Last Mission (Bruno X F-Reader)

Part 18

You had no clue what was happening, it wasn't like the other stand user you had encountered before. everything felt like a dream and you couldn't tell what was real or what was fake.

You got yourself together and relaxed, you walked out the front door. Suddenly your vision goes completely black. You weren't surprised at this, you excepted something similar to it.

A few seconds later your vision comes back. You saw something... something you never wanted to see again.... something you wanted to completely forget.

At this moment you for sure thought it was a dream, no, a nightmare.

You were in a living room, a little girl was whimpering on the floor, and two adults. One was sitting on the couch the other was standing facing the helpless girl. You recognized this room as the room you grew up in with your fake parents. Your heart sank, you had trouble breathing, you always thought your childhood was less traumatizing compared to others... "It's just a-" You fell to your knees and started crying. "Still crying?" You heard a voice behind you, you didn't care to even look.

"Still pathetic as ever." The waitress taunted. "You can't lie. The proof is in your face." You felt violated, you thought you were hallucinating. "Shall we continue?" You looked up and saw a different scenery. "This one looks interesting..."

There you saw your best friend overdosing. "So, you watched your friend overdose, and did nothing?" "No." you whimpered. "I-I, it's not my fault!" you stood up slowly. Mark watched you closely. "If you haven't noticed my stand, Corpse Bride has the ability to resurface dark memory's my enemy has and use it against them."

The scenery changes once again. "You may be thinking "Where am I?" You're still at the restaurant. See, the moment you walked into the building you were already hallucinating, I put it on you just in case you interfered with my work, which you did," he rolled his eyes. "At this moment you are sitting with the rest of your team. All I have to do is sit back and watch you perish." he made a chair appear and sat down in it.

The room was a dark fighting ring, you sniffle and wipe your tears away, I don't remember this being in my memories. "Where am I?" You turned to Mark while he sat in the corner. "Yet, you still ask the question. You're in one of my memories." He pushed his glasses up with one finger and run his fingers through his slick back.

You looked forward and there were corpses, your old friend, your fake parents, and two other bodies. You felt completely responsible for their deaths.

He's a damn psychopath... I have not the slightest clue on how to defeat him.

"Fight me." You say to Mark. "Hmm? Oh, I don't need to fight you I have my stand for that," he scoffed. "Anyways, prepare to die"

Your old friend runs toward you; you immediately dodged her attack. How in the hell am I going to fight five people at one time?! "See, the thing is Y/n, the worst you think your past was the worst it'll be. For example..." You continued to try your best at dodging the corpses' attack. "Say if you accidentally murdered someone that person would be your enemy, but if you didn't blame yourself my stand would not affect you, and I would have to fight you one on one. Even if you blamed yourself for stealing all those who witnessed it would be after you."

You thought long and hard about his words "Blamed?" You whispered to yourself. This... This might just work I might get my ass killed but it's worth a try. All six of the corpses ran towards you with the intention to kill. You breathed in and out slowly and one of the corpses bit your shoulder the other bit your leg. You tried to convince yourself that you weren't responsible for your fake parents' death. I have no reason to blame myself... after all I was just a kid, I didn't even know what a stand was.