y/n wanted this whole thing to be over. she really wasn't a fan of meeting people then immediately feeling like tv static before fucking off to another place.
and before she knows it, her dumbass fell into deep slumber. how daring of her.
the girl slept like a baby despite traveling through different timelines from another universe. in the end, she ended up in Italy's streets, sleeping soundly, oblivious to what's ahead of her. sigh, she really thinks she can use sleep to avoid her problems, huh?
y/n's breath hitched up as she immediately opened her eyes. she was well rested and ready to meet a bunch of other people only to feel like static once more. y/n waited... and waited...and waited. her dumbass deadpanned, unsure of what to do next. she was just sitting there, waiting to feel like static again. but it never happened. finally, after a couple of minutes went by, she looked around. the place wasn't familiar at all. the street names weren't in english, and yet she somehow understood it.
y/n stood up on her nasty feet, noticing how she wasn't drunk anymore. she didn't even have a hangover. 'kinda weird, but whatever' the night was getting colder, and y/n was getting hungrier. "heh, if y'all see me losing weight, don't be shocked. ya girls becoming a skinny legend >:)" she whispered to herself like a weirdo.
no food, no money, no shelter. what the fuck is she gon' do now? y/n wandered the streets, unsure of what she should be doing.
y/n thought for a second.
well, turns out her brain was empty. she quickly accepted her faith and just sighed.
'so im just gon be homeless, huh?'
near an alleyway, she heard a faint conversation happening. y/n didn't want to eavesdrop, but it was sketchy that they were having a conversation in an alleyway. she quietly came closer, hearing them a bit better now.
"listen, if we disobey orders, the boss is gonna send someone and you know that. we should just stick to the plan," a man said, clearly worried about this so called 'boss' of theirs. "he won't send anyone if he doesn't find out. kill the sender, get the money, make up a story, live life. it's that simple," "have you done this before!?" "of course I have, I'm not a pussy like you!"
y/n blinked for a few seconds, not believing what she just heard. 'so what the fuck am I gonna do now?' she froze for a moment before smiling. she knew just how to take care of this situation.
y/n waited patiently, waiting for a person with luggage to pass by. while waiting, y/n pulled out some paper from her backpack and wrote something on it. now she's just praying to the gods that this works.
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Fanfictiona joestar that isn't a protagonist a brando that isn't an antagonist and a zeppeli that doesn't die it's all too bizarre, much like y/n l/n's life and how she gets involved with the mafia. being a problem child is y/n's specialty. she is the type o...
