One of the men notices and aims a weapon at him, "Don't. move."

"" Doppio growls in a voice that in no way sounds like his, "King Crimson"

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"Doppi- Diavolo, No." Valentine sighs, "We have no time for this. Don't cause more complications for us."

Dop- Diavolo was quite reluctant at first, opening his mouth to make an opposing argument, only to say nothing at the end. He sighed and growled in annoyance, "Fine."

Valentine exhales in relief, "Good. Now, let's calmly and collectively discuss our 'sticky' situation like proper gentlemen." He questions the armed men, "Mind if I ask?- Where do you intend to bring us?"

At first, his question was met by a few moments of silence. But then, one of them replies.

"No time to talk. Now go." In a serious tone, one of the men states, shoving Valentine out of the cell, threateningly nudging him with a gun.

With no choice, they begrudgingly followed their orders, occasionally swearing under their breaths.

The 6 of them were lead outside the building, taking a breather from the humid cell they were in earlier. It was just the break of dawn. The blossoming sun shone like a light in a dark, confusing world, a light at the end of a gloomy tunnel. Darkness running away as sunlight steals the sky.

Maybe, this is just the beginning. The beginning of a bright, happy future ahead of them.

Quickly, that feeling of freedom dissipated when they were lead to the back of a truck. The truck itself didn't look bad from the outside, just a few oddly familiar scratch marks which started from the side to the entrance of the storage space.

A grumble can be heard from within, slightly spooking Doppio, who was, of course, Doppio again.

Diego, too, was sort of wary about what could be inside. He is about to be forced into this tight thing, and a scuffle with a beast of any sort inside of there would be irritating.

"So," Diego hums, "Who or what is inside this thing? I'm not getting in if it's too much of a nuisance." he pouts, swerving his head away and crossing his arms like a child rejecting a spoon of veggies.

Everyone looks at the truck... then back at Diego... the truck... then back at Diego.

Suddenly, Kars thinks of an interesting... idea. He smirks and picks up Diego by the back of his turtleneck jumper, lifting him in the air with ease. Diego squirms and shouts at a very entertained Kars, "Let me go!" he exclaims, attempting to claw at him.

"Let's throw him in first," Kars spoke in a terrifyingly calm tone. Of course, he did this out of spite and boredom. Kars's objectives were obvious towards the comparably smaller dino man, so he screeches in defiance.

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The back opening of the truck opens, sunlight slowly pouring in. Kars launches Diego into the dark storage space. He gets onto his two feet and takes a deep, shaky breath. He tries not to look like a coward and puffs his chest up, "Listen, you-! I am not afraid of you or whatever you are!" he yells in a snappy tone, smirking nervously.

The sounds of footsteps and shuffling cloth got closer. He felt a tall shadowy figure towering over him.

Diego blinks, realizing someone is standing right in front of him.

He hears an annoyed grunt.

His eyes slowly crept up from his feet to this mysterious figure's face. Finally, his eyes rose to the figure's face. At the vivid image of something truly terrifying, Diego yelps and jumps back out.

"" Diego screamed, "" sweat dripped down his terrified face with terror in his eyes.

"Oh my god, you are all so annoying . " the figure sighs, " was just trying to moisturize my perfect skin," he says, taking a piece of cucumber off his eye.

"Anyways, get in. I don't want my skin to burn to a crisp from the sun." Dio says in the sassiest tone possible. "Also," Dio adds," Pucci, come here and help me, will you?" he orders him, snapping at his fingers.

Enrico smiles and willingly strides in, "Anything for you, Dio-sama," he says in a cheery, upbeat tone.

"What the fuck...?" Kira blurts out, extremely confused. First of all, where did he get those, and... why...?

Valentine gives him a reassuring pat on the back, "I, too, am appalled and perplexed." he says in an oddly condescending tone.

Not long after, they moved on from that shit show.

7 men squeezed into the tight storage space of a truck, some of them not being able to see in the dark storage area, bumping around in the dark for what felt like hours, and the repeated sounds of rubber wheel and bumpy road rubbing together.

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After moving from one place to another in a hot, cramped space, the vehicle comes to a stop.

"Open it with caution. We don't know much about them."

A muffled voice can be heard right outside.

That same voice awakens Kira, who suddenly jerks his head back onto the metal, accidentally bruising the back of his noggin.

He groans, waking up to a pang of discomfort and pain, "How unlucky..." he sighs, rubbing the back of his head.

The man's awakening causes everyone else to wake up along with him, also realizing that the vehicle had come to a stop.

"I can certainly say with confidence that that was one of the worst naps that I have ever taken in my entire life. Maybe the worst ever." Valentine remarks, getting up in displeasure.

Diego comes into the scene, looking horribly ill.

"Oh my god--!" He exclaims, " It feels as if- *urgh*-my organs are rearranging" Diego manages to mumble out before hurling himself onto the ground, feeling acidic junk at his throat, just barely leaking out.

Nausea from the long trip absolutely wrecked him hard... like a train.

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Hi, thanks so much for reading this chapter! I seriously can't wait to write the chapter after this and the one after :)

Stay tuned!

(me trying out art styles be like 🥱🚶‍♂️) (also, I'm changing up the brush and I'm sure that I'm sticking with this one.)