"The gang tries to kill Giorno"

Despite the strange introduction to the group, the first few days of his new job as a janitor of the crappy restaurant/bar Polpo's Pub had gone by without much incident. Abbachio pretended that he didn't exist, Narancia quickly developed a superiority complex, Fugo almost, almost stabbed him, and Mista had acted normal so far, but he was the one by far that Giorno suspected the most of having an ulterior motive and would attempt to screw him over.

"GioGio, you can't be on break. You gotta set the rat traps in the attic," Narancia cried holding a bucket full of half broken rat traps.

"There's an attic in this place?"

"Where do you think I go at 1 every day?"

"Lunch, home, outside, shopping, really anywhere else."

"No. There is only one thing holding this restaurant together, and that's the timely resetting of the rat traps. If you ever forget, this whole place could be eaten entirely by rats within the hour."

Giorno looked over at Fugo. "Is he serious?"

"100%. Those rats could destroy everything we've ever worked for, and every second you spend down here complaining brings me closer to beating the shit out of you."

Giorno sighed. "Alright, how do I get to the attic?"

"You see that vent over there?"

"The one small one in the corner?"

"Yeah."

"Then yes."

"You have to crawl through it. I've made a map of where to go from there."

"There isn't like a door or something easier to get to it?"

"This's the only way that I've ever found." Narancia stared intensely at him, and as much as Giorno felt like walking out and never coming back, he decided to never show a sign of weakness early on. Any challange had to be met with full, unwavering certainty or these people would never teach him anything or reveal whatever secret they had done such a poor job of keeping so far. Clearly these meetings Bucciarati was taking and the shit they were talking about in the car wasn't just some restaurant business. Turning off his brain, he grabbed the map and traps, walked over to the vent, pulled off the covering, and stuffed himself inside.

"Did he actually go into the vent?" Fugo put down his sandwich and stared at the corner the newbie disappeared into.

"Wait, he did it?" Mista came running in from the kitchen, huffing.

"Yeah, he took my map and traps and jumped into it."

"What was on that map anyway?"

"It's a real map of the vents, but it doesn't lead to the attic. It leads to my- Oh shit. I need to stop him."

"Wait, Narancia. I don't think he'll be able to figure that out. He'll be trapped in the vents like we planned earlier, lost and helpless."

"Are you sure? I have some pretty important stuff in there."

"He's not going to be able to find the damn room, Narancia!" Fugo yelled.

"Wait, how do you know about my room?"

"You talk about it all the time, idiot. Mista, get Abbacchio. He's the one who started this whole thing anyway."

Giorno had only been in the vents for a few minutes but had already determined that he was completely lost. He pushed the rat traps slowly forward, followed by dragging his own body through the metal grossness, making a harsh scratching noise that reminded him of getting stuck on those metal slides as a kid. Everyone always laughed at him. Laughed at his pain, but one day he knew he would get them back. He had a dream. Yes. That's all he needed. He looked back down at the paper, glaring intensely for several seconds before the corners of his mouth started to pull into a smile and a laugh crept out.

"I'm so stupid," he mumbled to himself between his laughs. "Gold Experience!" The golden stand appeared next to him and struck the piece of paper, turning it into a ladybug. "Take me to the room you came from." He smiled as he watched the bug fly off in with intensity and purpose. "I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream!" He took off with a new found confidence, banging against the sides of the vent with every arm movement, but he knew this was his time.

"Did you guys hear something?" Narancia wondered closer to the wall, turning his head so his ear was almost right up against it.

"Like what?" Fugo called.

"I think I heard GioGio say something."

Everyone shook their heads and went back to preparing, but Narancia was afraid. He's close I'm sure, he thought. I know how echoes would sound anywhere in those vents, and if he turns right and goes crawls for another few seconds, he'll find my room.

"Alright let's do this."

"Narancia, we're ready for you." Fugo looked around. "Narancia? Where are you?" Mista and Fugo started to search around the restaurant, calling out his name.

"He went into the vents." Both of them turned around to see Moody Blues as Narancia frantically diving head first into the vent at top speed, making a shit ton of noise that they somehow drowned out when it actually happened to them. "Should we gas both of them?"

For a second Mista looked down thoughtfully, then slowly started nodding his head. "Yeah, Narancia can handle it without much fight. He told me that he knew he was going to be okay living on the streets because he used to eat garbage for fun as a kid. I've been adding car oil and shit to random bits of his food for the past few months to see if he'd notice and so far nothing."

"He deserves it," Fugo agreed, grabbing the container of gas and the hose. "Here goes nothing." He put the hose in the vent and started the gas. They all three stood there smiling for a second, chuckling, but then they started to feel a little woozy. Falling forward, Mista put his hand on the table to catch himself and the entire weight of his body came along. His knees buckled, but he managed to stay upright, still smiling at Fugo and Abbacchio.

"Why did we put gas in the vents?" Mista asked.

"What do you mean? We're trying to torture GioGio," Fugo said.

"Yeah, but the vents also give us air, so we're gassed now too, right?" Fugo sat in silence for a second before collapsing to the tile floor and proceeding to slowly bang his head against it. "You've got some magical IQ, and you didn't think about circulation."

"I just got distracted. We'd planned to gas just GioGio in the sealed room filled with bed bugs, but since Narancia got in there, I think I got a little too angry. I thought the plan was ruined and wasn't thinking, so-"

"Dude, I don't care. Just apologize."

"I'm," Fugo's strained breathing began to take over, "sorry."

"Apology not accepted dipshit," Abbacchio barely got out. "I didn't sign up for this. I'm gonna kick your ass after I wake up. You and fucking GioGio." With that Abbacchio fell face first onto the ground without letting a single grunt escape him. Mista watched Abbacchio's seemingly painless and immediate demise wondering what the hell was wrong with all of his friends. Well, he thought, I don't think I can ever make any new ones, and then passed out. Fugo lied awake for a few more seconds wondering why he gassed the entire restaurant, why he didn't follow the plan, and most importantly, why neither of his friends stopped him. Their dumbness is wearing off on me, he thought.

As Giorno followed the ladybug through the maze of vents for less than a minute before seeing it fly through a little opening in the sides. He was here. Lifting the vent cover slowly up, he tried to peer into the rat infested room he was supposed to be taking care of, seeing the unfinished walls and some strange shape in the corner before falling from the opening on the side of the wall to the ground.

"Ow..." The bucket of rat traps had landed on top of him and flew out all over the room, including but not limited to his hair, his arms, and scarily close to his crotch and started snapping shut. His beautiful donut hair now had a rat trap clipped on the side, his clothes had also accumulated some, and... He panicked and felt around his pants. Good, he was okay. He spread himself out like a starfish, panting, letting himself take one moment before getting back to his Narancia work, but his peace was interrupted by sounds of metallic clashing and popping coming from above. Lifting his head, he glanced around the room and didn't see anybody, but he did see a board. He propped himself up to get a better view. He couldn't make the whole thing out, but it was filled with strange symbols, pictures of Bruno and everyone, and red yarn connecting the whole thing. Odd, but what really struck Giorno was the a giant section marked 'Nightcrawlers' and the strange pictures of Narancia crawling around while completely zipped inside a sleeping bag. He kind of looked like one of those over exaggerated cartoon caterpillars. Giorno wanted to see more. He needed to see more, but as he tried to stand up, Narancia came crashing through the ceiling landing directly on top of him.

"Fuck. Narancia, what the hell?"

"I knew you would find it. Those bastards tried to convince me that you were just going to be lost the whole time, but I knew it." Narancia held Giorno down by the throat, practically foaming at the mouth. "I don't know if I can allow you to leave this room."

"What're talking about? I'm sorry all the rats aren't dead yet, but I just got here."

"Don't play dumb. I know you saw it."

"You sent me in here to kill the rats, so let me do my job. I thought you didn't want to do this work, so get-"

"Nightcrawlers!" Giorno stopped and made full eye contact with Narancia. They looked at each other for what would be considered years in terms of staring, Giorno giving his best determined, unwavering glare while Narancia examined every facial movement.

"I can't take it!" Giorno screamed, using his stand to force Narancia off. "What is it?!" He made a dash towards the board.

"I knew it." Narancia tackled Giorno back to the ground, struggling to hold his wiggling body. They frantically flopped on the floor, fighting with every bit of strength they had when Giorno started to go limp. "I've got you." Narancia flipped him over and drew his fist back, but suddenly he couldn't hold himself up either. "I-I'll... g-get you... GioGio..." With that, Narancia passed out face first on top of Giorno.

"Guys, I'm back." Bucciarati strolled in through the door of his lovely little restaurant, smiling as he heard the little bell chime throughout the place letting his friends know he was back except none of his friends came to greet him. His face fell, and calling out his stand, he went deeper into the restaurant, minding every step he took. He'd been around the whole kitchen before coming to the furthest and dirtiest corner of the place, seeing the now empty container of gas with its hose leading into the vents, and Mista, Fugo, and Abbacchio all passed out around it. This wasn't the work of an enemy stand. This was the reason why Bruno had taken them all in.

A few hours later, in that dingy corner, Mista, Fugo, Abbacchio, Narancia, and Giorno all were sprawled out on the floor, turned on their sides. Bucciarati sat the table near them, reading a book, sipping tea, and generally ignoring the pile of bodies next to him.

"Mmm..." Bucciarati glanced over to see Giorno pushing himself up and grunting.

"GioGio, I'm glad to see that you're awake."

"What happened?" Giorno was sitting all the way up, rubbing his eyes now and discovering the bodies that lie around him.

"I was hoping you could tell me that." Giorno sat in thought for a second and opening his mouth to say something, but the sound of grunting coming from around him stopped him.

"GioGio!" Narancia screamed, lunging towards his throat, getting only inches away when he stopped himself in mid air. "Wait. Why am I mad at you?"

"Shut up." This time it was Mista waking up, but Fugo and Abbacchio followed seconds after with similar mutterings of their own.

"Great. Now that we're all awake, can one of you explain to me why I came back to find an empty container of gas and everyone passed out?" Everyone turned towards Bucciarati with wide blurry eyes and thought deeply for a second.

"We were planning to get the new kid locked in a room and gas him, but I don't remember ever doing it," Abbacchio said.

"I don't remember either, but I feel like Fugo did something stupid..." Mista said.

"Why would I be the one to mess the plan up. I'm the smartest out of all of you."

"In terms of book smarts, yes, but I've always thought that my intellect in the streets was unmatched."

"You know that's a lie. And I'm the one who taught you what the word intellect means."

"Another example of a word that people of the streets don't need to know, proving-"

"Yeah, nobody cares." Bruno took control again. "Giorno, Narancia, do you remember why you were in the vents?"

"Vaguely... I think they told me they needed to kill rats in the attic, and the only way I could get there was through the vents. Then I went inside and was crawling around for a while, but I don't think I ever found the room."

"Yes!" Everyone looked at Narancia for a second. "I was afraid that you were going to find my secret room. If you did, I'm not sure what I would've done to you. Maybe killed you." Everyone started laughing except Bruno, but they didn't seem to notice. They all got up and started chatting away like usual, and Bruno wanted to stop them, but he saw that this time Giorno was being included, like a real friend. He finally did it. He finally got Giorno excepted into the gang, and it only took one murder attempt.