A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for checking out my new JoJo fic! Truth be told, this was a long time coming; I've thought for a while about writing a JoJo fanfiction, and have considered various ideas for Stands that I could use, but I only wrote this a few days ago; what with the whole virus situation and the widespread quarantine, I've seen an opportunity to do 3 things: play video games, watch anime, and write. So far, I've done plenty of video games, finished the JoJo anime (the day before uploading, to be specific) and finished all 3 Himegoto mangas (it's actually a pretty good series, the anime is on Crunchyroll and Youtube, and you should find the manga on most free manga websites/apps (if you read the manga, read the Waai! one first, then Comic Rex and then Febri, and read Himegoto Plus whenever you really want, that way the story makes sense)). But I only really thought about writing midway through last week, and I decided I would just start writing a JoJo fic and see where I could take it.

The reason I wanted to upload this today is that today is actually my birthday, and I wanted to do something for that. This isn't the most polished thing I've ever uploaded, but I've proofread it and made a couple of changes since originally writing it, and I think it's OK. Not the greatest opening I could have written, but hey-ho, I had a deadline and stuck to it.

If anybody has ideas for a Stand I could include or a character I could write in, please do PM me, as I would love to include some of your ideas (also, it's surprisingly hard to come up with unique Stands, give them cool names, and figure out a way for them to be both powerful enough to stand against the heroes' stands, and yet keep it balanced enough for it to make sense when the heroes inevitably beat them). Also, if you can think of a better title for the series, please tell me, because I frankly think the current one is kinda stupid.

I guess that's enough of me talking for now, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the first of a new series!

Jack was a fairly lively teenager. 17 years old, tall, with pale skin and piercing blue eyes. People generally thought well of him and spoke to him kindly in school, but there was no-one who would really consider themself his friend. His hobbies included playing the piano and video games, and he went running often.

Why do you need this information? The truth is, you don't. But it typically helps to have some normal details before you are sent into such a bizarre story.

This story began on a day like any other. Summer was approaching, and Jack had walked into school as he normally did. After stopping by his locker to collect his books, and a few quiet greetings to some classmates, he walked into his first class. Chemistry. But something was different. A boy he had never seen followed his usual teacher through the painted door. He was of average height, with an average complexion and a normal voice. The only thing that caused him to stand out was the unzipped parka and leather gloves he wore over his school uniform, and his untamed, shoulder-length hair. He introduced himself abruptly, as Charlie, from the south, whose family had to move here due to work, before being directed to a seat by the teacher. It could have been any of the available seats, but he sat in the one beside Jack, presumably because it was close. Immediately, Jack extended a friendly handshake (as he had been taught by his family), which was quickly returned..

"Nice to meet you, what's your name?" He spoke kindly, but something about the student seemed off to Jack. As if he emitted a rather standoffish aura, one that invited a physical fight and was yet above such things. Jack retracted his hand quickly once it was released, as if he feared Charlie would bite it off.

"Jack." he said. "You want me to show you around the school after class?"

"Sure."

"OK, class." The teacher's shrill, Irish voice cut through the air. "Today, we're learning about nitriles and amines. Does anyone know what these are?"

Jack looked at the wooden desk in front of him. Usually, he was able to answer these questions, and was the star student in his Chemistry class. But he'd never heard of these. A loud sigh came from beside him. He looked up to see Charlie's hand raised, with a kind of obnoxious confidence in himself.

"A nitrile is an organic compound that contains a cyano functional group with a triple bond between the carbon and nitrogen atoms. An amine is an organic compound that contains a basic nitrogen with a lone pair." The teacher's eyes widened in surprise, and she placed her coffee on the table slowly.

"That's exactly right! I think you're a perfect fit for this class!" Jack placed his chin on his palm. He was used to being top of all his classes, but that seemed likely to change. It wasn't as if he was jealous though; a little healthy competition was a good thing to him.

When the bell went to signify the end of class, Jack watched Charlie pack his things into his bag. Everything was placed very deliberately, as if he had spent hours thinking over the optimum placement for his materials. To Jack's surprise, everybody in the class had a few words with Charlie (mostly. "Goodbye", or "See you next class"), as if he was good friends with them all, even though he had never met them before.

"You said you would show me around?" Much to Jack's relief, Charlie didn't seem to care that Jack was outright staring at him. Or is he just being polite?

"Y-yeah, just let me pack my stuff." Jack haphazardly placed his things in his bag, now feeling a little embarrassed by the disorder and chaos that would be slung across his back. "Alright, I'll show you around A block first."

Charlie seemed quietly amused by every room he was shown, like a gruff father to his daughter's artwork. Jack asked him questions intermittently, such as "What subjects are you studying?" and "What do you do for fun?". These were met with a short answer, then continued silence. However, whenever Jack asked anything that related to his family, he didn't speak at all, and instead looked out of a nearby window or at a wall-mounted display until the topic was changed.. He was sure most people would just believe he was simply avoiding the questions, but Jack could feel an increasing intensity from the new student with every one, as if he was slowly tipping over an edge.

"Finally, this is the music classroom. Not much here, but I like to play the piano here sometimes when I want to relax."

"You seem like the type who hangs around with a bunch of friends."

"Nah, I'm not really into that kind of thing. I'm not really a social person, anyway…" Jack trailed off as he noticed Charlie approach the piano. A polished upright, made of dark brown wood. Charlie's fingers met the keys, and they began to play. Jack recognised the song as Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, a song that he could play himself. But something about the movement of Charlie's slender digits mesmerised him.

"You said you play piano, right?" Charlie said in an almost accusatory tone.

"O-oh, yeah."

"Play." Stepping away from the instrument, Charlie beckoned for Jack to play. Something about the way he was told made him move without thinking. He sat on the stool, and flexed his fingers. He wasn't entirely sure what to play. As his mind finally settled on a piece, his fingers moved downwards, but before he could play, a quiet yet intrusive voice interrupted.

"Excuse me, I don't think you're allowed to be in here if you're not in class." Jack turned to see a teacher he had never seen before. Maybe he was a trainee? He had a round face, with short hair and an almost fur-like beard on his neck.

"Actually, Mrs Clarke lets me-"

"Mrs Clarke isn't in at the moment. I'm looking after the music department, and I would rather you weren't in here."

"Sorry, I-I guess I'll-"

"With all due respect, sir," said Charlie, in a voice that was calm, yet assertive. "Can't you just let us stay here? I'm new here, and I would appreciate it if you let Jack here help me settle."

"You're the new boy, eh?" The teacher gave him a long look, as if examining him. "My name is Mr Appleton. I appreciate that it can be difficult to fit into a new school, but staying in here won't help you adjust." He extended a pair of hairy - no, furry - hands that gripped each student by the shoulder to guide them out. "And take your jacket off, it's nearly the summer." Charlie pulled his shoulder away from the teacher's grip, gave Jack a quick wave, and walked out. Almost immediately, he was greeted by other students, and they walked away from the classroom. Jack felt a tinge of loneliness, and began to exit the classroom.

As he stood up, Jack could feel the same kind of aura from Mr Appleton that he felt from Charlie. Except it wasn't angry, it was hungry. He was slightly worried by this, but left the classroom silently without giving it a second thought.

Later that day, Jack stood outside classroom B-5, waiting for his Maths lesson to begin. The hallways, usually populated by energetic, younger students, were empty. None of his classmates were there, either. Jack checked his timetable for the third time to make sure he was at the right lesson, peeked into the classroom to see if anyone was there, and sighed. No sign of anybody. Was this some kind of joke, or did he space out during some important announcement last Maths lesson.

The sound of hard-heeled shoes hitting the polished vinyl floor caught Jack's attention. He looked up to identify the source. His teacher? Any teacher? Or a classmate?

No, no and no, he thought to himself. It was Mr Appleton. He gave Jack a sly look before speaking.

"What are you doing outside at this time? It's five minutes after class has started." This was spoken in the same manner in which a person would speak to a lost 7-year-old.

"No-one's turned up to class, sir-"

"Then you go to the office and ask, my boy." As Mr Appleton approached, Jack nodded, not wanting to speak to this teacher any longer, and took a step in the direction of the office. But he felt the same grip on his shoulder as before. This time it was tighter. "Skiving will carry sanctions, boy." During this last sentence, the teacher gave off the same hungry aura as before. But it was stronger.

Jack turned to see some kind of appendage extend from around the teacher's armpit, coiling around Jack's shoulder and creeping up his neck. Before he could shout for help, it latched onto his face, shutting his mouth. Instinctively, Jack tried to swat it away. It had no effect, but the action seemed to cause fear in the teacher's eyes.

"Y-you can…" Mr Appleton's voice faltered. "You can see it?" This sentence only confused Jack more. "You can see my Stand?"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story! If you like it, go ahead and follow/favourite it, and if there's anything I could add or improve, PM me or add it in a review. Again, if you have an idea for a good title, please tell me, as I would really appreciate it. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!