"In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king." -Desiderius Erasmus

unORDINARY x JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Crossover:

"My Unordinary, Bizarre Adventure"

Part 1: It's a Wonderful World

Wellston City. A small place to live, but by no means unwelcoming. It was home to a population of seventy thousand or so. It offered newcomers many options for a chance to start a new life. Some had taken to calling it the City of New Beginnings.

Sam preferred calling it the City of Rough Beginnings. When he arrived in Wellston City, it had been nothing short but unwelcoming. Between people treating him like shit and having no money, life was hard. Yet by some strange twist of fate, he had found himself in charge of a small coffee house near the school district of Wellston Private Academy.

It was a fairly modest establishment. It wasn't nearly as famous or prestigious as other coffee houses, but it did offer a wide selection of brews and cakes and such. Sam liked working here, especially since it was the man who saved his life who gave him this job in the first place. Of course, he was also forced to dress the part.

Not that he was complaining. The suit was pretty good, if he said so himself. It was more or less just a black vest over a button-up white shirt with a black tie, dress pants and dance shoes. Over his hands were tight-fitting black gloves with white designs resembling wings on the back. He was also rather average looking. Tanned skin, dark blue eyes and dishwater blonde hair and whatnot.

The day had been relatively slow for the most part. It was Monday, so business hours were in full swing right from the get go. Occasionally, he got a student wandering in for a quick cup of joe. He was in the middle of cleaning a cup when he heard the bell on his door ring, signaling the arrival of a new customer.

Looking over his shoulder, it was another student. Neat black hair, amber eyes and wearing a Wellston Private Academy uniform. "Yo." Sam greeted. "Haven't seen you in a while, John."

"Yeah..." John smiled thinly. He was one of his regulars, having taken an immediate liking to his coffee on his first visit, which had been a month after the shop was opened. "Been busy. Can I get a quick decaff to go?"

"Sure." Sam finished polishing the cup and set it aside before he went to work. The same motions as usual. Having eight months of experience had more or less made making coffee the same as breathing or writing. "So, what's been up with you lately? No offense, amigo, but you look like shit."

The student chuckled wryly, scratching his cheek. "It's been a hectic week. Gavin's really had it out for me ever since I humiliated him out in the hall the other day."

"What'd you do?"

"I tossed him out a window." Sam paused and stared at John. "All he had a was a dislocated shoulder. You'd be surprised how resilient some people are."

Oh, Sam could imagine, given what the world was like. In this world, everyone was born with some kind of super power. Those that weren't were the weak. The "crippled." In society, your power is what determines your worth. The more powerful you are, the more successful you shall be.

John was one of those unfortunate to be born without power. To the eyes of society, he was a "cripple."

Perhaps it was because of his status that John managed to find some form of friendship with Sam, for he too was also a "cripple" in the eyes of society. Those without an Ability.

Sam didn't care much for the rules society had in place, much less their overall view on people like him. All he cared about was getting through the day with relatively normal events playing out. He hated when things spiraled out of his control, as it usually made for some unnecessary work.

Speaking of unnecessary work, it was almost time for his full-time job. The boss was going to want to have a word with him in the evening. Something about a "rowdy customer," or somewhere along those lines.

For now, Sam just focused on his work. Finished, he handed John his coffee. The golden-eyed boy took a swift swig and immediately let out a content sigh. "Best coffee ever." he said happily. "You know, you really should franchise this stuff!"

"No thanks." Sam replied. "Fine with my job as is. Besides, my boss would be having a stroke if he found out I left."

"Whatever floats your boat, man. See you around!"

With that, John left the store, leaving Sam alone. Already, the dishwater blonde was back to work as he glanced at the clock, realizing that some of his regulars would be here. Rolling up his sleeves and tugging on his gloves, he pulled a clip out from his pocket and pulled back his hair, keeping his bangs from falling into his eyes.

Making coffee was serious business, after all.

~ Eyes of Heaven ~

It was midday when a gathering of powerful individuals met. The room was darkened, sans for only a few lamps. Standing like sentinels next to the only entrances into the room, including the vents, were men dressed in sharp suits and stony, rugged features. These men were built for combat, muscles clearly visible beneath their suits. Some were standing like imposing giants, looking ready for combat at a moment's notice.

However, these figures were not the focus. Rather, the focus were the three people sitting in a semi-circle.

To the fart left, sitting on a wood chair, was a man in his mid thirties, wearing a red button up shirt with a black coat hanging off his shoulders and dark dress pants and dance shoes. He was certainly a handsome fellow, having a sharp face with a roguish charm to it, added by the slit-shaped scar over his left eye. His right eye was cobalt blue, and his dark brown hair was pulled back into a long ponytail.

To the right was an older man, somewhere between fifty and sixty, wearing a jet black suit with a dark gray dress shirt and black-and-white stripped tie. His cheeks were sunken and his eyes were slanted, showing off the dark red irises. His fading gray hair was swept back. His shriveled hands held his cane firmly. Though he looked like an old man, there was a certain air of danger to him, as if crossing this man was the last thing you wanted.

By far the younger of the three was the last individual, who sat comfortably in a velvet red sofa with her legs crossed. She was a gorgeous woman, possessing an hourglass figure with curvy hips and a sizable bust, emphasized by the gracious view of her cleavage that was shown. She wore a black skirt that came down to her knees with fishnet stocking, complete with navy blue stiletto heels. A crimson button-up shirt hugged her upper body tightly while a black heavy jacket sat over her shoulders. A silver ring sat on the middle finger of her left hand, while her right hand held a cigarette betwixt her fingers. Her amethyst eyes were sharp and clear, almost unnaturally so, while her snow white hair fell to her shoulders.

"It's been a while since the last time the three of us were brought together." the many with the ponytail said with a grin, propping his feet on the coffee table. "Last time we were here was when that whole New Bostin fiasco cropped up."

Archipelago! Age, 35! The leader of a small group of elite-tier individuals that rule over the East Side! Once, he was a low-tier street urchin who stole to get by! As the years went on, he became involved in the underbelly of Wellston City, and he eventually rose to the ranks! He now rules over the East Side, as a high-tier of considerable power! There are few who know of his name and his "Fall Out Boys!"

The old gentleman smiled wryly. "It's been a while since that incident passed. Such trouble, that was." he remarked. "Between the fallout at the school and the unruly brats who thought they were taking a page from a brat's book and trying to start a revolt, it was certainly a trying time. It almost made me want to retire."

Archipelago laughed, throwing his head back. "You? Retire? Sorry, old man, but it'll be a cold day in hell before that happens! After all, the little shits need to be reminded every now and then who The War Hound is to keep 'em in line!"

War Hound! Age, 68! Despite his old age, he is feared and respected by all in the West Side of Wellston City! When he was born into the world, the world was different! Those with powers fought not out of superiority, but out of survival! He fought, tooth and nail, and now he stands above the rest! The "A-SEE/D-SEE Protection Company" maintains order in the West Side, and those who break the rules will find themselves neck-deep in the grave!

War Hound's lips curved upward. Then he tilted his head to the young woman. "So then, what brings us here? If it was just either myself or Arch, I assume it would have to be some signifance. For all of the Three to be brought here..."

"There's been a bit of the uproar in the Brandish District." the woman said, leaning back as she took a drag of her cigarette. "Up until recently, it had been relatively quiet. That is, until some rowdy brat called Waldo starting causing a ruckus. He's been terrorizing the low-tiers, as well as trying to rally the mid to elite-tiers under his banner."

Archipelago raised an eyebrow. "Waldo… I think I remember the name. Some pissant who tried to get ahead of the competition not too long ago. Last I checked, wasn't he a mid-tier? Or at the very least a shitty low-tier?"

"Can't say I remember. Memory's none too good these days." War Hound answered. "Still, I doubt it's of any concern. I find it hard to believe you'd feel pressured by such an ant."

"I'm not. I'm more annoyed than anything. To the point, however. Archipelago is correct: up until recently, Waldo was a mid-tier, but after a meeting with an executive from NXGen, he suddenly rose into becoming an elite-tier. With in the span of two months."

"Wait, two months?" The young male dropped his feet, leaning forward. "That's not possible. You don't just grow to become an elite-tier. It takes you years to hone and strengthen your ability. No one can increase their Ability in two months."

"NXGen..." War Hound hummed. "Interesting. I'll have someone look into it. Still, we can't have an upstart running amok. Shall I take care of it for you, madame?"

The woman smirked. "No need. I have my cute little bouncer doing the work for me."

"Seriously?" Archipelago said, feeling a little sorry for the poor bastard. "Kind of overkill, don't you think?"

~ Eyes of Heaven ~

The shop had closed up for the night, but Sam had not been allowed to rest. His boss had called and filled him in on the details. The rowdy customer in Brandish had been up to no good for whatever reason, terrorizing the low-tiers and whatnot.

In all honesty, Sam just wanted to go back to his apartment and sleep, but a job was a job. He found it odd that someone would spend so much time harassing low-tiers when they could be doing something a hell of a lot more productive. Some people must have the oddest past times.

'Still, this place is pretty nice.' Sam noted with a small smile as he walked through the streets of Brandish. 'Maybe a little empty at night, though. Maybe I can ask the boss to help spruce the place up a bit. Maybe open up shop here too, when we get some more workers and all that.'

The Brandish District, one of the more unruly parts of the Central Ward!

Wellston City is divided into three districts! The East Side, ruled by Archipelago's "Fall Out Boys!" The West Side, ruled by the War Hound's "A-SEE/D-SEE Protection Company!" And finally, the Central Ward! Currently, two rival gangs are vying for control of the Central Ward: the "Men in Black" and the "Nickel Backs!"

Commonly in districts like Brandish, low-tiers are treated with disdain and suffer harsh brutality! One of the big players here is Waldo, an elite-tier Ability user who rules with an iron fist!

Tonight, however, he will soon be dethroned!

As he walked through the empty streets, Sam came to a stop when he noticed three or four people suddenly emerge from alleyway behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he noted how they all looked the part of stereotypical thugs. Hoodies, beanies, ratty dingy clothes. Rugged faces.

And asshole-looking.

"Really? Coming out of an alley?" Sam asked as he turned around, one hand in his pocket and the other dangling by his side. "Don't you people have anything better to do?"

"Look at this a'hole." one of them said with a sneer. "Dressed up, all nice and fancy. Got somewhere to be, suits?"

"Yeah, actually. Looking for someone. A guy named Waldo." That got a lot of attention from the thugs. Everyone looked at one another, as if surprised before they looked at Sam with narrowed eyes. "Look. I get it. You don't like people asking questions. But my boss wants a talk with your boss."

"And who is your boss?"

"Can't say." he answered. Immediately, the thugs' eyes began to glow. "I take it you don't like the answer?" Some raised their fists, energy coiling around them. Others just looked to brawl. Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair before he leveled an even glare at them. "Alright… Hard way it is. Wish you idiots would just make things simple for me."

~ Eyes of Heaven ~

Waldo. Age, 35! Formerly little more than a mid-tier, who struggled to survive in the rat hole that was the Brandish District, he has grown into a monster. His power is unrivaled here, and few dare to challenge him! Even high-tiers would hesitate, but it is not out of fear. No! It is out of wary, for there is no fearsome opponent than one who's sanity has dropped considerably!

No one knows how or why Waldo was able to increase his power in such a short amount of time, but the effects had not done any wonders for his sanity!

Easily agitated, aggressive, violent… All of these make up his new personality! A ruthless tyrant, one who has become a thorn in the side of The Three!

To say that Waldo was becoming increasingly unhinged would be something of an understatement.

Initially, when he returned to the Brandish District and revealed that his power had increased significantly, many saw how dangerous he became. At first, his power was used to fight for his fellow mid-tiers. An ideal that had not lasted long. As the weeks went by, his attacks and subsequent counteroffensives became increasingly violent. Some found themselves serious wounded, others being carted off to a hospital.

Waldo was a nobody, as far as the powerful and influential individuals in the Central Ward were concerned. Even now, he was inconsequential, but his actions were quickly becoming a nuisance. He was like a wild dog, attacking anyone he saw as a threat, or an opportunity to relieve some of this newfound pent up anger. The Three had taken notice, and soon, whether it would by their action or by the action of the rival gangs.

The Nickel Backs had more than enough beef with Waldo. Though most of their numbers comprised of elite and high-tiers, they valued their comrades. Even the low-tiers who had been caught in the line of fire. The Men in Black, however, simply wanted to gain control of the Central Ward out of profit. Extortion and the like. To them, Waldo was an obstacle that had to be removed.

The boss of the Three realized that, if the situation didn't resolve soon, then there would be a three-way brawl. Which, of course, would lead to heavy casualties. That was the last thing anyone wanted. To that end, she sent in her best.

Her "bouncer."

Sam had found himself filling this role for the last six months. Ever since she learned of what he could do and his circumstances. At first, she took him in and helped him get on his feet when he arrived at Wellston City. Then they learned of his newfound skillset, and she brought him into the fold.

Underground dealings. Criminal activties. Illegal stuff that Sam knew would get him into loads of trouble, if it weren't for the fact that the world was based around the idea of Social Darwinism. The police turned a blind eye to them, because they were just far too powerful. Opposing a group that was the honest to god mafia was the same as poking at a seriously pissed off lioness protecting her cubs.

At first, he didn't appreciate his job. But he eventually came to learn that everything had a price. Him being in the boss' debt was one such price. So he sucked it up, and put himself to work.

Getting the information he needed was easy enough. Those ideas just sung like jailbirds when push came to shove. There was no loyalty. Just fear. They followed Waldo because they were terrified out of their minds. It was easier to side with the guy with the bigger stick than it was to be beaten by it.

The building that Waldo was hold up looked disheveled. It looked like it was about ready to fall apart. Rubble and steel beams and whatnot. The front entrance was one of those sliding glass doors, but the glass had long since been smashed, leaving behind only jagged remains.

"Why is it that the bad guy's lair is always in desperate need of house cleaning?" Sam wondered to himself before he stepped inside Waldo's base of operations.

The lobby of what used to be an impressive hotel had long since fallen into dismay. Sofas became rotten beds for bugs. The pristine floor dirty with dust, dried blood and rubble. The roof had holes and chunks of concrete sticking out. Off to the side, the half-destroyed remains of an elevator poked out through the mangled doors.

In the center of it all was Waldo, who sat on top of a pile of trash and concrete chunks and rubble. The man looked haggard, sunken cheeks and a gaunt face with dark rings. His hair was messy and unkempt, yet somehow managed to have a professional look, albeit messy. The first two buttons of his button up were undone, his tie was crooked, his pants were wrinkled and his sleeves were torn.

At first, Waldo didn't seem to notice Sam. The dishwater blonde looked at him with some skepticism, carefully approaching the pile of rubble. Eventually, the man spoke up. "I thought I told you idiots I didn't want to be bothered."

"Sorry. Didn't get the memo." Sam said cheekily. Waldo raised his head, somewhat surprised to see a fresh face. "You Waldo?"

"Who wants to know?"

"The Three want you out of here. Now." he said simply. Waldo didn't answer at first. Whether it was because of the bluntness Sam demonstrated or the fact that he casually mentioned the Three was up in the air. "I don't like having to fight, but if you won't go quietly, I won't have much of a choice."

Waldo narrowed his eyes. He soaked in Sam's appearance, sneering before he hopped down from his makeshift throne of garbage. "I have no idea who you are, you little brat, but you are in no room to be making demands." he said as he raised a hand. His eyes glowed, almost like fire while something shimmered around his arms. It looked as if the air around it was rippling. "And frankly, I don't care. I'm in a bad mood as is. Either you get out, or I beat you to within an inch of your life."

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Dude, don't make my job any harder than it is."

"Che! Acting so confident! You must have some kind of ability if you can waltz right up in here like you own the place!"

"I don't have an Ability. I'm a cripple."

Waldo was stunned for a moment. He looked at the barista in disbelief before his face contorted. Laughter erupted from his throat as he threw his head back. "Are you serious?! Y-you don't have an Ability?! I take that back! Your a suicidal little shit!" When he faced Sam again, there was a murderous glare in his eyes. The glow intensified, and a strange humming rung in Sam's ears. "I'm gonna enjoy seeing you turned to paste!"

Sam frowned and opened his mouth to speak. Waldo wouldn't allow it. He threw his arm forward, creating a wave of sound that ripped apart the ground. Concrete and debris were sent flying into the air. The shockwave of sound struck where Sam was, creating a giant plume of smoke. But Waldo, having already been in a bad mood, wanted to make absolutely sure that the brat was dead. He threw his arms again and again, sending streams of shockwaves, one after another.

"Die!" he screamed with a mad cackle. "Die die die!"

With each successful blow, the lobby continued to be torn apart. The destruction begin to spread outside. The front entrance was obliterated. Steel was ripped apart and mangled. Bricks and stone were shattered and turned into small pieces of rubble. By the time Waldo had finished his onslaught of attacks, there was a gigantic hole where the entrance to his base of operations was. The ground looked as if it had been gouged it or ripped apart with a knife.

Such was the power Waldo had been given. Or rather, the power he always had.

The power of his "Shockwave!"

Shockwave! An Ability that sends powerful waves of force! Through unknown means of amplification, it is capable of tearing apart concrete and stone with incredible ease! If such attacks were used on a human being with no resistance whatsoever, they would surely be mangled and torn apart by the resulting blast! The closer the shockwave is, the more damage the target will receive!

There was no sign of Sam. Not a shred of clothing. No blood splatters or torn flesh. Nothing. Not that Waldo expected there would be, but he had hoped there would be a shred of him left to use as a warning.

"That's what you get for pissing me off." Waldo snickered.

Someone chuckled behind him. "I'll say. You've got one hell of a hair trigger." Waldo froze for a second before he looked over his shoulder. Sam stared back at him with a smile on his face. "And guess what? Your five seconds are up."

"Wh-"

"『 Over Heaven 』!"

"MUDA!"

A powerful punch, far stronger than anything Waldo had ever felt, knocked him upward. An unseen force had knocked him right into the air, right where he was helpless. In a helpless daze, he stared at Sam who raised a hand at him, as if he were the one who struck despite not being near him or within striking range. With a flick, he closed his hand and tightened it into a fist.

And then came Waldo's end in the form of an endless barrage of punches.

"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!"

"MU~DA~!"

A final strike sent Waldo flying out into the street, where he bounced helplessly like a ragdoll and into another building on the other side. His body smashed straight into the wall, leaving behind an indenture that perfectly matched his size. His body was utterly destroyed. Tiny craters the size of large fists had been drilled into his body. Every bone in his body had been broken beyond measure. If he were still somehow alive, he would never again be able to fight.

To anyone who might have witnessed this one-sided slaughter, Sam had not even so much as laid a finger on him.

In this world, everyone is born with a power. Those who do not are known as "cripples!" People who were not born with an Ability! Society itself has adhered to the philosophy of Social Darwinism! Those with strength shall survive, and the weak will be weeded out!

However…!

In truth, unseen to all, there was a ghostly figure standing beside Sam, wielding two smoking fists. It was a tall, and a very muscular figure. It wore a headpiece covering its face to below the place of its nose, slanting at a steep angle from the base of its forehead to a peak situated above the rear of its head by half its height, leaving the face of an inverted triangle visible to the front.

It wore a small, simple twin diving cylinders on its back, connecting via short, twin-ridged cables to the rear of its mask; secured by thick, ridged or puffered straps running from the rear of its waist over both its shoulders to its front. The back of both of its hands bore the shape of a simple clock face. Its chin, the base of its abdomen, its crotch and its knees were all topped by heart shapes. There were plates on its shins, and its footwear bore curved, sharply-pointed toes.

A figure composed entirely of silver, with dark, angry gray eyes.

There exists another power! The personification of one's fighting spirit and life force! The power to battle given physical form! It's name is "the Stand!"

This Stand, in another world, was once used by a powerful vampire! It was known as "The World!" In this world, in the hands of this bouncer, it is called by another name!

"Over Heaven!"

Sam shook his head as he tugged on his gloves, Over Heaven receding into him. "Buena pena..."

It is said that the only person capable of defeating a God-tier Ability user is another God-tier Ability user! And the only thing capable of defeating a Stand is another Stand!

Therefore, in a world of Abilities…

The Stand is King!