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Diavolo woke up in a dark place.
Not a good sign in his experience. He tried to move around and oh I can't do that. I hope this means I'll be out of here soon. These were his thoughts after like 20+ years of doing this dying shit. The deaths where he's tied up from the beginning are usually the quickest, but the pain varies rapidly, it really comes down to the tools/weapons being used and the sedative quality (which he doesn't trust anymore after some very nasty situations involving infected needles).
He heard footsteps, saw a door open and a lightswitch flicker on. He had to shut his eyes for a few seconds to adjust to the unusually strong fluorescent light. When he opened them, he saw that he sat in the middle of a tacky pink kitchen with those fucking white flowers everywhere, what's up with that? And the guy who just got here was standing over him.
Hey, I know him, Diavolo thought, he's uhhh Guido! What a dumb name!! He looks dumb! I think I inhabited his body once. Despite the comments at the tip of his tongue Diavolo didn't say anything because his mouth was taped over. This happens too often. Do they really want to silence me that much? I'm just trying to invest in this marketplace of ideas</3
Guido Mista (yeah that's it I remember him now) looked at him like one would look at a dog which just pissed the carpet. He scratched his hat as if unsure what to do if the poor thing wakes up prematurely. Then, as if he just thought of something, he moved away from Diavolo towards the wall facing him (the one without all the kitchen stuff) and lifted the…shutters?Ok that wall's actually shutters, how fun. Behind it, a dining area complete with a counter with the thingy for the upside down glasses (there was probably a bartender but not from this angle), and a round table for two, both equally tacky as the goddamn kitchen.
Behind all that, almost like a cruel joke, were two clear doors, the exit. The OPEN sign stared at sad little Diavolo from across rooms, so far away he could barely read it. But his already shit way to freedom was blocked by a wall of glass which the shutters were for. Mista knocked on it playfully.
»Well, um, the guests aren't here just yet,« He looked at the conveniently placed clock hanging above the tacky sink behind Diavolo »but it won't really be long before they show up huh, so we better get baking.«
He disappeared out of the room through the STAFF ONLY door he came from. After about one painful minute of muffled talking he reemerged with Gold Experience Requiem wearing a comical white chef's hat and an apron which had swear words written in blue cursive on the chest and a zipper going along the front pocket with two even more pointless ones on the sides. The back was tied up in a big adorable bow. Despite this, GER, with its lidless eyes making for the world's best pokerface still managed to invoke primal fear in Diavolo and he might've sobbed or peed himself a little.
»Okaay« said the only one present who could speak, nudging GER and breaking up a very intense staring contest, »equipment's over there, we got everything you need, please don't ask for pineapple, just follow the recipe JoJo left you and please clean him thoroughly, Trish will have to eat this crap. Alright? Alriight, you're good to go bud, chop chop!« he patted the stand's shoulder and left, humming to himself a melody from fuckinn All Star or something and giving Diavolo the finger just as he was closing the door behind him.
NOOO! Diavolo would've screamed if not for antifa censoring him. His world went all woozy. He didn't feel the needle jab into him because he didn't feel much of anything (oh for fucks sake). If he were paying attention he might've seen one of the counters extend into a vivisection table but he only noticed when he already lay on it. Even as GER untied him, he only reacted by wriggling around. Then, three things happened at once.
JUST as the stand quickly and without regard peeled off Diavolo's mouth tape, he screamed. But not because his lip was bleeding (although it was), but because he heard the faint chime of a bell, the one hippie stores put on their front door. Diavolo leapt down from the vivisection counter with strength he didn't have, stepping on GER's foot but acting too suddenly for it to do anything about it.
Pink boy ran for a little bit but as soon as he hit the glass wall his knees gave out with a loud crack and he started crying and banging on the glass wall. If Doppio actually saw this display, he would've surely turned and ran, perhaps to come back later (to investigate, if nothing less). Logically they can't ever seperate so his actions now are unpredictable.
However, his walking around the dining area in such a calm (at least for Doppio, he was still twitchy) manner, even sitting himself down, still tipped Diavolo off to mean that he was hitting and shouting at a one way mirror and Doppio might wonder at the source of the noise, but he won't find anything.
Thinking about his endeavor being fruitless wasn't a thing he could do in his current state so he just continued until GER dragged him back and stabbed him with another needle. The meat quality is going down everytime it has to do this but what can you do, am I right? Not canibalise on the main antagonist? Gold Experience Requiem didn't feel emotions but if it did, it would've chuckled at the thought.
As it reached for the knife, Mista burst in one last time.
»I forgot my keys lol whoops«