Donny and Jordan crouched outside of Melvin's house, staring at it from afar. They couldn't see anyone in the windows, but they knew that Melvin's kidnapper was somewhere inside, keeping Melvin tied in his own basement.

"Can it really be kidnapping if he's being kept in his own house?" Jordan pondered.

Donny put the binoculars aside, "It doesn't seem like there are any traps. Unless the stand is invisible. Well, more invisible than normal."

Jordan groaned, "Is every stand really unique?"

"Yeah, why?" Donny asked.

"It's just annoying to have to guess their ability every time, you know?" Jordan rubbed his head, "Are there any stands that have the same ability or something?"

"What, like similar types of stands having the same ability?" Donny laughed, "As if. Nah, we gotta learn every single one." Donny hopped over the bush and began walking to the cellar doors.

Jordan scolded him, "What are you doing?!"

"There aren't any traps," He opened the doors, "At least not inside. C'mon man, you can heal yourself, you don't get to be less paranoid than me."

The two of them descended into the basement, Donny holding his skateboard as a club, and Jordan's skin sparking with energy ready to summon his stand. With each step, the darkness took a hold of their nerves. Jordan summoned Champion, and his presence caused the lights of the basement to flare on. And in the corner of the room they saw Melvin, groggily blinking his eyes open while bound in ropes do a swivel chair.

"Hello?" He groaned.

"Melvin!" Jordan looked around the room. There were boxes, shelves, and various knick-knacks, but no enemy stand user. He and Donny ran over to Melvin, both starting to untie him.

"You couldn't get yourself out of this?" Donny mocked.

Melvin whipped his head towards Donny, "Nobody's here, don't worry," He said.

"Uh...yeah, I can see that," Donny said, an eyebrow raised, "You ok?"

Melvin glared at Donny, "I'm perfectly fine. Thank you for asking."

Jordan stood up, as he was sort of awkwardly fiddling with the rope instead of untying it while Donny was actually untying it. And in that moment in which he was stepping back, he was hit.

A jabbing pain in his back caused Jordan to cry out, and Jordan fell to the ground. Donny turned around, skateboard in hand, to see Goth and her stand floating beside her. Jordan was looking up at her, Champion forming above him.

"When did you get here?!" Jordan cried.

Before she could answer, Donny came swinging with his skateboard, aiming to dig the wheels right into her head. But she didn't flinch. She stared Donny right in the eyes during the attack, and for a second in his pubescent mind, a single thought clouded him…

"Hey, she's kind of cute."

Then his skateboard dropped to the ground, as did his hands. For a few seconds, his hands seemed to be bound to invisible rocks that trapped him. He yelled out, "Hey, what the hell?!" Before Goth kicked him in the ribs, knocking him over.

At that moment, Jordan straightened his posture and pointed at her, "CHAMPION!"

And not a second later, once Champion launched his lightning speed attack, he was already anchored to the floor, his red hand in a similar condition as Donny's.

"It's no use!" Melvin shouted, "You can't hit her!"

"Why didn't you tell us she was in here?!" Donny screamed.

"I did!" Melvin hissed, "You just didn't hear it!"

"Oh, be quiet, Melvy," Goth sighed, "Your advice is useless to them now. They're under the effect of my stand, Careless Whisper."

"We all are," Melvin admitted, "But I can still help them," He looked at the two, "This might be painful."

Both of them were pulled from their grovelling states, being dragged across the basement floor by small race cars on strings, bringing them to the staircase. Immediately, they began running up the stairs.

Goth looked to Melvin, "Really?"

"Hey, you should go chase them or they'll be back," Melvin mocked. Goth pouted, and stepped forward to chase them, "Buuuut," Melvin said, "If you run, I'll escape."

"Shut up, Melvy," And then she knocked him out.

Jordan thought it would be a good idea to stop for a second and close the cellar doors, and then ran a few feet, grabbed a rake, ran back, and put it in between the handles. As soon as he was done, Careless Whisper broke though, sending shards of wood into his face. He began to run away, Goth sauntering calmly behind him.

Jordan looked back when he caught up with Donny at the sidewalk, "She's just walking calmly!"

"Just keep running, Jordan!" Donny cried, "It's all we can do when we can't fight back!"

And at that moment, their entire environment changed. It's like their surroundings span around, and were replaced by something else. It was the exact same street, only they were facing the opposite direction, and Goth was standing just about three meters away from them.

"We can't even run away!" Donny cried.

Champion flew forward again, hesitating before trying to launch a barrage. Jordan attempted some form of strategy, suddenly changing the attack to a kick, but all that did was force his knee to the ground. Careless Whisper attacked with a kick of its own, which Champion tried to block, but got knocked back. The stand was just too strong.

"Damn it!" Jordan yelled.

Goth stared at Donny, "Well? Aren't you going to do anything?"

Donny gulped, "No."

"Good." And with no defenses, Donny could only watch as Careless Whisper reeled back a final attack, hoping to go right through Donny's head.

"Holy Gamoly!"

Goth turned around, cancelling the attack to see who she was hearing. Behind her she saw the hulking, tall, beast of a man that was Jonas Johannes.

"You have a stand?" Jonas asked, staring at Jordan.

Jordan looked back at him, "Do you?"

Jonas started walking forward, apparently oblivious of the situation, "No way! How long?"

Jordan stammered, "Um-"

Goth charged up to him, "Hey, you!" Her stand was there beside her, readying an attack.

"Oh, one second, Jordan," Jonas looked down at her.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up now!" With rage in here eyes, her stand swung her hand at Jonas's head, threatening to shatter his skull. The attack landed, hitting the side of his head, but it seems that right before the attack hit, his face was shrouded in a transparent helmet. His entire body was surrounded in a bright orange aura.

"You got a lot of nerve attacking my nephew," Jonas said, barely even reacting to the attack. Goth was going to pull back for another attack, but a giant metallic arm had latched itself onto her stand's wrist. She was able to swing her arm back and break free, though it seemed like it was simply because Jonas didn't feel like spending the energy.

"My stand, Rocket Man, is one of the best stands around if you're counting sheer destructive power," Jonas stepped forward to reveal his full stand. A giant, silver metal figure with nuts and bolts that spit steam around the whole body.. The smooth, bright armor resembled the plating of a rocket ship or jet plane. Small, aerodynamic fins laid sticked out around each joint, especially the knuckles. The only organic part was the closed and silent mouth, with the rest of the face being covered by a thick orange visor.

"Now I'm going to ask you politely," He cleared his throat, "Please stay away from my nephew and his friend."

"Or what?" Goth smiled.

"Simple," Jonas said, "I'm going to punch you."

Goth smiled more, "Bite me, asshole."

Jordan saw the large, powerful stand reel back its fist for an attack. Jordan wanted to yell out at Jonas to stop, but he doubted that would do anything. Just like before, as the attack came for her, Goth stood perfectly still. Jonas would just be another enemy to fall into the trap of Careless Whisper.

Then she was knocked to the other side of the street in one punch.

Stand User: Jonas Johannes

Stand name: Rocket Man

Power: A

Speed: D

Durability: C

Precision: A

Range: B

Potential: E

Stand ability: When Rocket Man hits a target, the effects of gravity on it will be lost.

Jonas seemed bored.

"She didn't even defend herself," He chuckled, "I almost feel bad. Almost."

Jordan looked over to Goth, who was trying to get up. He went through this enough times that he knew she wasn't out of the fight yet. She needs to be knocked out if she is to be de-cubed. Jonas helped him stand up.

"Look, Jonas," He said, "She's gonna try and attack again. For some reason, we can't attack her, but you can."

"Well, if her only ability to stop people from attacking her, then I've already beat her," He shrugged.

"She has another ability," Donny added, "I think we were-teleported over here when we were running away."

Jonas nodded, and started slowly walking over to her. Technically speaking, this might have been the most powerful stand Jordan's encountered so far. Other stands have damaged him worse, but he was afraid that Goth could kill him in seconds if she really wanted to. On the other hand, Jonas just seemed bored.

Goth managed to stand up, facing Jonas on the edge of the road. They stared at each other for a moment.

"You gonna explain how that stand works?" Jonas asked.

"Why would I do that?" She retorted.

Jonas nodded, "Fair point. What if I explain to you what my stand does, and you explain why my nephew couldn't attack you?"

She stared at him.

"I'm going to assume that's agreement," He cleared his throat, "Rocket Man has the ability to release the effects of gravity on any object it hits. That doesn't mean it floats around like nothing-that means the inertia in the object makes it fly off the surface of the earth at high speeds."

"Sounds like an instant kill," Goth said.

"True. That's why I use it mostly on objects." He crossed his arms.

"Ok," She sighed, "Careless Whisper nullifies any attack if the person making it feels guilt. Your nephew felt bad he was punching a girl." She narrowed her eyes, "But not you, I guess."

"Not me."

A moment of silence passed. Around six seconds of Goth standing absolutely still. Suddenly, she vanished from Jonas's sight. His mind was flushed with confusion. Through his clouded thoughts he heard Jordan's voice, "She's behind you!"

Sure enough, Careless Whisper's hand was driven into his shoulder. The damage was shielded by Rocket Man, but blood still managed to fly from the wound. Before Goth could launch another attack, The ground beneath her exploded outward. A single kick from Rocket Man onto the asphalt created a crater and an explosion that managed to push her back.

"Jonas! It's time! Her ability is to stop time!" Jordan shouted.

No it's not, Jonas thought, I would know if it's stopping time. As those thoughts entered his mind, Rocket Man launched a barrage of punches into the ground around him, causing bits of rock to explode into the air around him. But right before they went into the stratosphere, they hovered around Jonas, visibly vibrating and shaking in the air.

"I call this move asteroid belt!" Jonas cheered, "I have a lot of space-themed abilities."

"Shut up," Goth growled. She and her stand lunged forward, taking a direct route toward Jonas. But he didn't even flinch. He simply watched the rocks around him. A second later, Rocket Man threw a slow, heavy punch to his right. Jordan felt panic as he saw Goth almost land a hit on an exposed Jonas.

But in a second, that Goth disappeared. A new Goth materialised at the end of Rocket Man's fist, sending her flying across the road once again.

With Goth a few good meters away, Jonas called to her, "Your ability is altering appearance, or memory, or something, right?"

She struggled to get up after two solid punches from Rocket Man, "How did you know it wasn't stopping time?

"I just did," Jonas said. The rocks around him dropped back down, "And I knew where you were attacking because you forgot to replace the rocks you moved out of the way."

Goth slowly stood up, and put her hands up, "Ok, ok," She said groggily, "I'm...in no condition to fight. Please, I'll...you'll never see me again."

Jonas sighed, "All right. I take people at their word, you know."

Goth smiled, and didn't say anything for a moment, "Thank you, sir."

"No!" Jordan yelled, "She's tricking you! She's going to keep attacking until you knock her out!"

Goth seemed to teleport yet again, swinging a punch from behind Jonas at the back of his head. Before that attack even landed, Rocket Man launched a counter attack, landing directly onto Goth's stand. She was thrown into the air, but this time, she hovered there, vibrating like the rocks earlier.

"Rocket Man can keep a target suspended midair," Jonas said, "You're basically stuck in between gravity and no gravity, thrown between those two states a hundred times a second in order to keep you suspended right there. It's nauseating." He adjusted his jacket. "So I have to knock you out, right? Ok. I'll do that, I guess." Rocket Man readied the attack.

"FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY ME TO THE MOON!"

And just like that, Jordan's uncle beat the shit out of Melvin's girlfriend. At the edge of the street, they could all see the cubes leak out of her ear.

Melvin was finally introduced to Jonas at the curb outside his house. They all sat down to debrief on what just happened over a few cream sodas Melvin had, and that's when Melvin saw the wall of a man.

"So you're the guy who beat up my girlfriend?"

"She was your girlfriend?" Jonas began to laugh hysterically.

Melvin took the jokes in stride, and they all began to wind down and start some small talk. Then Goth came walking back up, bruised and defeated. She was cautious, but Jordan quickly assured her that they were perfectly aware she was of no harm to them anymore.

"Sorry…" She said meekly.

"No prob," Jordan said, "This stuff kind of happens."

"The cube stuff?" Goth asked.

"Yeah," Jordan said, "How do you know?"

Melvin explained that she was able to read his memories with her stand.

"Wait," Donny said, "Do you...know what caused our cube things?"

Goth paused, "No, not really...sorry. Melvin doesn't remember, at least."

"As far as you know," Jordan stood up, "What if this...thing is repressing the memories of when it took hold of you?"

Donny and Melvin looked at each other. Jonas spoke up, "I don't really know what's going on, but from my experience, it's best that we check this."

Jordan looked at Melvin, "Are you willing to have your memories read again?"

Reluctantly, Melvin stood back up. Careless Whisper took hold of his head, and the silver screen came close to his eyes. Memories of all kinds were flashing on the visor, showing their small adventures so far. Then, without warning, a purple aura took hold of Goth's stand. She was thrown back, and her stand twisted and torn under the weight of the stand.

"Goth, are you ok?!" Melvin called.

"Yeah," Goth said through gritted teeth, "But you were right, Jordan. I didn't get much from it, though."

Jordan walked over, and caught her before she fell over, "What did you get?"

"What actually happened is gone," She explained, "But what caused it remains."

Careless Whisper projected an image. Something they haven't seen before. Against a purple background, they saw a muscular figure. Similar to that of a Roman or Greek statue, the figure was chiselled to perfection. On every joint, including knuckles, a dangerous spike stuck out, a trend that proceeded up to the face, with smaller spikes where stubble would be, and larger ones across the head where hair would be. It was a large, looming presence that demanded power.

"This is the stand we must look for."

Then she said it's name:

"99 Problems!"