It was a peaceful night, Mista was in his bed wondering about the dreams he'll have. He murmured that he hopes to have a dream about him swimming in a pool of strawberry cake... However, when he passed out, things were going to get a little wild in his dream...
"H-hey, where am I?!"
Mista exclaimed, floating in an empty black void. Then, he woke up with his head lying on the table of the usual cafe that the Bucciarati gang hangs out at. However, when he heard some sudden footsteps coming into the room, his excitement was cut short when he realizes that the people walking in were only Giorno, Narancia Trish, and Fugo. He then counted his four of his friends and then himself. Once he finished counting, he came to the number he fears... The number 4... He then screams and gets up from his chair. His four friends ran over to him to see the matter
"Hey, Mista! What's wrong?"
Giorno asked before he take out his gun and aims it at him, making everyone shocked at this action
"W-whoa, Mista! Watch where you're aiming that!!"
Fugo shouted, forcing Mista to lower the gun. He was likely to break free and aim it at everyone
"Stay back! There's four of you! You know how much I hate that number!!"
He exclaimed. In fright, the four friends looked at each other, thinking that he was high on something. They then move back and run away just as Mista suddenly got up and started chasing them. However, he passed through four customers in the cafe which made him trip on a person's foot. He got up and bashed through the door. He then gets in his car and started to drive passing four lamp posts. Yet again, his unluckiness caught him at a red light. He then slammed his fist on the wheel
"Damn it! There's no way I can catch up to them at this rate!"
He then noticed the light turning green making him smile evilly. He then slammed on the gas pedal and drives through an alleyway, where he then finds some random hole in the ground. He then gets out of his car, to further examine this hole. But, he was then pushed in by his four friends. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, the number 4 was everywhere! Mista can only keep screaming until he fell onto a hard floor, finally waking him up from this nightmare. He then snapped out of it and got up, sighing in relief
"Oh, it was just a nightmare!"
He sighed. But, he didn't realize what time it was... It was of course, 4 o'clock...
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