Author Notes: This is setting up for the first real Stand fight for the main character.

Chapter 3: Invaders Attack

Hotplay waited until she had her master's undiverted attention before reciting what she knew: "I think there's a foreseeable danger in your future. The cause of it is someone wearing a cloak in a basketball game."

Blue almost made a quip that maybe he just assumed it was going to rain, but she knew better than to judge the judgment of her Stand.

"Maybe they were a little crazy, but it's hard to tell how dangerous unless you know for one hundred percent certain they are a Stand user."

Hotplay didn't know.

"Good work out there, Hotplay. I thought using your powers would be an immediate disqualification of the game, but not only was it allowed it also saved us from losing the game. Our next game isn't for another week...so what would you like to do until then?"

Hotplay floated around like a butterfly moving around with no clear direction because just fighting the gale was hard enough-Hotplay was just so absentminded she didn't know she was just floating around inanely.

But that stopped when her body twerked up.

"I say we find you a boyfriend-or girlfriend since you sometimes like to holler about attractive mo-"

"Someday! Someday! I will find one someday but I'm not ready for that mushy stuff right now! Besides, I still remember a time Sex in the City talked about women being happy without getting married...until it ended in a very big conundrum...that misogynistic man proposing to Carrie. If nothing else, goodnight Hotplay."

How does someone sleep knowing there's always another figure in the room? They treat them less like another person and more like a pet that doesn't sleep as early as their owners.

But while she was sleeping her mind wasn't in control; ergo Hotplay could still fly around so long as she was two meters close to her user. That gave her a moment to fly away and look out the window.

Tonight was a half-moon, the houses looked like silhouette's behind curtains, the stars were twinkling from Hotplay's eyes being different than normal humans, and there was something...not so amazing to see outside: a person standing on the sidewalk, faceless in the dark but the direction of his face facing the mother of her users' house.

Ergo watched him as long as she could, and being a Stand she never got tired because even asleep her user's brain was still going through REM sleep so was still keeping her alive; unless her user died then Hotplay would stay alive.

Hotplay saw this person not move a muscle through hours of watching him outside-creepy. He was either a glutton for wrecking his body or he was waiting for something; too late for the bus and no way he was waiting for a friend this late at night on this street.

The Next Morning-

And then it was morning.

She lost sight of the man in the shadows. By morning it was as if he didn't even exist, but Hotplay knew he was there, he could see frigid air roil out his mouth as if he was smoking a cigarette, but a match was neither lit nor did his limbs even move in the darkness.

Stand's minds weren't as flimsy as a human's-what they see is what they see. And if Hotplay saw a man watching them in the middle of the night, then he was there. Question was...why was he there.

In this day and age, you never have to meet a stalker for a stalker to come prowling for you.

While Hotplay was up and Blue was asleep, she floated towards Blue's laptop and turned it on. She may see what Blue sees but she isn't always paying attention when Blue is on some social media sight-maybe she talked to someone she didn't know and that created a chain reaction that brought him here.

History checked-she didn't talk to anyone other than her teammates. The mystery shrouding this man was so great, so eerie, but if he was just an ordinary man her user wouldn't be in any danger-she could make him stab himself or shoot himself if he got within two meters of her.

"Hey, Hotplay, what did I say about going on my computer without asking permission first?"

That was Cleo, still sprawled in her bed with a little hair covering her left eye. Then she stood up exposing her pink pajamas with cartoon princesses wearing aprons etched all over them. She walked languidly towards the desk and turned off the computer-pressing the button that opened the tab to the Shut Off button, and then she waited until the computer was off before unplugging the extension cord that powered it.

With the energy-consuming device now taken out, she stretched her arms and let out a yawn with a soothing reverberation.

"People may not be able to see you most of the time, but I wonder if there's a camera that can capture your image. Speak to me first next time-I'll make you some friends online. Until then, let's have some breakfast."

She then dashed.

Hotplay could switch bodies with her own user from time to time. Blue used it so Hotplay could taste the oatmeal with blueberries, Greek yogurt, and honey her mother made for her.

38 minutes to go

It tasted like cold potatoes and rice with barely any flavor from the blueberries and honey, but better-tasting something mediocre than watching someone eat while you don't have anything.

Hotplay finally had enough of the breakfast and switched back with Blue. Blue looked at her breakfast, deterred her attention to the clock, then scarfed down the oatmeal like it was golden rice at a Chinese buffet.

"I'm off to school now. See you later, mom." She called.

"Don't forget about your trip to the dentist after school!" She shouted without any anger in her tone.

28 minutes to go

"I won't."

And with that she was out the door, walking to the bus stop five miles away from her home. Blue's mother was somewhat overprotective of her daughter since she lost her husband but ever since Hotplay manifested she was allowed to walk anywhere so long as it was only fifty miles away from their house. Blue never really saw the need to have Hotplay out now, even if their neighbors were disrespectful, foul-mouthed white-trash people they would never do anything to hurt her.

Hotplay on the other hand could see one reason why she should be out: an eerie stalker.

18 minutes to go

Although she didn't see anyone who matched the stature of that man nor was anyone dressed up like him at the basketball game, she had a suspicion he was somewhere around here just watching and waiting for the right moment to surprise Blue.

"Help me! Help me!" A cry of help came in its bloodcurdling scream.

Hotplay turned around, saw the little stand writhing on the back of the frog from yesterday, turned around, and completely ignored it.

With that little bit of excitement, Blue managed to make it to the bus stop six minutes before the bus would be here.

Hotplay rotated her body around like a vinyl record bobbing her head up and down to try to spot something looming or something crawling-anything that may hurt Blue. But while Hotplay was looking all over the place Blue was half-shutting her eyes straight ahead.

Before Hotplay could spot what Blue was seeing she dissipated back into Blue. Doing this left Blue vulnerable while someone was out there, and the stalker knew that which was why he made his attack:

A golden cane with a big golden ball was tossed straight towards Blue!

Nex Chapter: Reunion with True Mother