Chapter 2: The Smell of Propane

Hank returned home late that night. His clothes were soaked with oil and Joe Jack and Mr. Strickland had already left. "Where have you been, and why are you covered in oil?" Peggy, Hank's wife, asked him in an agitated manner. "Well you see I ran into a little problem. Joe Jack found a large hole filled to the oil, and let's just say the next time I see that bastard, I'm gonna kick his ass!" "What is that supposed to mean?" Peggy asked in a demanding voice. "Look, I'll tell you about it later, I'm just wanna take a shower and go to bed." And with that, Hank ended his bizarre day.

Hank woke up to something he didn't expect: he could smell propane, and it was a thick scent. Hank took a deep breath, enjoying the smell. His exposure to the clean, cooking gas had gotten him use to the smell. He snapped out of it, as it was unusual for him to smell this much propane at once. "Hey Peggy," Hank called out to his wife, "make sure you don't light anything, I think there is a propane leakage!" Hank exited his room to look for the source. He smelled around to see where the smell was at its thickest, but there was no give. He went outside to see if it smelled out there, and it did. No matter where he was that smell remained. He had to find the source, or else his house would be in danger of combustion.

Hank walked the street that connected his house to his neighbors', but the smell persisted. Then someone yelled out to Hank. "Hey you!" Hank got closer to the man; he was of average height and was fairly thin. Was stood out to hank was the vast amounts of black and white makeup spread across his body. He almost looked like a clown. "Where's the arrow?" he asked in an almost jokingly matter. "Who the hell even are you, are you the one behind all of the propane in the air?" Hank asked him. "My name is Violent J Dip, and I don't know what you mean. Propane, I could only smell it when you got near me. But that's beside the point, what I'm after is the arrow, and I know you've seen it. You were with Jotaro Kujo, thus you're involved."

"Look, I don't have the arrow. Somebody had already taken it when I was talking to Jotaro." Hank's hand started to twist out of nowhere. The pain was excruciating. "Don't worry, your hand is fine, you're just feeling the effect of it being twisted at 500°!" He let out an insane laugh, one which could be heard throughout the block. "Even if you can't give me any information about the arrow, torturing you will be fun, thanks to my stand 'Insane Clown Posse'!"

To the right of the man, hank could see an entity with a jester like top and a spherical body like a football. Arms starting from the top protruded downwards and markings ran down its body, giving it a stylized look. "What in hell is that?" Hank yelled in a whimpered voice. "Oh, so you can see my Insane Clown Posse, which means you've been stabbed by the arrow and likely have a stand yourself. Come on, show it to me!" "I don't know what that is," said Hank. "Well, more fun for me!" said the man.

A great jolt of pain appeared in Hank's neck; His head had started to twist and breathing problems started to occur. Hank coughed, almost tearing up at the severe pain. Soon after his torso followed suit, twisting at odd angles, giving unimaginable pain. Hank had just about had enough. He stood up as best as he could, but the twists and turn were hindering his ability to do so. Hank turned a few degrees to the left in order to look Violent in the eye. He felt rage course through his veins. "I don't know what a stand is, I and I certainly don't know why you want that arrow, but when I look at your face, I'm filled with the urge to kick your ass!" A large explosion of propane exploded around Hank. A massive, human-like entity, with bulging muscles and a head shaped like a propane canister came out of Hank's body. The stranger lost his grip on Hank's neck, making his breathing more clear.

The stand's hulking body approached Violent, creating rumbles in the ground. The man got up and attempted to run away, but Hank's stand was too fast. Holding Violent by the neck, Hank looked him dead in the eye, and at moment's notice, the stand cried out furiously, pummeling Violent's thin frame at rapid fire. "H'WHAT H'WHAT H'WHAT H'WHAT H'WHAT H'WHAT H'WHAT H'WHAT H'WHAT H'WHAT! BUUUUUH!" Violent's body flew through the air, crashing into a neighbor's house. Hank took a breath in and out; his face was red. The stand faded back into Hank's body. "So this is called a stand? Mighty interesting, I guess I'll give it a name. How about Propane Nightmare?"