Vento Oreo

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A/n: wasSUP GANGST☆RS! First of all, thank you for being patient and dealing with my procrastina- I mean bullshit. Second: Holy shit this book got 3k reads now?! Hot damn.

Anyway, have a wonderful JoJo weekend! Arrivederci~!

"The boss attacked Abbacchio earlier while you guys were gone, so we couldn't get the best evidence from Moody Blues' replay." I tell the gang, leading them back to where we started. "But, he still managed to use his Stand's last powers to create a death mask of the boss."

They all gasp as I show them the boss' face embedded in the pillar.

"He's still alive though. He was on the brink of death, and I was barely able to heal him with the help of Giorno." Looking over to the said blond, I smile and thank him.

I then turn back to everyone else with a serious expression.

"As much as I would like to stay here, we need to leave. Now." I say, "The boss may still be here, and there's no telling if or when he'll attack again."

The group agrees and we soon leave the island, but not before taking our evidence with us.

While Narancia and Mista are outside on the boat, everyone else, me included, are inside the key room. Bruno and Giorno are trying their best to find any identities matching the boss'. So far, no luck.

Suddenly, the computer starts glitching out and a voice emerges.

I stand behind the group, grinning like a maniac.

Ooooooooohh, here he comessss! Baguette boi!

"What?"

"All that is left now is to find a way to defeat him."

The four of us gather around the device, shocked and curious about what the man has to say.

"I've been waiting so long for people like you, who'd do everything they could to track this man down!"

"Someone tracked us down instead!" Bucciarati exclaims. "Giorno, cut the connection, quick!"

"Wait! Don't cut me off! I'm on your side!"
The voice quickly claims, "You want to defeat Diavolo, don't you?"

Giorno, Bruno, and Trish all freeze at the name.

"Diavolo?" The girl whispers.

"Shh!" The leader hushes her.

"Please believe me."

Huh, that reminds me. . .

Shinjiteru ze!
Shinjiteru yo!

Oingo Boingo Brothers-!

"No!" I shout, slapping myself in the face with both hands.

The room goes silent, including the man on the computer.

When I open my eyes, I see the whole gang staring at me, clearly concerned about my mental state.

"A-are you okay?"

"Huh? Uh, uhm, y-yeah. . . I'm. . . Schizophrenic."

What the heck?! No I'm not! I'm perfectly normal! Not that there's anything wrong with people who have schizophrenia. . . But still!

They continue staring at me.

"Ahahahahaha. . . It's just a joke you guys! Come on!" I awkwardly laugh it off.