Our Lives Abridged by @TheError Files (Completed)

Chapter 1: Movie Night

"Okay, now repeat all the steps I just explained to you from the beginning."

"Huh? Uhhh... Once I'm done shopping, I drive around in circles in the vineyard a couple times-
GYAAA!"

"WRONG! Quit messing around! Again from the beginning!"

The loud argument could be heard throughout the temporary hideout. Apparently, it was Narancia's job to do the shopping and Fugo was not going to let him go unprepared. For the other residents of the house, this just meant further delay on their groceries.

"What the hell is your problem?! Come on Abbacchio! Tell him to stop jabbing me with the damn keys!" Narancia called out to goth like a child would to a tired parent.

There was some more yelling before Abbacchio let out a heavy sigh and said, "You two figure it out on your own." As if he would get involved in this scuffle, it wasn't his job. This was more Buccellati's thing. But he was busy guarding Trish at the moment.

Abbacchio expected some sort of report from the two, but was startled by the sudden silence. Looking up he saw both teens disappeared. "What the- Fugo! Narancia!" He looked behind to find that Giorno was gone too. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash that forced his eyes shut. A strong force knocked him back, making him fall straight on his ass.

Collective groans could be heard throughout the room as the seven new occupants slowly rose from the ground. Mista could be heard over everyone else for a moment, revolver on hand ready to shoot at any threat. "Where the hell are we?" The same question echoed throughout everyone's mind as they absorbed their surroundings.

They were in a fairly large, normal looking living room. Though, there were no windows to speak of and only two doors. A big couch, a couple of armchairs, beanbags, and a coffee table, laid on a soft rug in the middle of the room. In front of them was what had to be the biggest TV they'd ever seen in their life.

Though their surroundings seemed quite cozy, they were all on guard. Narancia summoned his scouter to see if he could find anything. "I'm not picking up any other signals besides the seven of us. Though, it's weird..."

Buccellati walked up to their designated tracker. "Is something wrong Narancia?"

"Yeah, I can't seem to pick up anything beyond this room. Normally there is always some leftover carbon dioxide in the air, even if there are no organisms around, which is unlikely. There's always bugs and small animals around, but right now there's nothing..." Narancia looked at their capo nervously behind a layer of sweat.

Buccellati furrowed his brow. "Nothing? That shouldn't be possible, Aerosmith is always accurate in its readings. Something is not right."

"There's a bathroom over here!" Mista announced from his position near one of the two doors.

"And a kitchen..." Said Fugo from the second door.

Abbacchio peered over Fugo's shoulder to look at the kitchen. Besides normal kitchen equipment, including a very large fridge, there were no other doors. "But where the hell is the exit?! There are only two doors!"

Buccellati walked to the nearest wall with purpose. Sticky Fingers appeared and created a zipper on it. "We'll make our own exit!" Buccellati exclaimed as he pulled the zipper open. The walls peeled back but instead of the familiar black and blue swirls associated with Buccellati's zippers, there was a solid black wall. "Huh?" Confused, Buccellati tried again to make another zipper on the black surface but was unable to. He had Sticky Fingers do a barrage of punches, only for the wall to ripple and absorb every last one.

All the gangsters gathered around their capo stunned. Sticky Fingers was one of their most powerful, close-range, power-type stands. If he couldn't break through, then who could?