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lol just kidding Fugo isn't coming back.

Anyways, in Fugo's side of the underworld, he was currently running from a blaze. It was whirring and blazing (buh dum chhh) whilst Fugo was running away, sprinting. The blaze had thrown its firey balls at him, Fugo had dodged most of them, except for the fact that he's on fire now.

"AAHHHHHHH" He screamed. Fugo was sprinting down the fortress, desperately trying to take cover instead of fighting. The battle music was blaring, the piano not yet playing. For as this is Fugo's scene, so Bucciarati's music will instead play because he is mommy.

As Fugo sprinted away with his handy double-tap-crap, he noticed that he was coming up to a dead end. Fugo panicked, he wondered what to do, he could try mining out but he doesn't know what would be on the other side. He could turn around and kill the blaze, or he could just let himself die.

Suddenly he heard footsteps, they were heavy and getting louder. Fugo's gold pickaxe was about to break, but lucky for him, his gold sword was ready for action at full durability. Fugo charged at the footsteps and unsheathed his massive horse coc- Uhh i mean microp- I mean gold sword! He chose his gold sword because he felt that he resonated with it the most. You see gold is yellow, and so is Fugo's hair. But if I'm to be honest his hair is more like american or cheddar cheese, ew. Of course, the sword represents him in other ways too, like his flakiness. One hit and he's gone, just like the fight with whatever his name was, michael jackson looking ass bitch.

Fugo swings the sword as the shadow of the approaching shadow.

"OH? You're approaching me?" Fugo said.

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meow" Shadow said. Fugo swinged his sword at the shadow and it hit! Dead on!

And then it broke in one hit.

"Fuck

"

Fugo screamed like a sickly little girl yet to be taken in and taken care of. The shadow meowed again. "...pizza?" Fugo said. "meow" pizza said. " holli canolli, narancia is going to have a fit." Fugo said. "Pizza, come with me, we're going to get you back to narancia!" fuhgo said. Pizza meowed. Fugo grabbed pizza's hand and they started on his and pizza's journey through the nether fortress. They went through many rooms and hallways. There were no chests, no netherwarts anywhere. No loot, just mobs. He did find a ghast though. After many hearts lost, fugo finally realized he could hit the fireball back at the ghast, and he had killed it. He had also killed a few blazes with his backup wooden sword. He was prepared, and once he got home they would be able to make many eyes of ender. Maybe they would be able to find the stronghold and get to the end. But they had only done so little. They had only explored a little of the world, they had been mining and they built houses. Barely any time has passed and yet somehow... they've come this far. Soon, they will be able to defeat the ender dragon. It seems crazy and yet it's true.

Fugo noticed a familiar sound after years of exploring the catacombs of the nether fortress.

A Nether Portal...

"Hey guys, vsauce fugo here. I found Narancia's cat." Fugo said, approaching everyone. Everyone then became happy (except Abbacchio) and then started to simultaneously run towards him to hug him but Narancia beat him to it.

"FUUUUUUGOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Narancia yelled, running into Fugo's arms before anyone else could.

"Hi, Narancia." Fugo said but could not hug back because Narancia crushed his arms and was holding them down.

"Fugo I missed you so much! I have to show you something come hereeeee!" He said, grabbing Fugo's wrist and tried to pull him away but Fugo did not go.

"Narancia, let me go say hello and greet everyone else! I won't take long just stop pulling me away!" Fugo said, pulling Narancia off of him (slapping him until he let go), and left to get everyone else.

"FUUUUGOOO!!!!" Mista and Trish yelled. Giorno and Bruno mommy calmly approached. They were happy though.

"Fugo we missed you so much! There are so many things we need to tell you that you missed!" Trish exclaimed, hugging Fugo. "Well you can tell me those later, I need food and I'm down a few hearts." Fugo said.

"Wait..... couldn't you have just died and then respawned here?"

"Oh."

"FUUUUUGOOOOOOOOOO"

"Fugo, you are such a retard oh my god."

"Ok guys, can we just move past this and continue the game? Please?" Fugo asked, Bucci gang skeptically stared at Fugo.

"Yea, ok, sure." Buciarati mommy said.

"Oh yea, Narancia, I found your cat." Fugo said and Narancia emitted a weird noise, a high pitched squeal noise, like usual but out of excitement. "Fugo oh my god! I'm so happy I could kiss you!" Narancia squealed. "please dont" fugo said.

He continued to make that noise until he died a terrible death.

'lmeo he ded" abachio said.

"Anyways, what did you get from the nether besides a third-degree burn and down-syndrome." Bruno asked. "I didn't get down-syndrome you fat 'fuck!" Fugo said.

They all walked away from Narancia's dead body that hasn't yet respawned. They walked with Fugo. Fugo went to his house to put his stuff away.

"So what was it like in the ntehr for so long, Fugo?" Trish asked.

"It was terrible, there were so many things I had never seen but I killed most of them and got ghast tears and a couple wither skulls and blaze rods.

"How many skulls?"

"2"

"Fugo this means we only need one more until we can fight the Wither!" Mista exclaimed. No one knew what that meant except narancia who still had not awoken. "Fugo, how many did you get?" Bruno mommy asked. "Like a stack or two, why?" Fugo said.

"Potions." Abacchio said.

"Yea ok, Mista and Trish, you two go farm endermen. Fugo, get some rest, me and Abacchio will take your things and put them away." Mommy said. "Everone got that?"

Everyone nodded.

And now we branch off.

Fugo goes to sleep in the day.

Mista and Trish, let's check on them...

They're with everyone else.

How about Brubo and Abacchio?

Also with everyone.

How about ḧ̸̨̡̡̜̼̫̝͈́́͊̈́̌̑̈́̕͝͠ͅę̴͉̻͇͎̮̞̆̀̐ṙ̶̢̡̩͍͂́̌o̶̜͕̙̜̦̍̐̓͑ͅb̷̖͈̏̿̈̅̊ṙ̷̢̝̹̼̗̜̅́̒͆̄̅͐̕ͅͅȋ̴̮̥n̶̢̻̮͈̬͈̩͙̬̈́͊̊̆̃̍̓̅̒̄ę̶̗͈̱̥̖̹͐̎͌́̍̓̋̕͘?

hmmmm, it seems ḧ̸̨̡̡̜̼̫̝͈́́͊̈́̌̑̈́̕͝͠ͅę̴͉̻͇͎̮̞̆̀̐ṙ̶̢̡̩͍͂́̌o̶̜͕̙̜̦̍̐̓͑ͅb̷̖͈̏̿̈̅̊ṙ̷̢̝̹̼̗̜̅́̒͆̄̅͐̕ͅͅȋ̴̮̥n̶̢̻̮͈̬͈̩͙̬̈́͊̊̆̃̍̓̅̒̄ę̶̗͈̱̥̖̹͐̎͌́̍̓̋̕͘ is unavailable at the moment.

where do I take this chapter?

oH! I'll take it here!

in the depths of the ocean

"[emo] has joined the game"

"[melon] has joined the game"

"[bakugo_kinnie] has joined the game"

"[heehee] has joined the game"

"[cheese_man] has joined the game"

"[cock] has joined the game"

"lil_boomer_mamoni] has joined the game"

"[big_boomer] has joined the game"

"creamy_boy] has joined the game"

On a lighter note, Trish and Mista head for mainland, searching for endermen in the daytime. Who would've known they would.

"So, Trish, I heard you like mozzarella sticks. Cause I've got a big stick filled with mozzarella." Mista said.

Trish hit him.

"Are those space pants? Because your ass is out of this world!"

"I wear a skirt, Mista."

"Did you just fart? Because you just blew me away!"

"Mista, girls dont fart."

"WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!? THEY DONT????????!!!!!!!!!????????????????!1111!!!!!!!!!!!/////??????????"

"No, Mista."

Well, that went well.

I'm going to leave things here with Mista and Trish

Abbacchio and Brommy are stealing from Fugi boy's house and his own ass pockets whilst he sleeps. Now usually that's Narancia's job, but he still hasn't respawned so oh well.

Just then, Narancia walked into the room, he was still a corpse, a red, glitchy, laying on the ground version of him.

"Hey guys, scarce here, and welcome back to anoth- WOAH WOAH WOAH! What do you think you're doing! That's my job mommy!" Narancia whined while crossing his arms like a pouty little bitch.

"Narancia stop being a pouty little bitch and let mommy and daddy do their work!" Bruno mommy said.

"But that's my job! MY JOB! MY JOB! MY JOB!" Narancia screamed like a little rat.

"Now you listen here you little rat, you better shut the hell up or else we will kill pizza right infront of you, you hear me?! Not one more peep from you brat!" Abbacchio daddy said, raising his voice seventeen octaves.

"......" Narancia considered saying "peep" just to be funny like those retarded kindergarten kids do when they think they're oh-so-funny.

Narancia sighed and proceeded to leave the room as slowly as possible as the glitchy, sideways, and red version of himself. Hilarious. HaHaHa. Funny. Comical. Humorous. cbt. ha ha ha funny laugh please i'm desperate.

"Narancia you dull pizza cutter! Get your ass out of here already!" Abbacchio daddy yelled.

"Ok! Ok! Fine." Narancia grumbled like a pizza goblin and scrambled out of the room like a cartoon character on crack.

holy shit i forgot about giorno

what the hell is he doing now
i forgot about him so looks like he's in the backrooms where the last of fugo's innocence died and rests in tax evasion and IT guys (whatever that means..... pennywise?????????).

lol i stole ur idea toe but i'm not gonna mention you so you have to read this in order to know hahah i'm so mean hahahahaha
nvm geoeno is in his house playing with ger

"uhhhh ger use iron tai- fuck wrong fanfiction!" Giorno said. "Turn trish's extra push up bra into a froggie!!" Giorno said like baby. So gold experience requiem turned trish's push ups bra and padded underwear into frogs whilst they danced around giorno's house.

where is this even going
everything i had planned for this chapter has already happened, it's just fillers now at 1627 words.

mamma mia giorno!

"what?" Giorno said, hearing his name get called from the heavens above.

I said mamma mia giorno!

"Oh, ok. Anyway- FROGGIES NO THATS MISTA'S CUM SOCK!⚠️!!!🤢!!⚠️!!!!!!"

Giorno wrestled the sock from froggy but it just wouldn't let go, so giorno hugged the adorable froggy until it let go,

but that won't be for a while so let's check up on someone else for a change, ey??

Well in that time Bruno and Abbacchio finished raiding Fugo's nest, Mista and Trish got back from their expedition and had seventeen stacks of ender pearls. They decided to wait for Fugo to wake up and Giorno to get froggy to stop clinging to Mista's unbeknownst cum sock.

So to pass time, they had a conversation how weird of them. It's a huge disaster but it passes time

"Hey Mista, Trish, how did the ender pearl farming go?" Brubo mommy asked.

"It went great! We got ninety seven stacks of ender pearls by using my expert guidance." Mista said, you could practically hear his ego in that sentence.

"I convinced Mista that girls don't fart" Trish said.

"Convinced?!? So they do fart????" Mista asked like an astonished baby. Daddy Abbacchio sighed, "Yes, Mista, girls do fart, everyone does!"

"TRISH!!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? I THOUGHT U TRUSTED ME???!?!!!???" Mista screamed.

"You used shitty pickup lines on me! I had to!" Trish yelled like a good girl.

"Mista did what?!!!?! OOOH MISTA WE HAVE A LESSON TO TEACH YOU!!!!" Bruno mommy said.

All that was heard was the slap of a leather belt before screams of who knows what? Pain, pleasure, fear?

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"Narancia! don't forget your diamond armor! And no you can't bring pizza!@ Bruno mommy said in a rush.

You see everyone living on this island was currently getting ready to find the stronghold, so they were running around the entirety of the island to get ready and craft supplies.

Bruno was equipped with a diamond sword, a bow, 9 arrows, and a shield. He was equipped with full diamond armor and a water bucket incase he fell.

Abbacchio had an iron sword, a bow, 13 arrows, and a shield. He had a diamond helmet and the rest was iron.

Mista had a wooden sword, an enchanted infinity bow, one arrow, and a decorated shield. He had all chain armor.

Giorno has gold experience requiem, and wood armor.

Trish was decked out in coal armor; with a bow, 19 arrows, and a few flowers.

Fugo had gold everything, even a gold bow and arrows.

Narancia had all diamond armor, he was fully decked out; he also had a diamond sword and no bow because his aim sucks when not aerosmithing.

They all were ready to be set off on a new adventure, everyone got into boats, and alas, they threw the first ender pearl.