“Valentine? Valentine?!”

Enrico shouted, looking around frantically for him, having gotten lost in the crowds as he saw Valentine chase after a random kid. He only caught a glimpse of Valentine turning a corner, and then disappearing.

“Valentine? Where are you?”

He yelled out for him, terrified and worried. Was that pink haired kid a Stand user? Did Valentine know him? He had no idea, but either way it worried him.

Meanwhile, Valentine was in the hands of Formaggio, who was just slightly bigger than him, but small enough to hide away from where Enrico was calling for his lost friend. Valentine struggled in the hands of Formaggio, extremely confused.

“Wh-Who are you?! Is this your Stand ability? Shrinking peop-”

Valentine was squeezed tightly by Formaggio, cutting him off.

“Shut up! You’ll alert your damn buddy, and you don’t want me to give you a painful death, do ya?”

Formaggio whispered to him, keeping him shut as Enrico’s voice got further and further away. Formaggio looked at Valentine after Enrico had entirely disappeared, giving a malicious smile.

“Since I'm gonna kill you soon, I'll tell ya this. My Stand’s name is Little Feet , and it shrunk you when it slashed you. That’s its ability.”

Formaggio squeezed Valentine more, as he grew in size.

“Why a-are you doing this to me?!”

Valentine was able to squeak out, as Formaggio squeezed him again and picked something up. It was a glass bottle.

“ Why I’m doin’ this to ya isn’t important. All I want is some info outta ya, and then I'll give you a nice quick death.”

Valentine shrunk more as Formaggio threw him into a glass bottle, and then grew just big enough to where he couldn’t get out of the bottle. Valentine tried to hit the sides of the bottle in an attempt to break out, but Formaggio shook it, making Valentine dazed.

“Hittin’ the bottle won’t work, you damn fool! You’re not even a few inches high, your fists wont do shit!”

Formaggio laughed as he dug around in his pants pocket, and pulled out a small animal. It was a cat. An extremely tiny cat.

“God, I’ve been plannin’ this torture method for months, and only now have I been able to execute it right.”

Formaggio stuck the cat into the bottle with Valentine, and the cat grew in size. Bigger than Valentine, but just small enough to still move around in the bottle itself.

“Cats love to hunt, and you’re a damn perfect meal for it.”

Valentine pushed his back up against the edge of the bottle, as the cat arched its back and approached him, ready to pounce on him and eat him.

“Mister Valentine, if ya don’t wanna get eaten by a cat, I'd suggest you start to spill everything you got to me. Like, y’know, what’s your friends Stand? What’s his name? What’s he like? What are his weaknesses?”

Valentine glared at Formaggio from inside the bottle,

“My morals are utterly unclouded,”

Valentine started, D4C manifesting next to him, just as tiny as he was.

“Which means I won’t tell a bleak soul like yourself a damn thing.”

Formaggio snarled,

“Suit yourself. I’ll find out anyway after you’re dead.”

The cat leaped at Valentine immediately, hissing, claws at the ready. Valentine slid underneath the cat and disappeared, the cats face slamming against the end of the bottle as it missed him. Formaggio blinked a few times and shook his head.

“Wh-What?!”

Formaggio looked around for Valentine in the bottle, trying to find out where he went.

“ Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap .”

A voice came from behind Formaggio, who jumped, not daring to look behind himself.

“That’s what I call my Stand, Mister Formaggio .”

Valentine was fully grown, back to his normal size, the slash mark that was inflicted on him by Little Feet having disappeared. Formaggio immediately turned around and quickly moved away from Valentine.

“What the Hell?! H-How did you reverse the effects of my Stand?!”

“I didn’t.”

Formaggio was shaken by the answer, having no idea what Valentine’s Stand was capable of. He didn’t care, and immediately brought Little Feet out again.

“Damn you! I’ll kill your cheeky ass!”

He yelled out in rage, Little Feet lunging forward and slashing at Valentine wildly. Valentine tried to use D4C to block as many of the slashes as he could, attempting to dodge any others. A scratch formed on Valentine’s face, as a small streak of blood ran down it. Formaggio smiled devilishly,

“Hah! I got you, you’re mine now!”

Valentine began to shrink again, and by instinct he ran past Formaggio, who reached out to grab him.

“It’s no use, you won’t get away from me so easily this time!”

He picked up Valentine, who yelled out one more time.

“Don’t try to yell, nobodies gonna come to save you, Mister Valentine! I have the last laugh now!”

Formaggio laughed loudly,

“I ain’t even gonna bother getting info out of ya anymore. I’ll just squish you right now!”

Valentine looked at him, stone faced. Formaggio seemed confused and frustrated.

“Hey! Why aren’t ya screaming or somethin’? Say something damnit!!”

He shook Valentine, who continued to glare at him.

“I don’t need to say anything, because I have someone who can speak for me.”

Formaggio heard a loud cough from behind him, staring face to face with Enrico and another Valentine. Formaggio let go of the smaller Valentine out of shock, who fell to the ground and ran off behind something.

“I was able to use D4C at the last second to try and get myself to you. I’m glad I had another Valentine to distract him for a while before he realized my ability.”

Valentine laughed,

“Who has the last laugh now?”

Formaggio had a scared look on his face, backing off immediately, stuck in a corner. Enrico took a step forward, and decided to be the one to ask questions.

“Formaggio, was it?”

He cleared his throat,

“Formaggio, I want you to answer us honestly. If you do, we’ll let you go off with a warning.”

Enrico got close to Formaggio and kneeled down,

“And if you don’t, I’m not afraid to use you as ransom to gain answers, understand?”