You all arrived at an airport where you knocked out two security guards and used hypnosis on them to make them not remember what happened after they woke up. 

Bucciarait: Narancia, anyone nearby? 

Narancia: Nope! No suspicious breathing within 100 meters of us! All there are are rabbits. 

(Y/N): Nice! 

Mista: Okay, how are we going to take a plane if we don't have a pilot? We're forgetting the most important thing here. 

(Y/N): Calm down Mista! We got Abbachio here. He can obviously use Moody Blues to become the pilot who operated this. 

Abbachio: That's exactly the point of it all anyway. 

Abbachio had Moody Blues become a pilot to start the plane. 

Giorno: There's not a trace of life energy from this plane. That means there are no living beings on board. 

(Y/N): Oh good. None of the Boss' bodyguards are going to be chasing us in this thing! I don't even know a Stand User who has a Stand that can let them fly! 

Bucciarati: Then we're off to Sardegna! 

(Y/N): You hear that Trish? We're going to be safe! 

Trish: That's a relief. But ... (Y/N), don't you find it weird that Bucciarati doesn't seem to be bleeding whenever he sustains injuries? 

(Y/N): Yeah. Ever since we escaped from your bastard father, it seems that Bruno's condition ... seems ... off. 

Narancia: AGH! 

(Y/N): What's wrong Narancia? 

Narancia: Someone's coming! 

A man was approaching the plane! 

Mista; HEY ASSHOLE! STOP RIGHT THERE! I'm not letting anyone lay a finger on this plane! You could be a saint for all I care, but I'll still blow you to pieces! And I'm pretty sure no saint would show his face around here. If you know what's good for you, you'll show your back to the plane, and get the fuck off this runway! 

But he kept coming. 

And he tried to get his Stand out! 

(Y/N): Take him down Mista! 

Mista pumped the guy full of lead! 

And he was dead! 

(Y/N): Hmm ... Narancia, is anyone else nearby? 

Narancia: Nope! He's the only one. 

(Y/N): And he's definitely dead ... a bit too easy if you ask me. Seriously, this is the best he can do. Send this guy? Giorno? 

Giorno went over to him. 

Giorno: Yes, he's dead. His breathing and pulse are gone. And no life energy either. 

(Y/N): Okay! Let's go! We got to get to Sardenga! 

Soon... 

Everyone got seated in as the plane took off. 

(Y/N): Whew! We can finally take it easy. 

You laid back in your seat, feeling the comfiness. 

(Y/N): Man, at least we have no crazy evil flies trying to rip our tongues out, or freaky babies that can trap us in our dreams. 

Bucciarati: (Y/N), I get the feeling the other times you've been on a plane were not pleasant. 

(Y/N): You do not want to know what I've seen before Bruno. It was freaky! 

Trish: Do you think my father knows we're searching for his past? 

(Y/N): Yeah, I bet. He knows we're not just running around like blind bugs. Eve if we get to Sardegna, we won't' have enough time to waste. Everything counts. We have to learn about anything about this bastard before we take him down! I bet he wasn't even a gangster who needed to hide his identity yet when he met your Mom. He must have started Passione later, there he left his identity, and his fae from 14 years ago. Somewhere on that island, we'll find it. 

You then took a deep breath. 

(Y/N): Trish, do you know anything? Like any leads or other details that your Mom mentioned before? 

Trish: Well, there is a coast that's as green as an emerald. It's known as Cala Di Volpe. Mom said she was on vacation at a resort there when she met my Father. She also said that he grew up on Sardegna. But he disappeared after that vacation at the Costa Smeralda and she never was able to find anything bout him. Not even his name. I don't know where to start. All I have are those stories. 

(Y/N): We'll figure it out there. All we have to do is find Cala Di Volpe, and make sure the Boss doesn't get to you. You're his only relative left. That's why he wants you dead. 

Then Giorno heard a noise coming from the fridge nearby. 

Giorno: Mista! 

Mista: What's up Giorno? 

Giorno: Didn't you hear that? 

Mista: You mean the humming noise of the jet engine? 

Giorno: Get your gun out now! I think there's something in the fridge there! 

Mista: Whoa! You checked that yourself! You said there wasn't even a cockroach! 

Giorno: Yes, but- 

Mista: But what? Are you sure you're not getting paranoid? I mean we're 12,00 meters in the air! 

Giorno: I don't like what I heard. Be careful. 

He opened it only to find packs of ice cubes. 

Giorno: Nevermind. I guess I was just hearing th- 

Mista: G-Giorno ... are those old chicken bones? This isn't some sort of sick prank is it? 

Except those weren't chicken bones! THEY WERE FINGERS! 

Giorno: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! 

Giorno: HOW DID THOSE GET IN HERE?! WE CHOSE THIS PLANE OURSELVES! 

Mista: Giorno, are they the fingers of that fatso I shot on the runway?! 

(Y/N): What's going on over there guys? 

Giorno: WE NEED TO GUARD TRISH NOW! Narancia! Use Aerosmith to patrol around the plane! Make sure nothing is following us! 

(Y/N): Wait, what are you- HOLY SHIT! 

You fell down upon seeing the fingers. 

(Y/N): WHAT THE FUCK?! How did those get here?! Are those the fingers of that guy? He should be dead! Mista pumped his body full of lead! No human being could survive that, not even a Stand User! 

Mista checked everywhere. 

Mista: I don't see anything else here, and I doubt the last passengers were saving these to snack on later! 

(Y/N): Unless they were cannibals, let's leave that out of the question. Giorno, no life energy anywhere? 

Giorno: I'm sure of it. I checked every nook and cranny. 

He then used Gold Experience to create vines to check them. 

Giorno: No life energy. If they were alive or if they were a Stand, Gold Experience wouldn't be able to take root in them. 

Bucciarati: In that case. STICKY FINGERS! 

Bucciarati created a zipper hole and the fridge fell through. 

(Y/N): Well, there goes the fridge. 

Bucciarati: It's not worth worrying about. I'll head back to the cockpit with Abbachio to make sure that everything is okay. 

As Giorno looked on, he noticed some writings on the walls. 

Giorno: "I wanna eat pizza margherita?" I could go for some myself. It would be nice to be back in Naples and have some nice magherita pizza and some- 

Then more words came about, "Die you idiot" and "I gotta trim my nose hairs." 

Giorno: What is this? Why is there a lot of graffiti here? 

Then he saw, "Sardegna is where we wanna go." 

Next he opened up a tray table and saw- 

And then- 

Giorno: WHAT THE HELL?! 

Suddenly his right arm started to act up, and flesh began to mutate! 

(Y/N): GIORNO! 

You cut off his arm as it went against the wall! 

(Y/N): WHAT WAS THAT?! A Stand? 

Giorno: I didn't see anything like this. But how? He's dead. 

(Y/N): Wait ... now it makes sense! HE MEANT TO DIE! THE STAND ACTIVATED ONCE MISTA KILLED HIM! 

You moved and suddenly the fleshy thing went for you! 

(Y/N): WHOA! And it moves on sound?! 

Giorno: (Y/N)! 

Giorno had his other arm catch it and then- 

(Y/N): GIORNO?! WHAT ARE YOU- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 

Giorno let his other arm get severed as the fleshy thing was knocked out of the plane! 

(Y/N): GIORNO! 

You grabbed the armless Giorno. 

(Y/N): DAMN IT! I UNDERESTIMATED THAT BASTARD! Now he can't even- Wait! Of course! I can repair his arms! Mista! Narancia! Get Giorno to safety! 

They did so. 

(Y/N): Trish, stay close to me. We just need to be careful and- 

Trish: (Y/N) ... uh ... (Y/N). 

(Y/N): What is it Tri- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! 

Something burst through the window! 

Notorious BIG