It's been a few days since the glitter bomb incident and you regretted using micro glitter, its like that shit never comes out. No matter how many times you washed Abbacchio's sheets there's always that one spec of glitter stuck on it.

You were basically grounded while everyone got to go on a big grand mission while you were stuck on the couch throwing a ball to yourself.

You could hear the slight rumble of the washer running in the garage as you continued to throw the ball in the air and catch it.

"This is getting boring..." You looked around for a clock as you kept tossing the ball up in the air. It was just slightly past noon. You groaned as you missed the ball and it hit the floor, rolling away.

~Flashback~

You groaned as you watched everyone grab their stuff and the head out the door. "Cheer up, (Y/n), we can watch a movie or something together when we get back." Mista wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he gave you a half hug. "Yeah, but I want to help! I can't be cramped up in this house forever! I need stuff to do!" You whined as Bucciarati slipped his shoes on and looked at you, "Then clean, besides you do have a job!" He motioned to the med kit on the coffee table, "You get to patch up Mista after he shoots himself." Mista rolled his eyes at the comment, "I don't shoot myself every time!" Abbacchio snorted as he shoved past you and Mista. Mista just continued to whine until Narancia and Fugo dragged him out the door, leaving you in the small hall in front of the front door and shoe rack. "Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?!" You groaned as you dragged yourself into the Livingroom and plopped down on the couch.

~End of Flashback~

You sighed as you rolled of the couch and hit the floor. "Fuck- ow!" You laid there and stared at the ball under the coffee table as you idly reached your arm out to try and reach it. "It's going to be a long day..." You sighed and closed your eyes as you felt the cold wooden floor absorbed your warmth.

"Maybe I can listen to music or something..." You muttered as you finally wrapped your fingers around the (f/c) rubber ball. "gotcha bitch!" You giggled as you sat up and tossed it into the air. You watched as it fell towards you as you put your hand out to catch it. It plopped into your hand with a satisfying smack sound.

You continued to bounce it on the floor and toss it into the air as you hummed a random tune. Playing catch with yourself quickly got boring as you ended up going back on the couch and laid there.

You perked up at the noise but brushed it off as some rodent roaming the house as you continued to roll the ball on the armrest of the couch. You were hoping the team would be back soon since they left so early in the morning and Mista said he would watch a movie with you.

You sighed and looked behind you and craned your neck slightly to look down the hall where the front door was. "I swear if I see a rat..." You sighed and moved off the couch silently as you poked your head in the hall and looked at the front door. You scanned the shoe rack for any signs of a rat as you listened for the little sucker scurrying around the area.

You were obviously confused now, because that obviously came from the door as you slowly walked towards it. You crouched down next to the door and listened for any clues on what was on the other side of it.

A sudden high pitched whine came from the other side that was obviously from an animal. You quickly unlocked the door and inhaled sharply as you took in the sight in front of you.

A chihuahua with short black curly fur stood in front of you with a orange head band hanging around it's neck. Behind it sat a rough collie with a strawberry blonde fur and a white chest that held a loosely tied strawberry tie around it's neck. You snorted and scooped the chihuahua up in your arms as you looked into it's violet eyes.

"Why hello there~!" You cooed at the small dog as it tilted it's head to the side in confusion, "aren't you the cutest thing ever!" You peppered its face with kisses as the rough collie behind it growled.

A few more dogs dragged themselves up to the door as you stared down at them in confusion. A golden retriever was holding a blue ladybug pin in its moth as it dropped the pin on the ground in front of you. A pink little Pomeranian pushed past you and into the house as you put the chihuahua on the ground next to the pin.

"When I said I was going to be bored I didn't mean surprise adopt, a bunch of dogs..." You muttered as you picked up the ladybug broach. You wiped the slobber off the broach as you clipped it to your shirt. "I'm sure Giorno wouldn't mind if I borrowed this..." You snickered as a dog booped your check with its nose.

You looked next to you at a pure chocolate beagle next to you that had Mista's hat lazily sitting on it's head. "That's fucking adorable!" You adjusted the hat on its head as you scratched behind it's ear. It's foot started to hit the ground as it leaned it's head into your palm.

A loud bark broke up the moment as you looked at a growling German shepherd. It had white fur with the slightest hint of purple as a belt with the letter A was gripped in it's jaws. You cooed at the dog while it huffed and brushed past you into the house.

"Awwww, don't be like that!" You looked back at the dog as it rounded the corner and went into the Livingroom. You looked back at the beagle, golden retriever, and rough collie as a new dog brushed between the three. You looked at the dog for a second before identifying it as a Australian shepherd. It had white fur with black spots shaped like spoons on it's long coat but, the most mesmerizing part of the dog was it's deep blue eyes, they looked human-like almost.

"I already know what to name you..." You reached out and opened and closed your hands a few times to try and coax the dog towards you. It stepped forward as you started to pet it's long coat. Like the golden retriever it dropped something out of its mouth; a single golden hairpin.

You picked up the hairpin and looked at it for a few second before shoving it into your pocket. "I'll give that back the Bucciarati when he gets back." You stood up and went into the house as the dogs followed behind you. You closed the door as you went back into the living room to look at all of the dogs.

They were strangely obedient for being in a new environment. The German shepherd was sitting in the recliner with it's head resting on it's paws. The Pomeranian was curled up on the couch with the chihuahua as you took a seat next to them. "Abbacchio is going to kill me for letting a dog sit on his recliner.... oh well." You shrugged as the dog let out a long sigh.

"Alright! Naming time!" You clapped your hands together as you pointed at the German shepherd, "Moody! Because you're grumpy looking." The dog sat up slightly and let out a short growl in your direction before laying back down.

You pointed at the golden retriever as it took a seat next to your feat, "Goldie! Because you're golden looking like the sun!" The dog looked up at you as you stared into it's green irises. It licked your hand once before looking away, like it was embarrassed...

After that brief moment of having no clue what happened you pointed at the pink Pomeranian next to you, "Bubblegum! Because you look like Princess Bubblegum, and I respect that." It sat up and crawled over into your lap as you petted it's pink curly fur. You smiled as it relaxed and allowed you to mess with it's tail.

You looked up at the chihuahua as he stared at you with it's head tilted to the side slightly, "I name you... Orange... because you remind me of Narancia..." It's tail slapped the couch as it barked a few times.

You looked at the rough collie as it nosed punched the chihuahua. You made eye contact with it's violet eyes as you tried to pet it. It allowed you to pet it's head a few times before moving away, "You shall be... Strawberry." you motioned to the strawberry tie around it's neck as to empathize your point.

The Australian shepherd jumped up on the couch and scratched at you and whined as it tried to grab your attention. You looked at the dog and booped it's nose as it sneezed. You giggled as it shook it's head quickly and dug in the couch by your back pocket; where the golden hairpin was. "Hey! Don't dig!" You swatted at it's paws to try and stop it from tearing up the leather couch.

"I'm going to call you Spots, because of your spotted coat." It stopped digging and looked at the ground before hopping off the couch and going up stairs. You huffed and felt something rest or your knee as you looked down.

You looked at the beagle as it's big black eyes stared back up at you, "You're name shall be... Four! Just to spite Mista." You watched as the dog started to whine and scratch at your knee.

"Hey~! Ow!" It kept whining and nipping at your ankle, "Fine, fine, fine! You're name is Beanie! Because you're wearing Mista's beanie!" It stopped biting your ankle and looked up at you while it wagged it's tail happily.

You moved Bubblegum off your lap as you patted your lap so Beanie could take her place. He happily complied and jumped up in your lap as you scratched his back. It continued to wag it's tail happily as you continued to scratch his back.

Strawberry jumped up on the couch and laid down, nearly suffocating Orange as he poked his head out from under the large dog as it hopped off the couch.

"You're all strangely calm for being in a new environment..." Moody lifted his head back up and huffed as you poked your tongue out at the dog. "I think someone needs a hug~!" You moved Beanie off your lap as you moved over to the recliner and laid your head on top of the armrest.

Moody growled and showed his teeth as you smiled stupidly at the dog. You looked into his yellow-violet irises and crossed your arms under you head as you sat on the floor. "You have pretty eyes..." Moody immediately stopped growling and cocked his head to the side.

"What? Has no one ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" The dog just huffed and laid back down, still eyeing you as you stared back at him. "They remind me of Abbacchio's eyes, he always had pretty eyes." All of the dogs were looking at you curiously as you continued your little rant,

"For the first few weeks I honestly thought they were contacts, then I realized they weren't." You lightly laughed at the memory as Moody stared at you. You couldn't put your finger on what was off about the dog but just ended up brushing it off.

"Maybe we could've been friends..." You sighed and reached out to touch the dog, surprisingly it let you pet it. You ran your hands through it's fur as you continued, "Maybe if he wasn't so... moody! We could've had jam sessions together or something with our cassette tapes." You waved your free hand in the air to emphasize your point.

You popped the recliner's foot rest out and moved the dog over as you sat in the recliner with the German shepherd resting in your lap. "But you're a sweetheart compared to him~!" You cooed as the dog huffed and looked away.

After a couple of minutes of stroking Moody's back, Goldie came over and clawed at your arm. You looked at the dog and scratched behind it's ear as Moody growled. "Hey! Don't be a Chad!" You scolded the dog as Goldie's tail wagged. Moody just huffed and ripped the ladybug broach off your shirt and dropped it on the floor.

"Hey~!" You whined as you tried to reach the pin on the floor without getting up. You gave up after your third attempt and left it on the floor as Goldie wandered out of the room and up stairs.

After a few minutes Goldie came back downstairs with Spots behind him with something in his mouth. Spots approached the recliner and dropped a picture frame on top of Moody.

It was a picture of the whole team, excluding you. Spots slapped it's paw on top of Bucciarati's face a few times as you looked at the dog confused. "Yeah? That's Bucciarati, what of him?" The dog huffed and slammed it's paw on top of his face again. "I get it, the man is hot, you don't have to keep hitting his face."

The dog stopped hitting his face and looked at you for a second before slapping the picture again. The picture frame slid off Moody and fell off the recliner. Before it could hit the ground you lunged for the frame and caught it before it hit the ground, "Woah there! I don't want to clean up glass and explain to Bucciarati why the picture of the team is broken."

You hopped off the recliner and walked over to the dinning room table and sat the picture down. Spots sat down next to you and scratched at your leg while letting out a high pitched whine. "What is it boy?" You crouched down and looked at the dog while it continued to whine. "Do you want to go outside?" It scratched at the glass door to confirm your suspicion.

You slid the glass and screen door open as the dog walked outside and down the stairs. "Didn't I have a ball earlier?" You turned around and looked into the house as you scanned the room for the brightly colored (f/c) ball. You spotted it on the floor next to the couch and picked it up.

"Who want's to play fetch?!" None of the dogs picked up their heads except Orange. His tail wagged as he trotted up to you. "I'm not expert on having pets but... I thought dogs like playing games?" Beanie hopped off the couch and sat next to Orange as he stared up at the ball in your hand.

You waved it in the air before throwing it out of the house and into the backyard. They ran after the ball as you snorted. "Is this what having a pet is like?" You ran out the door and looked at the dogs while they fought over the rubber ball. Spots just stared at the two dogs as they wrestled on the ground- well it was more like Beanie was throwing Orange around like he was some ragdoll.

"!" Your stand stood behind you as he rested his head on top of yours. He lazily stared at the dogs as they wrestled outside before popping a tape out of his mouth. You looked up at him while he flipped a new tape in-between his fingers.

"What ya got for us today?" He popped the tape in his mouth and let it fast-forwarding to a song before stopping.

"Oh? Alright, , I see you!" You stand just bobbed his head. You giggled as your stand picked you up and tossed you over the railing to go join the fun. You rolled on the ground before Spots threw himself at you to stop you from rolling.

You laughed as you rubbed his back a few times before standing up. You kicked the rubber ball in the air and caught it and waved it at the three dogs, "Who wants the ball?" You watched as Beanie and Orange lunged at you in a attempt to get you to drop the ball.

You threw it across the yard and watched as they ran after the ball. Spots just moved to the side and let the other two play with you while he lazily laid on his side. "Come on, Spots~!" You tried to coax the dog into playing with you and the others.

He just rested his head on his paws as he stared at the others playing. You heard scratching and saw Goldie walking down the wooden steps to come into the yard. "Goldie~!" You squatted down with arms wide open for the dog to run into them.

He happily complied by sprinting at you and jumping into your arms as you fell backwards. "Stay Gold Goldie, stay gold." You faked your death as the dog licked your face. "Alright, I'm alive, I'm alive!" You wiped your face as Goldie wagged his tail.

Orange ran past you with the ball in his mouth as Beanie chased him and almost ran him over. Spots sat next to you as Goldie went to play with the others. You hummed along with the music as you petted the dog next to you.

"This is going to be even more fun when the team gets home." You smiled down at Spots as he let out a small whimper. You tilted your head to the side as you frowned slightly, "What's wrong boy? You hungry?"

The reality of not knowing if there's dog food in the house hit you like a bus as you suddenly stood up. "Shiiiiiiiiiiit...." You ran inside the house, leaving the sliding door open for the dogs to come back inside, and went into the kitchen.

You opened cabinets as you tried to find some form of dog food before giving up and closing all of the cabinets. You drummed your fingers on the counter as you tried to think of a solution before getting a idea.

You pulled your phone out and punched in a few numbers in before listening to the ring. After the fourth ring someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Formaggio~!" You chirped into the phone like a little girl about to ask for a stupid favor.

"(Y/n)? What's up?"

"I was wondering if you knew anything about feeding dogs... My team members sent a bunch of dogs to the house and I never owned a pet before so I have no clue what I'm doing... please help me~!" You whined on the last part.

You could hear Formaggio laughing on the other side with someone laughing in the background.

"Who's with you? Their laugh sounds like a broken paper shredder."

You could hear Formaggio wheeze before hearing the phone fall and hit the ground with a series of profanities. "That's just Illuso, and thanks for the laugh!"

You could hear a loud smack before someone stomping away from the room. 'Ow...'

"So... can ya help a fellow dumbass out?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just give the dogs meat and they should be fine by the time your team gets home."

"Thanks, Formaggio. Now some wise words from the Disco Queen,"

"Please don't..." You laughed a bit at his small plead.

"and just remember, no one will ever hate you more, than you already hate yourself...."

"Wha-"

"Bye~!"

You quickly hung up before he could say another word and sighed. You shoved your phone back in your pocket and opened the freezer to look for some frozen steaks. You pulled two packs out and left them in the sink after you ran warm water on them for a few seconds.

You hummed as you walked out of the kitchen and poked your head outside to see all of the dogs were outside playing tug of war with a stick. It was, Orange, Strawberry, Bubblegum, and Goldie vs Spots, Moody, and Beanie. Somehow your stand was a referee as he observed the stick going past his foot.

You huffed and shook your head in amusement as you heard the washing machine ding from the garage. You walked over to the staircase and opened the door at the bottom of it before walking down one step and flipping the light on.

The car in the garage was gone and the washer and dryer was on your right. Tools lined the walls in front of you as you turned to go throw the clothes in the dryer. You assumed they've interrogated people in here and opted to never ask if they really did. It was probably for the better.