You slightly awaken from your slumber as you heard something rummage around your room. The first thought that came to your mind was that your mother was looking for deodorant or perfume to use. But then you heard your backpack unzip. Maybe she was feeling generous enough to put away your homework you might of left out.

You then heard a crunching noise which immediately made you think there was a rat in your room. You felt around on your nightstand until you grabbed something suitable to throw at the rat. You opened your eyes and in one quick motion you threw a alarm clock at the figure hunched over your backpack.

"OW!" A young boy yelped as he grabbed his head. "Huh?! Where in the hell..." You looked around the under decorated and empty bedroom. You looked down at your clothes to notice you weren't in your uniform. Your face redden as you felt your chest. Thankfully, you still had your bra on.

"Heyyyyy~ That hurt, a lot!"A young boy with a orange headband whined as he ate Doritos. Your Doritos...

"My delicious triangles of heaven!" You screeched as you fell of the bed. You recovered quickly and snatched the small bag from the boy.

You didn't notice it before but now looking around on the ground around you and the boy, there was tons of empty snack bags. "My snacks!" You fell to your knees and shifted through the trash.

You looked up at the boy who had a guilty smile on his Dorito powder covered mouth. "What's your name before I kill you for eating my snacks from the future."

He put his hands up in front of his face defensively trying to black whatever attack that was about to come. "N-Narancia Ghirga!" He closed his eyes waiting for you to strike him. It never came.

You were busy stuffing your face with the small bag of Doritos that he opened earlier. You haven't eaten in the past twenty-four hours and when you did you vomited it up. You were practically starving. And crying.

"S-so goud!" You cried as you continued stuffing your face until the bag was empty. You were going to miss Doritos since it was 2001 and it would be awhile until their flavors would be the same.

"Well, Narancia... Since it's 2001 and the Doritos you ate aren't a thing yet... I'll let it slide. Now tell me what did you think of them!" You licked the powder off your lips and fingers as you stared at the confused young boy.

"I though they were... really good! Do you have any more?" You dug through your bag and looked at the boy sadly.

"I only have other snacks that I have to make last for the next few years..." He looked down at his legs as he rocked his body back and forward.

"But I have to tell you something important..." You hummed as you zipped up your bag. Narancia looked back up at you excitedly.

"If you touch my precious snacks again..." You grabbed the collar of his leather shirt...?

"I'll find all of your left shoes and take a shit in every single one of them... Or take away your kneecap privileges..." You glared at the small boy as he shrank under you. "You understand me?"

He nodded his head quickly. You let go of him satisfied with his response. "But why my left shoes?" He wrinkled his nose at the thought. You laughed at his disgusted face and shook your head. "It's how you assert your dominance! That's what people do in the future!" You joked as he stuck his tongue out.

Apparently he thought you were serious.

"So why are you in here?" You questioned as you picked at the chipped neon nail polish on your fingers. "Oh! Bucciarati, wanted me to check to see if you were awake. But when I came in here I heard a weird vibration sound come from from your bag. So when I opened it I saw all of those snacks and well..." He sheepishly smiled at you as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You helped yourself to my snacks." You finished for the boy. "Wait... Vibration sound?" You reopened your bag and dug through it until you pulled your phone out. You turned it on to see a notification for a low battery.

What little hope you had was shattered as you threw your phone back into your bag. "What's that?" He pointed to the device as you zipped up your bag. "My phone." You gloomily stated as you let out a long sigh.

"So... Who's Bucciarati?" You questioned as you stood up. "Our capo! You talked to him yesterday! Remember?" He cheerfully said as he walked you out of the bedroom you were sleeping in.

He rambled on how everyone panicked after you passed out and saw all of the blood on the back of your head. He wen't on how a kid named 'Giorno' healed the giant wound on the back of your head that no one saw earlier. "I'll have to thank this 'Giorno' later then." You laughed as you touched the spot on the back of your head where 'said wound' was.

You both walked down the short hall and into a giant living room/dining room that everyone was lounging around in.

The guy with the funny hat was draped over a couch slightly with his back facing you, watching tv. The goth, Abbachio, was sitting on a recliner by the couch listening to music while watching tv too. A girl with short pink hair was sitting at the dining table flipping through a magazine. Swiss cheese guy was seated to her left looking through a book. While another kid with doughnut shaped hair seated on the other side of the girl looked at a flower in his hands. And finally, who you assumed Bucciarati, was walking in and out of what you assumed to be the kitchen with trays of food, placing them on the table.

It didn't take long for Narancia to alert everyone of your presences. "Hey guys! She's awake!" He yelled as he dragged you farther into the room. He plopped you onto the couch next to the weird hat guy and sat on the other side of you. He grabbed the remote and changed the channel to some weird cartoon.

You could feel everyone's gazes burning into your head as you watched tv awkwardly. You felt a arm wrap around your shoulder as you were pulled into a chest. You looked up at the man with the funny hat who had a goofy grin on his face. "You really gave us a scare yesterday!" He laughed as he messed up your already messy hair.

"Miiiiista!" A small yellow elf flew out of his hat. It had the number 5 on it's head as it pulled at the man's ear. "We're hungry!" It whined, "Yeah!" more small yellow elves(?) flew out of his hat and pulled at parts of his face.

"Alright, alright! Food is almost ready!" He yelled as he tried to wave the small elves away. "Is that your stand?" You laughed as you pointed at one of the tiny elves. It was the same one that flew out his hat first.

"Yes, they prefer to be called 'people' so try not to treat them like a 'thing'." You hummed in acknowledgement as the tiny 'people' surrounded you. "Miiiista! Who's this cutie?!" One of them asked with the number 7. Your face redden slightly as all of them surrounded your face.

"Why is there no, four?" You questioned as you recounted the tiny people. "That's because number four is bad luck!" You could see him shudder in displeasure at the thought of the cursed number.

"Mista! Your hogging (Y/n)!" You could hear Narancia complain as he pulled you out from under Mista's arm. "(Y/n)! Watch this show! You'll love it!" Narancia excitedly pointed at the tv that was playing a cartoon.

"Yeesh, Narancia, She's not going to like your dumb cartoons!" You could hear someone yell from across the room. You and Narancia dramatically gasp as you both look at the guy that looked like Swiss Cheese. "Cartoons are life!" You stated with crossed arms. "Yeah! what she said!" Narancia copied you.

Swiss cheese just scoffed and rolled his eyes before focusing back on his book. You highfived Narancia and both went back to watching your cartoons. Mista threw his arm back over your shoulder and watched cartoons with the two of you.

It wasn't long until 'Bucciarati' walked out of the kitchen again with more food and placed it on the table. He dusted his hands off as he looked at the table satisfied before calling everyone to eat.

His words fell upon deaf ears as you, Narancia, and Mista, were glued to the tv screen. You were visibly relaxed and laughing along at the screen every time something funny happened. You had a pair of black shorts on and a pink shirt. Your hair was messy and had a neon feather tangled in it. Your neon makeup was smeared across your face and faded.

He cleared his throat again as Abbacchio wandered over to the table to grab a plate of food. Only after Swiss cheese chucked his book at Narancia did he get everyone's attention. Narancia fell off the couch clutching his jaw that was assaulted by the book. "I'll kill you... I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DUMBASS!" Narancia screeched as he sprinted over to the boy with a knife in his hands.

"That escalated quickly..." Mista laughed as Narancia tackled the strawberry blonde out of his chair. "Should we stop them?" You questioned with worry as the two wrestled on the floor.

"Nah... They always fight it out, or Bucciarati stops them." Speaking of the devil, he shouted at them as he pulled the two apart.

"Foods ready, you two!" He nodded at you and Mista who were lounging on the couch, while causally putting both of the boys into a headlock.

"Alright!" Mista hopped off the couch and took a seat at the table. You just sat on the couch, kinda lost, not knowing where to sit. Eventually Narancia and Swiss cheese took their seats along with Bucciarati. Narancia perked his head up and signaled for you to sit between him and Mista. You nodded your head and walked over to the table and took a seat.

You sat there awkwardly staring at the food as everyone grabbed a piece of everything and passed plates around. You still had a empty plate with a glass of orange juice. Mista nudged your side and motioned for you to grab some food before it was all gone. You hesitantly grabbed a pancake and plopped into onto your plate.

Bucciarati must of sensed your discomfort since he stopped passing food around and looked at you. "Go ahead and grab what you like. Make yourself at home!" He gave a closed eyed smile as he motioned to the food. You nodded again and immediately filled your plate up with the delicious food.

"Wow, (Y/n)! When's the last time you ate?!" Mista joked as he fed a strawberry to his stand. You hummed in thought for a second as you took a bite of your breakfast. "Maybe a little over twenty-four hours, since I vomited everything I ate yesterday..." You could hear everyone stop moving and look at you as you shoved another forkful of food in your mouth.

"Feel free to stop staring anytime now..." You muttered with your mouth full of food. Everyone continued eating as you relaxed slightly. You chugged your orange juice down as you continued to eat the giant breakfast that was perfectly prepared.

Everyone talked at the table while eating and shot you a few questions every now and then. You eventually got a introduction of everyone and could match names to faces.

You went back for seconds. "You really are hungry, huh?" Mista commented as he finally started eating himself after feeding his stand. "Yeah! I usually don't eat breakfast, and when I do it's a slice of toast." You popped a piece of fruit into your mouth, "Plus the food is really good!" you empathized 'really' greatly.

You heard Bucciarati chuckle as he picked up his empty plate of food. "I'm glad you like it, feel free to eat as much as you like, since you haven't eaten in awhile." You hummed in agreement as you cleaned you plate in record time.

You wiped your mouth with a napkin and looked at the colors of your lipstick get smeared on the paper. "Hey, Mista," You looked at the man who was eating next to you. He hummed as he looked at you with a mouthful of food. "On a scale of one to ten... How shitty do I look right now. four being the worst." He snorted at your joke and thought for a moment.

He raised three fingers. "I thought so..." You sighed as you attempted to wipe off your makeup with the napkin. You only made it worse.

"(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)... You're just making it worse, just go shower." Mista commented as he pointed at you with his fork.

"She doesn't know where the bathroom is, dumbass!" You could hear Fugo yell from across the room as he read his book on the couch. Mista just made a 'oh' sound and tapped his finger on the table.

"Narancia! Go show (Y/n) where the bathroom is, so she can shower!" Mista yelled at the young boy on the couch.

"How come you can't~?" Narancia whined as he kept his gaze fixed on the tv. "Because I'm still eating!" He shouted back.

You could hear Narancia groan as he hopped of the couch and made his way towards you. He stopped and pointed down the hall. "It's the first door on the right, you can't miss it." You nodded your head as he walked back to the couch.

"Lazy..." Mista scoffed as he took another bite of his food. You got up and carried your plate to the kitchen where Abbacchio drying off dishes and Bucciarati whipping down counters. You walked over to the sink where Abbacchio was drying dishes.

You turned the water on to it's hottest setting and plunged the plate under the faucet as it washed away and small particles of food still stuck to the plate. You reached for the dish soap and covered the plate in a thin layer and proceeded to scrub the plate.

After you wished washing the plate a silverware Abbacchio took the plate from you and dried it off. You just nodded at him and left the kitchen.

You made your way to the bathroom and got ready for your shower that was way past due. You entered the bathroom to see a large shower and sink across from it. A towel was resting by the end of the shower on a towel rack. You peaked into the mirror and sucked in a breath as you visibly cringed at your appearance.

Your (h/l) (h/c) was sticking out in all directions with small neon feathers tangled in the nest formed by your hair. You neon makeup was smudged and pretty faded due to time. The only few things that looked good was your healed up scratches and bruises. There were no marks left from the fight and flight from yesterday.

You ran your hands through your hair a few times trying to brush it out. After pull knots and feathers out and brushing it through with your hand a few more times, you were partially satisfied. "Damn I knew I belonged in the trash but... I didn't know the trashcan was on fire..." You chuckled slightly from your joke and locked the door.

"." You stand came out and looked you over. It shook it's head and pointed at the shower. "No shit. I need some music." It's cassette player mouth popped open to try and mimic a 'oh'. It fished through it's back pocket for a few seconds before pulling a tape out.

You nodded your head and turned the shower on. Changing the setting to a hot steamy shower, that you very much so needed.

"Barry White? Interesting choice..." You hummed as you hopped into the shower. turned the volume up slightly.

You tuned out the sound of the water hitting your skin and started to move along with the beat of the music. You poured a generous amount of shampoo in your hand and scrubbed your scalp as you sang along with the music.

"The perks of having a musically inclined stand." You hummed in satisfaction as you rinsed your hair. You stopped rinsing your hair when you heard a knock at the door. You poked your head out of the shower and looked at the door for a second before moving to the other side to grab a towel from the towel rack.

You wrapped the towel around you and cracked the door open. Your stand was standing in front of the door out of sight as he turned the music down. "What's up?" You poked your head out to see Mista holding clothes.

"Trish told me to let you use these after your shower- Is that music I hear?" You coughed loudly trying to signal to your stand to cut the music. He just turned the music up louder.

"Nope! You must be hearing things! Tell Trish I said 'thank you'!" You took the clothes from his hands and immediately closed the door before he could get another word in. You glared at your stand as he dance in place. He traced the outline of a heart with his fingers as the music cranked up louder.

"I knew there was a reason you played Barry White..." You sighed as put the folded clothes on the sink, "Time to finish my shower!' You clapped your hands together as you tossed your towel to the side.

You finished fairly quickly and looked at the clothes Trish was going to loan you. It was another pink shirt with math symbols printed on it, and black yoga pants. You were stuck with the same underwear from earlier. Not your idea of hygiene but you gotta work with what you got.

You wrung your hair out and put the clothes on. They fit decently well and you looked a lot better than earlier. You opened the door to the bathroom and let the steam pour out and fresh cold air pour in. You took a deep breath of the air and went back to the room you were asleep in to grab your bag.

You opened your door and noticed your bag was on its side and unzipped. "The hell?" You picked the bag up and looked through it to see more snacks missing. You already had a idea on who went through it. "NARANCIA!!!" You slammed the door open and marched down the hall with your bag in hand.

You looked around the main room to see Narancia looking visibly confused at the dinner table with Fugo pointing at a paper in front of him. "Did you eat more of my snacks?" You growled as you pointed to your bag. He quickly shook his head and pointed to the couch.

You looked at Mista who was trying to hide the trash that littered the coffee table. "Mista..." Your eye twitched slightly, "You better hope you have a time machine and money to replace my snacks... or I will take away your kneecap privileges..." You smiled at the paling man on the couch.

He faked the sound of a phone call with his mouth and looked at his phone. "That was my alarm, gotta bounce!" He got off the couch and ran up stairs. You groaned and walked over to the coffee table. You picked up the bags of empty food trying to salvage the unsalvageable.

"Great... I was supposed to make this last for years..." You looked through more of the trash and sighed as you ran your hand through your damp hair. You shook your head and picked up the trash before throwing it away in the kitchen. You returned to your bag and dug through it before pulling out your phone.

You powered it on to see it was still dying and maybe would be dead in five minutes or less. You pulled up your gallery and scrolled through the photos you have of your friends and family as the battery slowly drained.