. She brought a hand up to her face. "Here, I'll fix that for you." The eye was fixed to be good as new. "So yeah, Whitesnake showed up to try and figure out the baby's whereabouts through D & G's memory disc. It turned out the user was Pucci! All we have to do now is find him. We'll win for sure! We have Weather Report, too!"

"Weather Report." Jolyne nodded to her fur hatted friend.

"Jolyne." He returned the gesture. "Are your wounds from that other fight better?"

"Yup!" They exchanged a brief hug.

"(Y/N)?" Weather turned to you, his arms open. He was offering you a hug, too.

"Hey, Weather Report." You happily accepted his offer. It was good to see him again.

Anasui, on the other hand, was less happy. "Hey! What the fuck is that? What are those two doing?"

Jolyne shrugged, "They're just hugging."

"I can see that!" Anasui lifted Foo partially off the ground, "Hey, F.F., force them apart! Get those two away from each other!" He couldn't believe you were even letting Weather hug you after you had already professed your love to himself. "What the fuck?!"

"Me?" Foo wasn't sure why that was necessary.

The pinkette grabbed the plankton by the neck while pointing to the scene causing his distress, "Hurry up and separate those two! Go! Do it! It's what we agreed upon, remember?! He's rubbing his scent all over (Y/N)!"

"Calm down." Foo started pushing herself away, "They're just greeting each other. See, they've stopped. So stop freaking out. We know now that we need to find Father Pucci. We don't have time for this."

Anasui grabbed Foo by the chin, "Hey, are you trying to give me orders?! Who do you think you are? Forgetting our promise, shit! You're just plankton, damn it!"

Foo's gaze fell to the floor. Her intellect was something she treasured the most. She had fought tooth and nail to keep Whitesnake from getting his hands on it. She was more than 'just plankton.'

"You have something on your neck, (Y/N)." Weather Report's gaze was locked on the lipstick smudge on your neck. He went to wipe it off with the back of his sleeve.

But the pinkette just pulled you away, "(Y/N), if what Foo's saying is true, then we don't need the baby anymore, right? We only needed it to lure Whitesnake's user." He pointed to the green baby that was sleeping in a shrub. "We have no more use for it. I'm going to kill it. We have no idea what it's capable of, and my instincts tell me to dispose of it... right now."

"Okay, sure." You were fine with it. "But what do you think Jolyne?" She was the one who had wanted to keep it alive in the first place.

The Cujoh shook her head, "I still think we should wait. We don't know for certain if it'll really be evil. Just because it was born from something bad, doesn't mean it can't be good."

You nodded along slowly, "I suppose there's some truth to that. Even if Giorno was a bit iffy for a while, he did become a decent person."

Anasui's eye twitched. He couldn't believe you were even speaking the name of the person who all the rumors of you had been about. "It's not even human." You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he remembered that you weren't human either. "It was never supposed to exist. It was a mistake that thing was born. It's even less than an animal. We should dispose of something so bizarre. Give me permission to kill it, (Y/N)."

"Wait, Anasui..." Foo grabbed him by the shoulder. "Are you talking about me, too? Watch your mouth!"

"Don't touch me! And I'm not asking for your opinion, so shut up. Now's not the time, plankton." So Anasui turned to his friend, figuring he'd be on the same side. Even if he was still upset about Weather having hugged you. "Weather Report. You understand the situation, right? Tell me that you agree with me, too."

Weather raised his arm, "No. i can't do that. Because you're the one that's going to die." He plunged his hand straight through Anasui's torso and simultaneously swiped at your face with his free hand, taking something out while knocking you to the ground. Then he bashed the palm of that hand into Foo, making her disc pop out as well.

The Weather Report imposter continued its assault. Jolyne brought her Stand out to block the attack headed her way, but was left with her right arm almost completely severed and blood oozing from a new cut along her side.

"Foo... You..." Anasui spoke despite the pain of being skewered on the enemy Stand's arm. "You let him follow you?! Sh-Shit! You've really done it now!"

The plankton laid in pieces on the ground, "No... it can't...! No!" The Weather Report visage dissipated, "It's... Whitesnake... Were we all seeing an illusion?"

"I'll have to thank you for bringing me here, Foo Fighters. I was able to come here before Weather Report arrived." Whitesnake unsheathed its arm from Anasui's torso.

You brought a hand up to your head, feeling the blood trickling down. It was strange. You couldn't seem to control it anymore. Your heart was beating on its own again and you actually felt somewhat... alive. You couldn't bring your stand out, either. It must have taken another disc from you, but stole more than just your Stand ability. Although, you did still seem capable of seeing the fighting spirits.

Your breathing slowly became more erratic. What were you supposed to do? All of your companions were on the verge of death, and you no longer had any way to stop it. Jolyne might be able to sew up some of the wounds. She was at least still conscious. Or perhaps if you could get Foo some water? Could you contact Weather Report somehow? Maybe you should go after the baby. You had a pocket knife, but would stabbing it really be enough?

"101, 103, 107. No one can split a prime number." Whitesnake took a step out of the circle of bodies and toward the baby. "It's taken so long... twenty two years... To make my friend reborn and to find the source that can elevate humans to their highest potential." The Stand picked up a pebble and tossed it toward the child, watching as it shrunk. "This is it! It must be! I've finally found it! The way to go to Heaven!"

Enrico Pucci emerged from the grass behind you. "It's still immature and incomplete, but as long as I follow the instructions according to Jotaro Kujo's memories..." He placed a hand on your head, taking a second to put a few stray hairs back in place, taking advantage of your shocked state. He smiled at you in a way that was likely supposed to be comforting. "I apologize for having to do this to you, but it's for the best. I promise. But still..." He licked his thumb and then used that to clean Anasui's lipstick smudge from your neck. "You shouldn't be lowering yourself to such filth. You deserve better than that. Which is something only Dio and I can provide."

"Father Pucci..." He leaned a bit closer, wanting to listen to what you had to say. "Do you truly aim to achieve this so called Heaven?" You weren't sure if you'd get another chance to catch him off guard, so you decided to go for it. You aimed to plunge your pocket knife straight into the priest's heart.

Whitesnake caught your attack with ease. It wrenched the blade from your hold and tossed it into the wilderness. Pucci tilted your chin up, a calm smile on his face. "Yes, I aspire for Heaven. And you'll certainly be there when I achieve it. Again, (Y/N), this is for the betterment of everyone. You're fighting the wrong people. I'm not really your enemy." He wasn't angry at you for trying to stab him. You were just misguided. He was sure that, given some time, you'd realize just how righteous his goal truly was.

Then he turned away from you, returning his attention to the green creature. "Now, Dio! I'll revive you and use your powers to my benefit!"