I have arrived once again, back to this horrid creation. Now, I'm pretty sure this is gonna be the epic plane chapter, so get ready for some random stand user attacks. So I'd like to say that I will tell you all if I stop writing this story, I won't just leave you hanging, so if I'm late making a chapter, don't worry. Unless I die. So enjoy this chapter I guess. Ooflord21000 out.

Circus baby's Pizza World

Ennard's P.O.V

"Jeez Scott, you sure took your sweet time! What was the hold up?" I asked Scott as he walked through the door. "I missed a turn and ended up in Texas." he said, leaving me very confused. "Scott, we live in Utah. What turn did you take that led you to Texas?" asked William, his disappointment very obvious.

"Anyway, I believe I have a plane to drive." He said, walking past us towards the garage. "Well, everyone grab your stuff, can't have the cops raiding home while nobody's there." said William, who was already grabbing his bags. I headed off to my and Michael's room to grab my stuff. Said stuff consisted of a rubber ducky, my big foot movie collection, and every season of JobJob's Retarded Business Venture. I then threw it all into Michael's suitcase, which was full of clothing and forks. So. Many. Forks. Hundreds of forks of all sizes. Why.

I then walked over into the garage, which was mostly underground. Within it was the private jet, also known as the 'Moby Huge'. Named after the legendary, three foot tall-. "I'm ready!" yelled Elizabeth. Said clown proceeded to drag in several suitcases clearly filled with different vanity products. 'How does a robot put on make up' you might ask. Well, she doesn't, she just brings it around for the sake of flexing, even though we all know William buys everything for her.

Ignoring the resident daddy's girl, I boarded the Moby Huge. I sat down in one of the wheel seats, which was not a seat on top of a wheel, but an actual wheel. I then settled down, listening to 'The Only Thing They Fear is YOOUUUU' via built-in bluetooth. Just as I began to relax, I was interrupted by the perpetually joyful voice of Vanny coming over the speakers. "Hello everyone, this is your co-pilot speaking. First I'd like to thank you for choosing Meat Beater Airlines, you will find a link in the pamphlet you were given to our , feel free to donate to our cause." She stated. I'll give her credit for the name, but that's it.

"Now, I'd like you all to buckle your seatbelts... is what I would say if we had seatbelts, so I guess you should just hold on tight and make sure your baggage is secured. Now, please refrain from opening windows until we've reached the cruising altitude of five feet off the ground, for safety reasons. Aside from that, make sure to follow proper rules in the ballpit, and enjoy your flight. We should reach Italy within twenty hours if we only make one stop to refuel." she finished, ending the call with a really loud banging sound. I think I just saw the speaker controls fly out the window.

Whatever, I'm sure things will be fine. It's not like a Stand user is gonna follow us onto the plane, that's stupid. Nobody could possibly be that stupid. Neckbeards aren't that stupid. Trump isn't that stupid. Nobody is that stupid. I sighed as I leaned against Michael, who was on one of those spinny chairs beside me. There was nothing more romantic then a trip to Italy with the goal of beating underaged mafia bosses right? I'm sure things will be great.

The Moby Huge

William's P.O.V

I forgot how weird this suit felt when it wasn't shredded. I'm glad that I made this suit, and not some perverted freak, because if that was the case, then this suit would have a far heavier chest. The curves on the sides were already bad enough. Aside from the unfortunately shaped suit, things were going pretty good. We were finally going to Italy to beat up the entire mafia and repurpose their corpses into more Phonies to run new Freddy's joints.

I'm pretty sure Old Sport moved to Italy a few years back, who knows if he's still alive. I could probably kill him while I'm here. I'm still pissed about that one time he tried to kill me. It was very annoying to pull myself together that time.

I decided to take a look at the arrow that had started this confusing mess of an adventure. It had the strangest beetle thing on it, which was really strange considering it was an arrow. Also, who the hell is rich enough to just shoot arrows made of gold? Probably the Mongols, it's always the Mongols.

I wonder if the magic Stand giving power is unique to this arrow, or is there a whole set? If I had a whole set, I bet I could make more. Then I could stuff them into claw machines everywhere and grant the entirety of humanity Stand power, that proceed to play Pubg in real life. Instead of guns, there would be magic ghosts. Sounds like a great game to be honest.

Huh, that's a really strange looking seagull. Are seagulls even supposed to fly this high up? "Lizy, pass me the M1918A2 BAR please." I requested. Elizabeth quickly retrieved the comically large gun. "Here is your M1918A2 BAR daddy." she said as she handed me the M1918A2 BAR. I opened the window, sticking the M1918A2 BAR out the window and aimed at the odd seagull. Why was this sea gull so odd you might ask? Well, it was leaking this green acid, and was covered in a black sludge.

I fired a shot from my M1918A2 BAR, which caused the bird to literally combust, sending the green acid flying. I smiled, then set down my M1918A2 BAR down beside me. "Why is Bobert on the ceiling?" asked Michael, looking up at the Minireena. Bobert was lying down, not even gripping onto the ceiling. "Glue." stated Ennard. This was a good answer, allowing everyone to go back to awkward silence.

I decided to open my phone, loading up my favorite song, 'Tom Chin Cheng Hanji'. I then plugged the headphone wires into my head, enjoying the music. I sat back for a while, enjoying the ancient sound. I was promptly interrupted by another odd sea gull crashing into the window. I picked up the M1918A2 BAR and opened the window, only to be greeted by an entire flock. Luckily, my M1918A2 BAR is fully automatic. With the holding of a trigger, my M1918A2 BAR became a bullet hose.

"I want a turn!" yelled Ennard, who had just hopped over my armchair. He then grabbed my M1918A- okay, I'll stop now. He proceeded to jab it out the window and start firing. "Ennard! Fuck off and give me my gun back!" I yelled, trying to grab my gun from the satanic spaghetti monster. "But I want to shoot more birds- hey look! Those ones are coming right towards us!" he yelled, pointing at the flock that had turned towards the window. As if a gun had gone off, they all bolted towards the window, knocking both of us over.

"So how are you all enjoying your flight- holy shit that's a lot of birds." said Scott as he walked out of the captain's chamber. "Why are there birds in the plane anyway? And why are they all… diseased?" he asked. "Ennard took my gun." I said, punting the mess of wires across the room. "I- what? How does that have anything to do with anything?" he asked. "Gun." I replied. "Alright then, why are the birds becoming one humanoid mass?" Asked Scott. I looked over, and the seagulls had indeed become a single humanoid being. "This must be the work of an enemy Stand!" yelled Ennard as he summoned his Stand.

Jake and Elizabeth also summoned their Stands. I grabbed my gun and Scott started breathing weird. Before any of us could attack, the creature jumped at me, slamming one of its large arm things into my face, sending me flying. I think I just broke my knee. Elizabeth used her stand to bite the Stand, only to have her Stands jaw melt due to the acid, along with her own jaw due to how Stands work.

Ennard, being the idiot he was, threw an entire chair at the thing, knocking it over. Numerous bullet holes appeared in the creature, and my gun appeared in my hands. I assume that was Michael's Stand. I took advantage of the scenario, firing my very illegal gun into the creature. I suddenly realized something however. "It's melting the floor!" I yelled. The floor under it was saging. "Jake, we'll hold it off, you use your Stand to find the user!" yelled Ennard as he used a couch to knock the Stand into a corner.

The Moby Huge

Jake's P.O.V

I ducked into the bathroom and shut off my eyes. I then looked through my Stands eyes. If the Stand user will be anywhere, they'll likely be in the cargo hold. I maneuvered my Stand through the vents, slowly crawling my way to the cargo hold. Once I reached the exit vent, I commanded Half Way Apart to silently gain entry to the area.

Once my Stand had entered the area, it looked around, its eyes locking onto a figure in a corner of the room. The figure was a man wearing ragged clothing fitting of a homeless man. Stand User or not, this bastard needed to get off of the Moby Huge. I sent Half Way Apart forwards in a boost of speed. I then recreated the bite of '87, except the entire head was crushed. I guess my Stands teeth aren't as strong as the real Mangle's.

I switched back to my own eyes, unsummoning my Stand. I then looked outside of the bathroom to see a large amount of dead but clean pigeons. I guess I killed the Stand user. "Hey Scott, aren't you supposed to be flying the plane?" asked Michael. "I put it on autopilot." he responded. "This autopilot?" asked Elizaebeth, she then stood up, revealing she had been sitting on the console for the autopilot. Scott spun around and booked it to the pilots chamber. "Uh oh." stated Ennard, who was already gabbing a parachute.