Oh boy, I'm back. I'm sure every last one of you are incredibly excited. So, when I said the year was 2000, that was a ruff estimate. It has to take place after Golden Wind, but before existence was reset in Stone Ocean. So that's a range of ten years. After looking into this, I have decided I will completely disregard dates. I would like to say that this is the final chapter of this Stand discovery arc, so expect a trip to Italy soon. Well, enjoy the story noobs. Ooflord21000 out.

Circus Baby's Pizza World

William's P.O.V

I probably should not have introduced the Flesh Monster to Remnant. The thing appears to have turned this gathering into a rave. The last thing I had wanted to see today was Nightmare Chica's Endoskeleton.

Since this event has gone to hell, I may as well head back up to my room. The Elevator ride was incredibly boring. The old janky thing was slower than Funtime Freddy's reaction time, and all it ever played was some remix of a Handy Unit saying 'exotic butters'. It wasn't a bad song, but it always got stuck in my head. The worst part was that I couldn't stop it, I had already ripped the speaker out about a year ago, and it still played. Scary.

The Keter class speaker thing wasn't my main concern at the moment. My main concern was the multiple fights I could see throughout the building. My eyes were hooked up to the security cameras, allowing me to witness the amount of cover stories I was going to have to cook up. At least everyone was testing out there new Stands.

I decided to head directly up to the roof in order to have some peace. The elevator passed by the first and second floor, stopping at the floor titled 'space', I really shouldn't let Ennard name things anymore. The doors quickly opened, allowing the stupidly cold air to rush past and through me. I will never understand why Lizy enjoys the feeling so much.

I walked out of the elevator, ready to defy God by staring directly into the sun. my staring was interrupted by numerous gunshots erupting from behind me, bullets tearing into my suit. This was very unfortunate, now my organs would start bleeding again. I still have no idea how the five and a half organs I have left still have blood left in them. Turning around I was greeted by the sight of a red toy plane of sorts.

Why did I choose to live in America? Stupid American's, tricking out their toy planes with machine guns. The plane opened fire on me again, the bullets tearing into my suit. That wasn't important though, what was important was locating the pilot. I found the pilot of the plane in the form of a well hidden boy.

Kids dress so weird these days, this one was dressed up in what can only be described as a 't-shirt with no brim'. In Front of the person's eye was some sort of floating eye covering. It had a matching paint job to the plain, so I'll just assume that it's a controller. Then again, when have I needed an excuse to kill a child? I bring those little demons in like a hunter would forest chickens.

I turned in their direction, and quiet aggressively at that, as the bullets peppering me were adding to my momentum. I walked forward, now most would say I was walking to be intimidating, but this wasn't the case. I just didn't have a knee joint in my left leg, making it hard to walk, and impossible to run.

The stupid plane was getting really annoying. It wasn't even firing at me consistently, it was just flying around and occasionally firing a burst. As if reading my mind, the plane seemed to change tactics. It turned around and flew straight at me, I truly wasn't expecting a kamikaze. Once the plane got close, I grabbed it by the wings. This definitely wasn't a normal toy plane, it was flying forwards with a surprising amount of force.

Perhaps this plane wasn't actually a plane, maybe it was Stand. What kind of soul do you have to have to make your Stand a plane? This thing better be named plane. In other news, the plane was currently winning the engagement. Are my joints really that out of date? Maybe I do need to upgrade them.

It would seem that the plane's propellers were beginning to dig into my suit. Changing my plan, I elbowed the plane off to the side, I then ripped a sharp piece of metal out of my suit. The plane was quick to return to it's assault. One it got close to me, I slammed the piece of metal into one of the wings.

This act quickly proved that it was a Stand, as the piece of metal bent. The plane didn't seem to appreciate this, as it banked off to the side. There was however, a small piece of it left behind. This small piece was shaped like a bomb. Strangely, the bomb looking thing seemed to be expanding.

This entire exchange ended with the entire bottom half of my suit being sent to the next state over, and now my Endoskeleton seems to be burnt. This explosion had given me the cover of smoke. I continued my hobble in the direction of the Stand user, ready to turn them into a paste on my roof. My walk was interrupted by the feeling of bullets driving into my back. This is going to be a terrible night…

How could the kid still see me? I was perfectly hidden, I should be undetectable. It must have something to do with the strange controller the kid had in front of their eye. I've just about had enough of this, at this rate I was going to have to replace parts of my endoskeleton. If only my own Stand could hurry up and manifest.

I decided to cut my losses and jab the piece of metal I had in my hand into my knee. The thing could stabilize my leg long enough for me to run forwards, and run I did. I jumped out of the cloud of smoke, the boy narrowly avoiding me. If I can stay close to him, he won't be able to shoot at me, due to the risk of hitting himself.

I ripped a pipe off the side of the building, bringing it to my side. I then charged at the boy. The kid was surprisingly good at dodging my attacks. He was small and nimble, allowing him to dodge under my attacks. He was still occasionally firing a few rounds at me as well. This was really starting to get annoying.

"Why won't you go down!?" the boy yelled out as he sent another few rounds into my skull. "I could ask you the same thing brat." I said as I missed yet another swing of my pipe. The battery of the suit was already dangerously close to melting down, with all of these bullets, it was a wonder I wasn't leaking battery acid.

The boy changed his tactics yet again. He jumped back as he sent his plane to charge into me yet again. Not being able to turn fast enough, I was knocked off of the side of the building. Once I hit the ground, I felt my left arm snap, leaving it useless. Good thing I was right handed. The boy jumped down with me, his landing being far smoother than mine.

I had been separated from the pipe, so I ripped off the broken arm. I then charged at the boy again. The boy seemed to have been thrown off by my arm removal, so I was able to hit him for once. The boy's Stand suddenly came flying out of nowhere, with a brand new bomb just for me.

The bomb was sent straight into my chest cavity, right in between the remains of my lungs. I quickly jammed my hand into my chest, ripping out the bomb and chucking it. The plane flew by me once again , the propeller taking off one of my long ears.

At this rate, I was just going to have to build a new Spring Bonnie suit. A flash came from beside me, it was the flash of the boy grabbing a hand gun. The boy fired at one of my eyes, shattering the piece of glass. I jumped full force at the boy, managing to grab one of his arms. I then proceeded to do the most convenient thing at that moment. I bit onto the arm.

The springlock suits always had one thing superior to the newer models, springlock suits had a far better bite force. I was able to bite cleanly through the boy's arm, barely missing the bone. The boy let out a rather loud shriek. The plane quickly slammed into the back of my head, knocking me away. I was then hit by another barrage of bullets, killing off my other eye, leaving me blind.

I would have used my other senses to find the boy, but I couldn't hear him right due to my missing ear, and I couldn't smell him right, because hit blood was splattered all over my face. I now had to rely on my sixth sense, which I almost never used. I could barely tell where I was with my sixth sense, but it was enough.

I charged in the direction I had last seen him, but he wasn't there. I could feel something flying towards me, another bomb. This one detonated mid air, burning my suit off of my arm. I retaliated by spinning, sending pieces of molten metal flying every which way. I seemed to have hit my target as the boy yet out yet another scream.

More bullets slammed into me. I then heard heavily distorted footsteps running away in every direction. It would seem that the boy had escaped. Now that this event is over, I have to find the door...