You all were in the car as you noticed something was off. 

(Y/N): Hey Bruno, did you get infected by the wound? I think your hand is- 

You saw that the flesh was coming off. 

(Y/N): Oh shit. Giorno! His pulse! 

Giorno noticed and checked it. 

Giorno: His ... pulse ... it's not there. And his skin is cold. 

(Y/N): Does that mean that- 

Bucciarati: Do you two want to say something? 

(Y/N): Buciarati, are you- 

Bucciarati: Guess I'm running out of time. I'm slowly getting numb. No, perhaps I was numb from the start. 

Giorno: Has it been like this ever since you and (Y/N) rescued Trish from Diavolo at the Basilica on San Giorgio Maggiore? 

Bucciarati: I've accepted this as my fate. The Heavens just happened to smile on me a little bit. It seems that when my wounds were healed in Venice, the life energy gave me the ability to stay in my body just a bit longer. 

(Y/N): So, you're a walking zombie now? I can't believe this. You've been dead this whole time! 

Giorno: This can't be- 

Bucciarati: there's nothing you can do about something that had ended already. Just make sure you keep this a secret from the others. 

(Y/N): Right. But- Wait, what's that? 

Giorno: What? 

Bucciarati: What is it? 

(Y/N): I hear something ... coming this way. 

Indeed, the noise was getting louder and louder. But what could it be? 

A police officer infected by the mold came crashing in! 

(Y/N): DAMN IT! 

From up above, Cioccolata and Secco were pursuing via a helicopter! 

Bucciarati: HANG ONTO ME! 

Everyone held onto Bucciarati as he used Sticky Fingers to escape the car! 

(Y/N): Damn it! This bastard is getting his kicks out of hurting innocent people! That's why he has this Stand! If he can do this, that means he has no limit! He's a monster! 

You all watched in horror as so many people were getting killed in the vicinity! 

Bucciarati: No way! They're going to keep on spreading it to Rome as well?! The Gang has men in Rome! This is going to damage the Boss too! 

Giorno: He doesn't care! I didn't think they would do this! That is why they chased us by helicopter! There are 3.8 million people in Rome! It's nothing like the fishing hamlet we jut left! The mold will spread from corpse to corpse in the blink of an eye! 

(Y/N): Did Diavolo know this would happen?! No wonder. A devil usually keeps the most despicable close to him! 

Bucciarati: Mista! Shoot down that helicopter! Well, it doesn't matter if it can't! We need you to shoot it down! 

Mista: I'm on it! 

Mista fired his bullets at the helicopter, but Secco emerged and knocked them away! 

(Y/N): It's the other guy! 

He then dove into the ground! 

Cioccolata: Good. That lets Secco hit the water safely. Or ... hit the ground. And although I don't know who Bucciarati and his misfits came to Rome to meet Green Day's mold will kill that person in due time! 

Everyone started to sink again. 

(Y/N): He's coming at us from uphill! And we can't back away! 

Bucciarati: Mista, focus on the helicopter! We can't let him get away! 

Mista: It's no use Bucciarati, he's too far now, and he's out of my bullet's range! I can't penetrate the propeller or the fuel tank from here! 

Giorno: We don't know unless we try! 

(Y/N): I SEE WHAT YOU'RE GETTING AT GIORNO! 

You and Giorno pumped life energy into Mista's bullets and a giant tree branch stopped the copter! 

(Y/N): We got him now! 

Cioccolata: WHAT THE HELL?! 

(Y/N): Bruno, can you take care of the other guy? 

Bucciarati: Go ahead. 

The three of you headed on as Secco appeared from the ground. 

Secco: You'll be the first ... to day ... Bucciarati. What you did to me back there ... it was ... a cheap shot! But those won't work on me again! I'll make you pay you nosy ... no ... wait ... naughty ... NO! Not that ... you duty little no! You- 

Bucciarati: You mean dirty little cheat? 

Secco: I KNEW THAT! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! My teacher or something? Oh, wait! I have to et this on video! 

He got out his recorder. 

Bucciarati: STICKY FINGERS! 

But as Bucciarati called out his Stand, Secco kicked him in the face! 

Bucciarati: Such speed! 

Secco: Let's do this Puttana! 

Both of them were attacking each other like crazy with Secco making the ground elastic and using the rebound to amplify his power! 

Secco: GOT YOU! 

But Bucciarati opened up a big zipper hole, separating the two. 

Bucciarati: The mold doesn't grow on you, even though you fell. 

Secco: Well what's up with your body? Cioccolata's Green Day can kill anything as long as it's living! I just don't get it. I'll just make it so that you don't live anymore! My Oasis is just as powerful! 

On the rooftops... 

Cioccolata spied on you, Giorno, and Mista coming his way. 

Cioccolata: It doesn't matter what they do! Green Day will rot those vines away! I'll drop the helicopter as well! 

But the copter wasn't moving. 

Cioccolata: COME ON YOU STUPID THING! MOVE! 

Mista: GOT YOU MOTHER FUCKER! 

Mista fired his bullets as all of Sex Pistols went for the cockpit, but Cioccolata was gone. 

No. 1: Huh? Hey Mista, no one is there! 

No. 2: Where did he go? I don't get it! He couldn't have- 

No. 1: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! 

No. 2 and No. 3 were cut up! 

No. 5: MISTA! 

(Y/N): NO MISTA! 

Mista was getting damaged! 

No. 6 and No. 7 were getting cut up too! 

Giorno: Mista! Call back your Pistols now! 

Mista: I can't! He got them! Right after he attacked they were captured! 

(Y/N): Damn it! Giorno we have to get up there! 

Giorno: It's a shame to admit, but you're right. We can't help Mista if he doesn't call back his Stand! 

You both go for the tree and climb up. 

(Y/N): It doesn't make any sense. Why didn't the pistols find him? He shouldn't have been able to leave the helicopter! 

Giorno checked around. 

Giorno: Nothing. I don't sense anything in there. 

You both looked inside and noticed an explosion nearby! 

(Y/N): WHAT THE HELL?! 

Giorno: There are casualties going on near the colosseum! 

(Y/N): DAMN IT! More people will die if we don't stop him! 

???: DIE YOU- 

(Y/N) and Giorno: ORA!/MUDA!! 

You both punched at Cioccolata who was just a torso! 

(Y/N): He's ... a torso?! 

Cioccolata: I have never felt more pleased to have conducted all those human experiments in my childhood! Because I was able to observe and learn exactly where you can amputate body parts from people without killing them. Of course, I also know which blood vessels you need to close off to prevent bleeding. And, if I send Green Day's mold into the cuts, I can move freely even while I'm in pieces and hide in tight spaces too! 

(Y/N): HA! Sorry loser, you lose! 

Cioccolata: What th- 

No. 5 appeared and kicked a bullet right through both you and Giorno's hands turned it into a tree branch to prevent falling! 

(Y/N): EAT THIS! 

Cioccolata: WHAT?! 

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(Y/N) and Giorno: MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!!! MUUUUUUUUUDAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! 

You both beat the living shit out of Cioccolata and knocked him into a garbage disposal truck! 

(Y/N): Piece of shit! Rot in hell! 

Giorno: Now, where's Bucciarati and the Underground Man?