Narancia's hair was messy. He'd roused an hour ago but lacked energy. What was he doing? Oh, right. He needed to stream for Fugo. That was—Narancia scanned his phone—30 minutes ago? Oh no! He glanced at his Twitter page, his numerous notifications horrifying him.

"Where are you?" pestered one of Fugo's followers.

"Sorry, I'm tired. Getting to it," tweeted Narancia.

He scrolled down to read more replies and spied Trish's comment.

"Luckily, Fugo asked Sheila if Narancia didn't wake up soon. Unfortunately, she's sleeping. I have this under control. Today, I'll be playing Call of Duty: Black Ops 2," she tweeted with a link to her Twitch.

"C-Call of Duty?" Narancia blurted, almost dropping his phone. Trish had never touched a Call of Duty game, so why would she now? Curious, he turned on his PC, began streaming, and hopped on Xbox to start Minecraft. He invited Trish to a party.

"Hey, Trish! You're playing Call of Duty? Hold on! You still have for 360?" he inquired while wandering around aimlessly in Minecraft.

"Yeah. Mother wanted me to get rid of something old, but I need the 360 to play Assassin's Creed Rogue."

"Why? You've never played it before. You haven't even played the first game?"

"Because I can. Sheila gifted it to me, and Fugo streamed Call of Duty before Giorno visited. What was that dude's name? Mason. Yeah, he gets brainwashed into killing JFK. It didn't work right away, but at the end, the game implies he assassinated him."

"How do you know this? You don't have the achievements on Xbox. Did you play this on PlayStation?"

"I never played it. I watched Sheila play it. I always support my girlfriend. Anyway, can you believe Fugo and Giorno are in Disneyland? I'm so mad! I wanted to go!"

"I know. Same." Narancia sulked and then got angry. Before they had met Giorno, Fugo and he swore they would travel to Disneyland one day together. He didn't consider inviting him. Instead, Fugo alerted his followers on Twitter that Narancia would stream for him. He didn't call or ask until after that tweet. Since they were friends forever, Narancia agreed. "It's not fair! He didn't think of me!"

"Don't worry. One day, we'll all go. However, we all have to get there by car."

"What, scared of planes?"

"No. I just want to visit some cities on the way there."

"So you could spend all our money before when can get to Disneyland?" he joked.

"Hopefully, we don't have to spend that much. We need to post often on social media."

"So, we should let random strangers know our location?"

"What? No! I don't let anyone know my location. I always queue or schedule posts to throw people off. Oh, hold on, did you send a going live tweet?"

"Are you my social media manager now? Of course I"—Narancia looked at his Twitter account and realized he didn't send one—"didn't." He also forgot to pay attention to the chat. Once he did, someone on his chat discussed how flaky Sheila was. "Hey, hey, hey! We didn't expect Fugo to go to Disney suddenly. Normally, Giorno would stream should anything happen to Fugo. If something were to happen to Giorno, then I would stream. Sheila— What was Sheila doing, Trish?"

"Well, I had to return home, so I assume Sheila played a game all night to cheer herself up. Why? What's going on?"

LittleFeet, the user who called Sheila flaky, ranted in Narancia's chat for a bit. "Oh, check her Twitter," he typed after calming down.

Curious, Narancia looked. Sheila had tweeted angry tweets about Illuso, and Narancia didn't think some were genuine.

"Hey, Narancia," Trish said, "I peeped into your chat. I didn't know. Ban that guy. Since you're streaming, I'll end mine. I'll moderate your chat while I handle Sheila and convince her to take down her tweets. I've thought a lot about that time on the beach. We should be careful with what we post."

"YOU GUYS HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!" LittleFeet typed before Narancia banned him.

"Was that—you know who?" he asked.

"Clara's ex? I had him banned. This is another account."

"Do I have to worry about him?"

"Ignore him. Also, I would've banned him sooner, but I'm not a moderator. Could you make me a mod?"

"Yeah, sorry. I've been lazy. I don't know why some bums would go on someone's chat to send hate messages. Never saw it as a priority."

"You don't stream frequently to get enough hate messages. Do you have Nightbot moderating your chat?"

"What now?"

Trish sighed. "I'll explain later. You're playing Minecraft, right? Did you notice something?"

"Huh? Uh." Narancia stopped moving in Minecraft and spotted a building. "Did you make that?"

"Yeah. After I finish this mission, do you want me to join you? Some days ago, Fugo, Giorno, and I tamed some cats somewhere. We can get you one."

"Thanks, but could we also get a dog?"

"A dog? Oh, I need to find Sheila a dog! Hold on! I'm posting an after-stream tweet!"

"Take your time," Narancia said while building a tree house. He had so many saplings and bone meal in his inventory. Maybe he should work on Minecraft buildings off-stream and share screenshots of completed works. "I'm building a tree house."

"Alright, let me switch consoles." Trish got off her 360, causing her to leave the party, and rejoined on the Xbox One.

"That was fast." Narancia checked her Xbox status and saw she was already on Minecraft. "Wow."

"What can I say? I love the game. I love creating things."

"Maybe we should create a world where we just build things."

"Not right now, though, because—" An Xbox notification popped up on Narancia's screen, saying Sheila was on. "And there she is!"

Trish wasted no time inviting her.

Sheila joined and yawned into the mic. "Damn, I slept late. I deleted the tweets, by the way. Alright, I'm on Minecraft. What are we doing again?"

"We're getting cats and dogs!" Trish answered. "Except I already have a cat. Narancia wants one and a dog. What about you?"

"I just want a dog. I don't care about the cat. Wait! I still don't care about the cat, but it's nice to have one around the house."

"Alright, everyone. Follow me!" Trish said. "Except that you and I need to find Narancia."

"I'm at this random building with slime blocks you jump on."

"I'll show her where it's at. Sheila, come on! I made a room for you and me."

Sheila and Trish arrived a few minutes later. Narancia followed Trish to tame some cats. Afterward, they returned to their base.

"Narancia, that's a lot of cats," Sheila commented. "Are you sure you need that many?"

"Yeah, I'm going to build lots of buildings. I'll make this base bigger and better."

"You could make the base bigger and better," said Trish, "but wouldn't you need help decorating?"

"Of course, you're welcome to help!"

"What about me?" Sheila asked. "I'm not good with anything."

Narancia heard Sheila's phone notifications going off.

"Nonsense!" Trish objected. She must not have heard it or ignored it. "You're good at finding things. When I thought there were no diamonds in that tunnel a few weeks ago, you proved me wrong."

"That was just pure luck. And— Hold on. What's with these notifications? H-hold on. Why is Illuso harassing me?"

"Illu—" Trish covered her mouth. Name-dropping someone on stream causes drama, which she'd rather avoid. "Ill— Ill— Delusional guy who keeps harassing you? Yeah, that guy is harassing you again. But didn't you block him?"

"I did! He made another account. Oh my gosh! I deleted everything about you!"

Narancia watched his viewer count increase by one.

"I have people in my DMs telling me to kill myself," typed Twitch user MirrorFeet.

"Um, what exactly did you say?" Narancia questioned Sheila.

"Okay, I may have told some lies, but at that time, I was upset."

"Sheila, I'm sorry, but you and your sister drop it."

"Excuse me? But Illuso could've explained why he broke up with my sister. I was there. She was happy on the phone until she sobbed a few minutes later. You should've been with me! You can see why I tweeted what I tweeted. You don't break up with someone like that!"

Narancia sighed. "Hey, Trish, I know you don't like it when someone name-drops, but, Illuso, do you fart?" He banned him before he could say anything else. "We can keep going all day. Send your fanboys. Hey, can we hurry and find some wolves to tame? I'm going to name the grumpy one Illuso."

"Oh boy," Trish said. "Fugo's going to hear about this."

Fugo held Giorno close, helping him get off the roller coaster ride. He groaned and had a hand near his mouth. He wondered if Dio was sick like him, but he seemed unfazed. Perhaps it did not amuse him.

"Hmm, perhaps I'm too old for this," Dio commented. He then looked at his son. "Oh, is something wrong? Did the ride bore you to where you got sick of it?"

"I think I need to go to the bathroom," Giorno said, rushing to a nearby restroom. One was nearby, where a black-haired girl with two buns and a braid held onto her mother's hand. There wasn't a line, meaning they were waiting for someone.

"Is that—" Dio spoke. His eyes widened. "Wait! Giorno, don't go there!"

He didn't listen and kept going, bumping into a buff Japanese man with a hat.

Giorno didn't stop to apologize and went in. Fugo followed, standing near a sink while he vomited in one of the stalls. He noted Dio didn't follow them in. Makes sense. Had he gone in, Giorno would've noticed that he couldn't see Dio's reflection in the mirror.

"Dio!" Fugo heard somebody yell.

"Jotaro!" yelled Dio.

Giorno got out of the bathroom.

"Are you alright?" Fugo asked.

"Yeah. What is going on outside?"

"I don't know."

"Let's check."

They left the bathroom and could feel the tension between Dio and this random Japanese guy.

Giorno stepped in, standing next to his dad. "Who's this?"

"Some guy I don't like."

Then, a man with metallic arms pushed a guy in a wheelchair.

"Jotaro!" the man in the wheelchair waved. "And— Dio?"

The guy with the metallic arms furrowed his brows. "You!"

"Pfft, what are you guys doing here?" Dio asked. "Also, what happened to you, Polnareff? I don't remember leaving you in that condition."

"Some guy with pink hair accidentally pushed me down the stairs." He looked at Giorno. "So, this is one of your other kids? Huh, I like this one. He seems well-behaved, unlike your other sons you abandoned."

"Abandoned?" Giorno parroted and stared at his father for answers.

Dio sighed. "Let's go. I never want to see you people ever again!"

The three blonds walked out of there in a rush. Giorno would've asked questions, but he knew that conversation irritated him. Instead, he smiled at Fugo.

"I might have brothers," he whispered to Fugo. "I wonder if what Polnareff said was true."

"I can hear you," Dio said. "Forget about your brothers. Ugh! How did they find out about them? Hold on, I'm calling some people."

While he was on the phone, the blond boys' phones went off simultaneously. They were all Twitter notifications.

"Ugh, I'm getting sick of this bird app," Fugo complained.

"Agreed," Giorno said. "Let's ignore them. We are on vacation, after all."