It was 10 AM when Fugo woke up, except he wasn't aware of the time until he looked at the clock. As for Giorno, he still slept soundly, trying to hug him. Fugo gently tapped Giorno, waking him up. Giorno stretched before hugging his boyfriend.

"I think we slept a little bit late," Fugo said, returning the hug.

A phone interrupted their moment.

Giorno looked at Fugo's phone on the nightstand. "Trish texted you."

Fugo sighed, released him from the embrace, and grabbed his phone, furrowing his brow as the white light strained his eyes. "What is it now?"

Giorno got off the bed and moved the curtains to welcome the light in.

Could you hop on Minecraft? Something's been bothering me for a while.

We just woke up. Hold on.

"Something's bothering her," Fugo said. "She wants us on Minecraft. Are we getting on?"

"Yeah, let's get on!"

"If you want to play, you'll need to get my brother's laptop in his old room."

"Really? He just left it there before moving out?"

"Yep. I guess it's all yours now if you want it. I should send Trish a text that we're getting on."

After texting Trish, Fugo got on his PC, found his headset, started Minecraft, and opened a call on Skype so he could communicate with Trish and Giorno. In the distance, he could see Trish's username. He was still inside his old house, but the way her name dashed around the screen to the right, he could tell she was heading out of the base.

"After I move some of my old furniture, I'll help you with whatever," Fugo spoke into his mic. He should've moved all his stuff with him when he started dating Giorno, but he wanted to spend the rest of his time with him. Speaking of Giorno, he also logged on.

"Good morning, Trish!" Giorno greeted. "Is something wrong?"

Something exploded before she could reply.

SpiceGirl was blown up by a creeper.

"Damn it!" she yelled.

Fugo stopped what he was doing, rushed to where Trish died, and grabbed her things. She wasn't carrying much.

Trish returned to where she died. "Ugh, I hate everything!"

Fugo dropped all her stuff in front of her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Do you remember that guy from the beach?"

"Guy?"

"There was a pink-haired guy with that buff guy. Did you look at his eyes? What color were they?"

He couldn't recall. "Did he even look at us?"

"No, I was having too much fun that day. Ugh! I wasn't focused on my search."

Giorno approached them. "Your search for what?"

"My biological father. My mother said he had pink hair like mine, but she couldn't remember his eye colors. She said it was either green or brown. Giorno, I wish I was you."

"Trust me, Trish, you wouldn't want to be me."

"I don't know, Giorno. My mother almost died from her illness, and my father is nowhere to be found. Is he even aware of my existence? Is he even alive?"

"Okay," Fugo interrupted, "it sounds like it sucks to be you, Trish, but Giorno tells me everything, including his past. It does suck to be him. Hell, it just sucks to be us."

"Actually," Trish said. "I think I'd rather be you, Fugo."

He gripped his mouse tightly, angered by her comment. He may be rich, but his parents were far from loving. Even his own elder brothers didn't care for him. Thankfully, they no longer lived in the mansion with him, but now he was alone with his parents. Even in their strange state, Fugo still resented them.

"How about we drop this?" Giorno suggested. "This conversation isn't helping any of us, nor is it helping you, Trish."

"You're right." She sounded sad. "It's not. I think I might get off. Sorry for wasting your time."

"Wait!" Giorno said. "We could get you a cat!"

"How?"

He looked to Fugo.

"We'll need to go to a village and feed a stray cat some cod or salmon," Fugo answered. "I have some raw fish in my barrel, so we don't have to fish unless we want to. Hmm, but did anyone explore the area for a village?"

"Sorry, I've been busy digging for ores," Giorno answered.

"I've been building storage rooms for us," Trish said. "So, I couldn't go exploring."

Fugo texted Narancia, Mista, and Sheila. "Strange, I just texted the others, but they're not responding. Hey, Trish, is Sheila sleeping?"

"Oh, uh oh. Um, well, Sheila stepped out while I attempted to calm myself in the bathroom. I don't know where she's gone. I'll text her."

"Do you think she's with the others?" Giorno asked.

"I don't know. Maybe, but why?"

"I guess we'll find out when she replies," Trish said. "Anyways, there should be enough materials to make a map. What should we bring?"

"I'll be the guide and chef of this group," Fugo said. "About a month ago, Mista, Narancia, and I were roleplaying, and Narancia seemed to enjoy the chef role. Giorno, you'll keep us safe, so bring your enchanted bow. Trish, you enjoy building. You could build a home away from home for us."

"Is it alright if I stream?" Trish asked.

"Alright, sure. I don't mind. Also, we need to put signs down. Narancia decided to build a farm with Mista in some far-off location and made a fork in the road."

"I have some wood. Sure, I'll do it. I'm curious about what the farm looks like."

Fugo took them to the fork in the road, and Trish placed a sign on some cobblestone.

"What's direction is the farm, and what is the name?" she asked.

"The farm is to the left," Fugo replied. "As for its name, let's call it the NaraMis Farm. If they have a problem with it, they can change it."

"Alright, as for the one on the right?"

"There's nothing there except for the desert, where the grass path ends."

"I have some grass blocks," Giorno said. "I could place some down."

"I don't know how far the desert stretches, but I doubt you have enough."

"You might be right, but that path might help us."

"Don't forget you're protecting us," Trish reminded. "Hand me the grass blocks. I have some cooked salmon."

"Do you have a shovel?"

"Yeah."

"Then it's yours." Giorno tossed his grass blocks while Trish handed him the salmon. "Anyways, we're still heading to the farm, right? I forgot to get a bed."

"Oh my gosh! Same!"

"Funny, I forgot too. Come, the farm is this way."

They were at the NaraMis Farm. A bunch of animals was on the other side of the fence. Despite having a lot of wheat at the base, Narancia and Mista built it at the bottom of the hill's edge to trap the animals. However, this sometimes caused hostile mobs to get trapped. Luckily, there weren't any inside.

"This is the farm?" Trish questioned. "Where's the barn? Does Narancia not care about the animals? And where is he storing the animal products and meat?"

"Narancia said he'll build a railroad to the base," Fugo said.

"I'd prefer that we'd build railroads in the nether, but we haven't opened a portal from someplace elsewhere," Giorno commented.

Fugo brought out his sword. "Time to slaughter some sheep."

After getting material for the beds, they reached the desert, and the husks started charging at them. Giorno readied his bow and aimed for them.

"How many arrows do you have?" Fugo asked.

"Enough!" Giorno answered quickly due to the husks surrounding them.

"I think I know where you got that many arrows."

"I'll pay Mista back—eventually."

"His fault for not getting on."

The horde of husks relented, and the three were far from the plains. It was also getting dark in-game.

"Should I build the base here?" Trish asked.

"Yeah, build a small home," Fugo answered.

Trish built a home made of cobblestone and oak wooden planks with a spruce wooden door, and the roof was made of stone brick. Although nobody asked, she made windows and put a well near the house. She placed torches around the house so monsters don't spawn.

"What's with the well? We're not going to stay here," Fugo commented.

"I know," she said. "But it might be helpful one day." She continued building a garden, planted potatoes, built a composter, and dug the ground to give plants water.

"Okay, but it's already night. We need to rest."

"In a second." Trish surrounded the house with cobblestone and without a way in or out, confusing the blonds. Afterward, she built a slime trampoline.

"Wait," Fugo said, "are you—"

Trish installed a button on one of the dispensers and pressed it, launching herself on the other side of the wall. She returned.

"Did Sheila teach you that?"

"Yeah."

"She learned it from me."

"Ah yes, she told me. Thank you, by the way."

They went inside the house. Fugo placed his bed next to Giorno's, and Trish put her bed away from them. She placed another one down for Sheila and two chests.

It was morning in their game. Trish checked the house outside. No mobs got inside.

"This idea for yours is interesting," Giorno complimented.

"Thanks," she replied as she broke one of the walls to place some glass.

"You brought a lot of things with you, huh?" Fugo said.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, but our base is ugly. I'm planning to replace this cobblestone with purpur blocks. I was thinking maybe pink concrete, but they're a bit plain-looking. As for the floor, I might replace it with glazed terracotta."

"Sounds like a lot of work. Maybe once we get the cats, you could work on it."

"Yeah, I wonder how far a village would be."

"Let's find out."

They bounced out of there.

Near the end of the desert biome, a village was in their sights. However, before they could claim their cats, Fugo received a text message. It was from Narancia, and he was with Mista and Sheila.

"Guys, Narancia just texted me, and he's with the others," Fugo said.

"What's going on?" Trish asked.

"Hold on. I'm texting him back."

Uh, help. I got into a fight with this dude when sheila went shopping 2 get trish something. :(

Omfg, why? Are you okay? Also, does Sheila even have money to buy things?

Ya, I'm fine. He punched me in the eye. That's all. As for the money issue its a funny story. I told mista to steal while I distract the dude but that went to shit real fast anyways it gets worse. Well, you know that illuso guy Clara like? The guy mista tried pickpocket was his bf n then he texted illuso n that guy came. Idk why he did that i guess he's afraid of fighting 2 kids and an 18 year old lmao

What happened to Sheila?

She started yelling at him n illuso started throwing hands. Abbacchio was there too and he broke the fight up and threatened to arrest illuso but he scold sheila and texted clara about it

Did he just text her?

Idk but she probably got the text by now

"Hey, Fugo, what's going on? Clara left Toto in the room I'm in," Trish said.

Trish wants to know what's going on. Should I tell her?

Nah shes going to worry. Just mention the shopping part

"She went shopping. That's all."

"I think there's something more. Ask Narancia for more information."

"Fugo, let me see the texts," Giorno said. He heard Giorno take off his headset.

"Wait, you guys aren't gaming in the same room?"

A few seconds later, his boyfriend came into his room.

"You have a look on your face. Is it that bad?" Giorno asked. "May I see your phone?"

"Sure." Fugo handed him the phone.

"I think we should tell Trish the truth."

"Won't she panic?"

"Perhaps, but she'll get mad at you if you lie."

"How would you know?"

"Well, if Narancia told me you got into a fight with someone and lied about it, I would get angry at him. Something could've happened to you, and I don't want any harm coming to you." Giorno hugged him.

Fugo held him tightly. Giorno will part his side in two days, and he felt like he hadn't used most of his time to make something memorable. "Giorno, let's make most of our days something to remember."

They kissed each other on the lips.

"Uh, Fugo," Trish said, "you forgot to mute your mic."

His face turned red. "I—um. Shush! Don't you kiss Sheila like that? Wait! You heard the conversation?"

Giorno giggled and went back to his room.

"Yeah, you were thinking about lying to me. I don't know what happened, but you'll tell me truthfully, right?"

"Sheila went shopping with Narancia and Mista. Narancia decided to pickpocket Illuso's boyfriend, and he called Illuso. Sheila started shouting at him, but Abbacchio was there. She's safe. Are you mad at me?"

"For what? I don't see a reason to get mad. Besides, I think my biological dad might be rich. I just need to find him."

"What makes you think that?"

"I've been thinking while we were on the road. My dad's been avoiding child support. Only rich people can do that, I think. Right, Fugo?"

His cheeks got red again. "Why are you saying my name? I'm not a dad!"

"That's not what I meant! Oh my gosh! Your parents wanted you to study law, right? So, you must know a bit."

"Ugh!" He sighed. "Let me try to remember."

"Why would a rich man avoid paying child support?" Giorno commented. "Surely, if money was an issue for your mother, I'm sure he wouldn't mind paying."

"Well, my mother doesn't need the money yet," Trish said. "I just—"

"Then why mention child support?" Fugo asked.

"I don't know! I was hoping there was a reason."

"He might not be aware of your existence," Giorno said.

Trish sighed and fed an orange tabby raw salmon, taming the creature. "I should take Toto outside. He's whimpering and probably wants to use the bathroom. Later!"

Trish logged out.

"Are we getting those cats for ourselves?" Giorno asked.

Fugo gave raw salmon to a black cat. "Yeah."

Giorno took a white cat. "Want to keep playing?"

"Sure!"