Jojo Crack fics

Mista I love you but <3

Mista failed a mission so badly. He had to complete it within four hours, forty-4 mins, and 44 secs, with four bullets into 4 goons. Even with all that time

Polpol instructed Bruno to throw him in a specialized torture room especially made for him.

"Mista, I'm sorry... I'll see you in 4 hours, 40-four minutes, and forty-four seconds."

A tear has slide down Bruno's cheeks. He couldn't bear to see this happen but had no choice but to follow orders from the higher ups. Before Mista could even try to escape Bruno zipped the room shut.

"NO NO NO NO NO. BUCCELLATI LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT."

"I'm sorry but I can not."

Mom retreated crying and praying fo the sanity of the gun welder.

He knew what this place was. It drives him insane. It was filled with the one thing he hated the most. I would say it but I guess you already know. I mean why are you even reading this book if you didn't expect this shit to happen? Well I wouldn't know but it was number 4 if you didn't know.

A room filled with four? That's just a bit easy right? How about four rooms filled with 4 with 4 doors each? All leading to the other rooms with four things each inside as well? Too far? Maybe... but that's the room.

Mister slowly looked back. He didn't want to disappoint the readers reading this after all. His eyes keep changing directions as he only saw 4 as the wallpaper. The chairs are upside down 4s. The decor? All number fours as well 😌. Am I going to get this to 444 words on Wattpad's I'mword count? yes!

Guido tried to take out his bullets as it would be the only thing without the association of four he knew. Some fell out of his hat only to find out that there was only four left. He panicked. Like any normal human being would duh. He searched in all his pockets for just one more, but alas there is none.

Guide just screamed. Running to the other rooms in hopes that there is something that doesn't have to do with four. But he must have forgotten that this was especially made for his hated desire to come true.

It may have seemed to have happened a few hours but only 4 minutes have past. Did he panic even more at this? Yes, of course he did. He hated the number four but what can this banana of an author do? Nothing.

Fin.