(A/N: Man, writer's block is a real bitch, ain't it?)

It had been about a week since Melvin nearly killed Jordan, and Jordan punched him out of a window. Since then, Jordan hadn't made any more effort to reach out to people in the school. The enthusiasm he brought with him the first day that he built up over the summer had vanished.

Jordan was making his way to the back of the school for lunch. He knew that the people around these tables won't be interested in talking to him. Then someone called out his name.

"Hey, Jordan!"

Jordan turned to the voice. And sitting on top of a table was a kid in a jean jacket and sunglasses. His name was Donny Falcon, which Jordan knew on account of the fact that he spoke about himself in third person before.

Donny Falcon strolled over to Jordan, leaving his crew at the table. "So you got a stand, right?"

"...Wha-"

"Woah!" Donny put a hand on Jordan's shoulder, "Relax, man. You looked like you were gonna lose it when I said that." He laughed, "Look, us stand users are kind of like our own special club." When he said that, Jordan could swear that one of his teeth twinkled through his smile.

"How do you know about me, though?" Jordan asked.

"Melvin told me."

Figures. Jordan was intrigued by this idea of a secret stand user club, "So...why did Melvin attack me?"

Donny winced, "Well...you see, Melvin…" He struggled to say it, "He's a bit mental, you feel? He didn't want to get overshadowed by some newcomer."

Jordan sighed, "So it's all about that newcomer thing, huh?"

"Sadly so," Donny said, "But get this, ok? I'll take you to meet some other stand users."

Jordan felt something in his chest. But he kept it cool, "So...like, a group of people together?"

"Yep."

"A bunch of people...like me?"

"Yeah."

"That...are ready...to accept me?"

"Yeah."

"And like...be friends?"

Donny found that one a bit weird, "I guess?"

Jordan contained his excitement while he said, "Yeah, that would be ok."

Donny patted Jordan's back with a charming smile, "Cool, dude. I'll give you the details later, capiche?" Before Jordan could agree, Donny turned and went back to his table.

Thank god, Jordan thought, I thought that stand users were all gonna hate me and I would have to fight them one by one. That would be weird.

After school, Jordan went to a little shop by his house. It was a convenience store, nothing much. He got himself some reece's and walked through the automatic doors, only to lay his eyes upon an interesting sight: Melvin Morranis.

Jordan just stared at him. Not even getting out his stand, just waiting for Melvin to say something. It seemed Melvin was in the same state of mind. He looked around as if there was anything else that Jordan would be looking at.

"So…" Melvin sniffed, "Nice day, huh? It seems to be a wonderful day, here in Riverford…"

The only sounds were the cars driving past and the crinking of Jordan opening his reese's.

Jordan said with a peanut butter cup in his mouth, "Look man, I'm sorry about knocking you out of a window."

"No, no…" Melvin waved his hand, "I knocked you out of one first."

A man walked by them into the store, giving them a stink-eye.

Jordan swallowed, "Yeah but I really knocked you out of your window. I only fell a few feet, but you were knocked down a whole floor of your house-wait, how are you perfectly fine?"

Melvin conjured a tiny ambulance on the palm of his hand, "I can make ten of these. They have a bunch of tiny doctors."

Another customer walked in looking at them crazy. They decided to move the conversation to the corner of the store.

"Look, you already apologized, but…" Melvin shook his head, "I want to say sorry, too. I can't really explain how, but-"

"I understand."

Melvin blinked, "What?"

"Donny told me," Jordan explained, "Look, I get it. I feel the same way."

Melvin squinted at Jordan, "Wait, what did Donny tell you?"

"You're insecure about your stand user friends," Before Melvin could interject he continued, "Look, the entire time that I was fighting you, the reason I went into your club at all, was because I was desperate to find friends of my own. I was willing to do anything to get accepted."

"Wait, wait, wait-" Melvin held up his hands, "You don't understand."

"I do," Jordan grabbed Melvin's hand in a show of friendship, "I'm the only one who does. Melvin, we have similar goals. I'm sure that you were desperate to find friends of your own and when I showed up, you felt threatened."

Melvin grabbed Jordan by the shoulders, and pulled him down, "Listen to me, Jordan," Melvin said with a whisper, "Donny Falcon is lying to you."

Jordan was taken aback, "No. He's my friend."

"He is not," Melvin said, "When I...hated you, I guess, I called him because I knew that he would help me take you down."

Jordan pushed Melvin away, "Yeah. But you attacked me the first chance you got, and Donny offered to help me."

Melvin groaned, "No, Donny Falcon is a manipulative bastard. The most manipulative I know. He's using your naivety to do exactly what I wanted to do."

"No!" Jordan yelled, "He's the only one to treat me like a person so far! Just because the stand users don't like you and you're lonely doesn't mean I can't make friends!"

"Dude, I'm not lonely," Melvin said, "I'm the leader of a club and I have a girlfriend, I'm not the one here who's having a loneliness problem. Donny is using that to his advantage, and he will beat you once he gets the chance."

"If everything's going so well for you, why'd you try to kill me?" Jordan sneered at him.

"I don't know!" Melvin whined, "I just don't know! Look, what you said made sense. This doesn't seem real. This clique thing, this hatred of outsiders, my unreasonable answer-none of it makes sense!" He rubbed his eyes, "It's like, when you beat me up, everything became clearer."

Jordan didn't know how to react to this confession. After a few moments of silence, Jordan said, "Maybe that's just a you problem. It seems like other people don't treat newcomers the way you do." Jordan started to walk away.

"No, no," Melvin stammered, "You have to-"

"And if that doesn't make sense," Jordan looked at Melvin, "Then maybe I have to beat you up again."

As Jordan walked away, he realized that he had been clenching his candy, and the chocolate melted inside the wrapper.

Stand user: Melvin Morranis

Stand: SHINY TOYS

Power: A

Speed: C

Durability: B

Precision: C

Range: B

Potential: D

Ability: Copies the design of any toy Melvin has, and assumes its role and characteristics of what the toy represents.

The way Jordan walks to school, he takes a shortcut through a little wooded area in a park near his home. It already takes him 20 minutes to walk, so any shortcut is necessary. Without it, it would take him 30 minutes, and Jordan needs his beauty sleep.

In said park is actually one of the first "anomalies" that Jordan has seen in this town: A tree with a human face engraved into it's wood, pushing against the outside as if it's trying to escape.

"Hi, tree," Jordan said as he passed it.

Before the tree could say anything back, he heard the rolling of wheels on the pavement and a familiar voice yell, "Yo, Jordan!" And Donny Falcon came skating right up to him, kicking up his board and walking alongside him.

"Oh. Hey," Jordan said.

"Well, don't let me get you down," He jabbed an elbow at Jordan, "You looked lonely, you know."

"I guess I am," Jordan said.

Donny seemed to be looking around the trees of the park, bending over and scanning the horizon. He turned to Jordan, "So I was thinking, before you meet the other stand users, what's your stand's powers?"

"Powers?" Jordan thought for a beat, "I don't really know, to be honest. When I was fighting Melvin, I punched an electrical outlet, and it blew up his computer. And when I summon it, all the electric stuff around me turns on and kind of overloads."

"Hm," Donny rubbed his chin, "Seems weird. I don't see a lot of stands that have electric powers."

"You wanna see it?" Jordan asked with a bit of excitement cutting through his words.

Donny smirked, "I'd love to."

They stopped walking, and Donny backed up a few feet so that he wouldn't get hit by anything. Donny was used to seeing stands materialize normally, but when Champion came out of Jordan's body, it came out with a burst of sparks and streaks of lightning following it. And as it floated above Jordan, the blue aura surrounding the two pulsed and waved with a strong energy.

Donny looked at the stand with wonder, "It looks like a luchador, man! Awesome!"

The stand retreated into Jordan's body, and the energy dissipated away. Jordan said, "It's kind of tiring to keep out for a while." Then he asked Donny, "So what's your stand?"

"Nothing like yours," Donny looked a bit embarrassed, "Actually, I don't think I could ever use it effectively."

Donny produced a weak little red aura, and his stand came crawling up his back. It was small, and seemed like it was a stylish biking helmet with little hands and feet used to crawl up Donny. It had the proportions of a turtle, and had two little dots from under the helmet Jordan assumed were eyes.

"Rad!" It squeaked.

"What can it...do?" Jordan asked.

Donny shook his head, "Nothing. It just crawls around."

Jordan felt bad that he asked. Instead, he decided to change the topic by asking, "So when am I gonna see the other stand users?"

Donny didn't even hesitate to answer, "Tomorrow. Six o'clock at the skatepark."

"Oh," Jordan said, "Did you already know?"

"Well, that's just where we hang out, you know?" Donny said, "I told them about you already." Donny rested a hand upon Jordan's shoulder, "They're expecting you."

Then Donny's head darted to his left. He seemed concerned. Jordan leaned over and asked him, "Hey, are you ok?"

Donny didn't respond for a bit, then turned back, "Yeah, I just...forgot something. Sorry, I can't walk with you the rest of the way."

"You're gonna be late!" Jordan worried, "I'll go with you."

"What? No," Donny pushed him along, "Don't be late because of me. Besides, I'm always late."

Reluctantly, Jordan was pushed along. Donny Falcon watched him as he walked out of sight, waiting silently. Then he looked back to his left, up to the flowing leaves of the trees. He said to the trees, "Alright, I know you're there, bro."

He saw through the leaves. Being lowered down by little toy pulleys and ropes, Melvin came down the tree. Donny laughed at the sight, "Is that really how you want to show yourself?"

"You think I'd just drop myself?" Melvin asked, "Besides, we both know that my stand can beat yours in a fight."

Donny bellowed at Melvin, "Then attack me. Shoot me with your stand like you did Jordan, and wipe me out, huh?" He walked closer, "Come on! It's not like I could do anything!"

Melvin pointed at Donny Falcon, and tiny soldiers appeared around his body, "Stay back!" He yelled, "I'll kill you!"

Donny scoffed, "No, you won't. You're weak, and everyone knows it. And if you do attack me, that'll just make Jordan beat you up again."

"Then I'll tell him your stand's ability!" Melvin shouted confidently, "Then he'll know how to beat you when you do try to fight him!"

Donny chuckled to himself, "Even if you did," Donny pulled down his shades, revealing the deep red eyes underneath, "There's no way that Jordan could beat my stand, Skate or Die!"

And as much as Melvin wanted to believe in Jordan, he just wasn't sure.

So the time came. Jordan entered the Skatepark through the open gates, and found a suspicious lack of people. Leaves blew through the concrete playground, and the wind whistled in the air. Jordan felt strange, yet he also felt a presence. He walked deeper into the skate park, standing at the edge of one of the pools.

"Donny!" Jordan yelled. No response.

Jordan sat down and began listening to the sounds around him. It didn't take long until he heard rustling. To the shrubs just outside, he saw a figure coming towards him. He knew it probably wasn't Donny. He got ready for an ambush.

He stood up, and Champion slid beside him, fists up and ready to strike. Pointed toward the figure, Jordan yelled, "Don't come any closer!" Though it was an empty threat. He had nothing to throw at the enemy.

And coming running through the bushes was the stout, short body of Melvin. "Jordan!" He shouted.

"Get away!" Jordan yelled back. Champion had floated in front of him in a guarding position.

But Melvin came ever closer. When he was outside of Jordan's range, he said, "Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I couldn't while Donny-"

"What did you do with him?!" Jordan demanded.

"I didn't-what?-Look, just listen to me," Melvin pleaded.

Jordan kept quiet, and kept looking at Melvin. He seemed relieved. But Melvin didn't look behind him. He continued, "Donny's ability. He-"

And then Donny Falcon sauntered up behind him, and clocked him across the skull with his skateboard. Melvin's new glasses (the old ones were the ones Jordan broke) were shattered, and he collapsed against the pavement.

Donny lifted the skateboard to hit him again, but Jordan ran up to stop him, "Hey, stop! You could hurt him!"

"I already did," Donny said.

"Don't," Jordan warned. He didn't want Melvin to get too hurt, after all. Donny sighed, and pulled the skateboard away. Jordan backed up as well.

Then Donny sat on Melvin's unconscious body, "Well, thank god that's over. I thought he was going to hurt you for a second."

Jordan stared down at Melvin's unconscious body. He said quietly, "If he wanted to hurt me, he would have."

"Huh?" Donny looked lost, "He was about to. He was gonna wait until you put your guard down. Simple trick."

"Where are the other stand users?" Jordan was now looking into Donny's eyes. Or at least, he was trying through Donny's sunglasses.

Donny sprung off of Melvin's body, put his hands in his pockets, and started to walk towards Jordan, "They're getting here." He looked at Jordan, and said with sincerity, "What's wrong?"

Jordan stepped back, but Donny kept walking forward. Jordan said, "I guess...I don't know, it just seemed pretty cruel to...hit Melvin like that?"

"What?" Donny shook the comment off him, "He tried to kill you, man. And how am I supposed to fight him with a stand like mine?"

Jordan nodded. As Donny walked past him, Jordan said, "I guess I just don't want to fight him anymore."

Donny lifted up his skateboard, "Understandable."

Then Jordan felt Champion leave his body. To his right, he saw his stand blocking a skateboard. Before he could ask anything, his legs were swept out from under him. He slipped off the edge of the pool, and began rolling down the ditch.

He felt scratches and bruises on his body, small injuries that Champion was already healing. He looked up to Donny, "Hey, what the hell?"

Donny kicked up his skateboard on the edge of the pool. He put a strip of gum into his mouth. He stared down at Jordan.

"I said, what the hell?!" Jordan got onto his feet.

"I heard you," Donny chuckled, "Look, I kicked you down a pool, get your stand out, already?" Jordan said nothing, "Seriously? Dude, I lied to you. We're fighting. Get your stand out."

"You asshole!" Sure enough, Champion flew out beside Jordan.

Donny Falcon smiled. He kicked the skateboard down, and began to plummet down the side of the pool toward Jordan. Champion lunged forward, a fist ready to swing at Donny. Donny came ever closer, skating right by Jordan.

"YATATATATATATATA!"

Champion blocked Donny for just a few moments, but after a few moments, he saw that Donny was leaning back, narrowly avoiding Champion's attacks by staying just outside of Jordan's range. He cheered and skated right up to the other end of the pool, once again standing above Jordan.

"How do you expect to fight me when your stand can't even do anything?" Jordan yelled at him.

"No idea!" Donny spun and came right back down, riding in a circle around Jordan, staying just outside of his range, letting Champion swing dozens of punches only to create a light breeze in front of his face. Jordan would chase after him, but Donny would keep that special distance away from him. Suddenly, he slid into a screeching halt. Jordan took the chance for Champion to swing at Donny once more.

But the attack felt resistance when something appeared floating in front of Donny. It was small, like a child. It had a leathery, padded body with no face other than what appeared to be sunglasses, and an orange biking helmet on its head. It didn't do much. The force was enough to blow past this new stand, and right into Donny's face.

Donny wobbled on the skateboard, being pushed back by the force of the punch. When he regained balance, he felt a drop of blood coming from his bottom lip. He put his two of his fingers on it, and wiped up some more blood from inside his mouth.

"Good, good!" He bellowed. He kicked against the ground, and used the slopes of the pool to gain more speed. He stayed low to the ground, doing sudden turns frantically as he went towards Jordan. When he approached Jordan's stand, he was now surrounded in a radiating red light.

Out of Donny's body came an even larger figure, stronger than last time, donning small spikes on its pads and muscled arms. Donny's stand clashed with Champion, tanking several punches and being able to land a few solid hits onto Champion. Donny was able to once again get to the top edge of the pool once he passed Jordan.

Donny let out an excited yell at the top of the pool, "Oh my God! You know, I have to thank you, Jordan. They say that it's exciting to fight some that's your equal in one of these fights, but you know, I think I have more fun when I'm fighting a complete amateur!"

Jordan screamed up at Donny, "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Jesus!" Donny feigned offence, "What are you so mad about?"

"Can you assholes just leave me alone?!" Jordan yelled, "I want to meet people, damn it! I want to-"

"What, you want friends?" Donny mocked, "Listen, get the hint already-if not from me, then from someone else who's gonna beat you up-you aren't wanted here."

Without saying any more words, Jordan began charging up the side of the pool at Donny. He moved away, and Jordan gripped the edge to pull himself up, Champion ready to defend from Donny's next attack.

But Donny was running this time. He was running towards Melvin's unconscious body. His stand flew out of his body, and grabbed Melvin by the collar. When Donny got close to Melvin, he called to Jordan, "Hey, I got a ball for you to catch!"

"Come on, that's not cool."

But despite Jordan's jeers, Donny threw Melvin like a football. Jordan almost didn't want to catch Melvin to make a point, but his conscience forced him to start running to catch Melvin. Champion flew out and caught him before he hit the ground, absorbing grind against the pavement when Melvin came landing on top of him.

Then came Donny. Jordan realized that he caught Melvin at the bottom of a grinding rail. Donny came rushing down, landing his skateboard right onto the railing. He flew down on the railing, sparks flying out from under him. His stand, now fully-formed with spikes and muscles, flew towards Jordan using its extended range. The first hit was slow enough for Champion to block, but the power behind made the block crumble under its weight. It made Jordan stumble and he felt his jaw swell with a massive, stinging pain.

Then the enemy stand launched a barrage of attacks all over Jordan, yelling "RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD-RAD!" As it did. As Jordan flew backwards in an explosion of blood, Donny Falcon took the moment to gloat.

"Jordan Johannes!" He yelled, "You now see the power of my stand, SKATE OR DIE, that it can become more powerful the more danger I put myself in." He pulled out a pocket knife from his jacket, "While my stand does start at E, with each stunt I pull, it increases its stats by one letter. That's why I don't wear a helmet!"

Jordan struggled to crawl away toward the direction of a half-pipe. Then, Skate or Die pulled a dart from Donny's jacket, and threw it at pin-point accuracy into Jordan's hand. He recoiled, grasping the bleeding, twitching hand and screaming in pain.

"Don't run now!" Donny cheered, "I want to beat you at my full power, Jordan!" He held up the knife, and turned it down, "And there's only one way to push myself to such a limit!" He stabbed the knife into the flesh of his wrist, and started to skate towards Jordan with blood spilling out of his wrist.

"SKATE OR DIE, Rank A!" Donny yelled. A huge, monstrous stand with shiny razors and firey patterns appeared around Donny, "Now, Jordan Johannes, see if your stand can survive this!" As a last trick to finish Jordan off, he kicked his skateboard upward as he entered Jordan's range. Champion wasn't even there to stop Skate or Die's attack.

"RRRAAAAAAAAA-rad!" Before Donny's eyes, it turned back into the small, little E-rank stand from before.

Then Donny wiped out. He tried to land on his skateboard, which seemed to disappear as he blinked. His feet landed, he fell forward, and he rolled violently across the ground, until the back of his head slammed hard against the edge of the half-pipe, and he was out.

Then Champion dropped Donny's skateboard next to him. As his wounds began to heal back up, Jordan said, "I really didn't think that would work. I just punched your skateboard, dude...watch your weak spots."

Donny wasn't conscious, of course. And Jordan got really worried when he saw something dripping from Donny's ear. He rushed over, thinking it was blood, but was perplexed when he saw something completely different.

Tiny black cubes, dropping one by one onto the concrete. They began to roll across the ground in the vague direction of north. Jordan followed, but didn't stop most of them from falling into a drain. He tried to grab one, only to find they're razor sharp, and his fingertips bled to the touch.

When Donny awoke, he found Jordan and Melvin playing chopsticks in front of him. He was very confused. "Uhh, hi?" Donny said.

Jordan turned around to look at him, "Oh, hi. You're up."

Donny was confused, which quickly turned to embarrassment, "I shouldn't have done that," He said, "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Ye-What?" Donny glared at Jordan.

"It wasn't," Jordan said, "When you were knocked out, some black cubes were falling out of your head."

Donny blinked, still not understanding, "That's...not possible. Are you sure I wasn't, like, bleeding or something?"

"I saw it too," Melvin said, "I was waking up when you were knocked out. I saw Jordan trying to follow them," He pointed to the drain, "They went down there. We don't know where they go."

Donny still didn't understand. Jordan tried to help, "Donny...you feel bad about what you did, right?" Donny nodded, "So why didn't you feel bad before? You really seemed like you were perfectly fine...you know...trying to kill me."

Donny shrugged, "You know, I just...well, you're a new kid…" He paused, "God, I really don't know," He smacked himself, "What's wrong with me?"

Jordan walked over, and put a hand on Donny's shoulder. He flinched, but didn't push him off. Jordan said, "Nothing is wrong with you. This isn't your fault."

Donny looked up at Jordan, seeing a reassuring smile. He felt a weight off his chest.

"Someone made you do that," Jordan said, "I saw my own stand blow up a computer, toys come to life, and a guy who becomes more powerful the harder he skateboards, in the first two weeks of my school year. I don't think it's crazy that there's some sort of stand that's making this town do things it wouldn't normally do."

Jordan stood up, and looked at his two new friends, "I'm going to find who has this stand," He took a deep breath, letting the resolve fill his being, "And I'm going to beat the shit out of him!"