Sarah had woken up to the sound of hammering. She was confused at first, before remembering that she had told Ed to fix up the roof after she had accidentally thrown an object through it and broke it during one of her tantrums. She wanted to tell her idiot brother to quiet down, but then Ed would probably mess it up and she'd have to do it herself.

That said, she was a little grateful to him for waking her up. Since Friday afternoon, she's been having bizarre dreams when she went to sleep. It was the same dreams she had most nights, simply doing things she enjoyed such as having tea parties or picnics, but there was something else. Where there would usually be Jimmy or an animated stuffed animal was instead this odd entity. She had seen it enough times to describe it perfectly.

It had a blue-purple face. It's head was tall but rounded, and it was shaded by a large black hat with two feathers in it, one lavender and one powder blue. Its eyes and mouth were non-existent. Instead, folded up along the sides of the face were what looked like slightly bent, very sharp claws, all dark green in color. The rest of its body was also blue-purple in color with those dark green claws on the sides, though in less abundance. Its torso was covered with a fashionable pink top, and the legs with cute blue jeans that went to the bottom of the ankle and a shin-length skirt with bright green squares and yellow lattices. Its feet were bare and toeless, though still covered in those weird green claws. Honestly, part of the fashion looked like what Sarah wore when she was ten. It was quite tall, probably around 6'8, which was a lot compared even to Sarah's height of 6'2 and Ed's 6'5.

Sarah had learned a few days earlier that her brother, Edd, Eddy and Rolf had all checked into the hospital. Without anyone to annoy and boss around, it had gotten lonely. Sure, she had Jimmy at her beck and call, but she couldn't invite him over now, since she was planning to ask him out on Thanksgiving. Neither had ever dated before, but she had realized a while ago that she was into him, and was desperately praying that he would say yes, and she had spent all this time with Ed gone planning. She had everything down to a tee, but rehearsing her lines and triple checking her schedule couldn't hurt, right? Weird that she used to have a crush on Edd, who made her life miserable instead of someone like her best friend and most loyal companion. Still, the stress was really getting to her, and the stress was making her mad. She took a deep breath, reminded herself what her therapist had told her, and changed from her pajamas into some real clothes.

Looking at the thermometer outside her window, she saw that it was very pleasant for this time in November, and decided that it would be nice to have breakfast outside. There was also the added benefit of being able to supervise Ed and make sure he wasn't messing up the roof too much. So she quickly went down to the kitchen, grabbed a leftover cheese sandwich and some orange juice, and went outside.


Sarah took a seat on the bench next to the pond. Normally, she would eat at the table on the patio, but she couldn't see Ed at that angle. She carefully balanced the plate on her lap, and looked up at Ed. Only now did she realize what had gotten him checked into the hospital. He had adhesive bandages scattered all over his front side. He also had several large bruises. The only reason that Sarah could see most of her injuries was because his jacket and shirt were littered with holes. Sarah finally decided to get his attention.

"Hey Ed! I'm happy you're okay and already on your chores, but what happened? Were you like, hit by, or maybe struck by a criminal?" Seriously, he looked like he was shot up with one of those submachine guns from those old gangster movies.

"Baby sister! Do not worry, as I am fine. I got into a fight, but you should've seen the other guy. Huh-hah!" Ed exclaimed. Sarah just sighed. Honestly, Ed getting into a fight and actually being aware of it is probably the most surprising part of this situation. Normally, he would have not done anything and his attacker would've taken more damage from striking Ed than Ed would from being repeatedly hit.

She was suddenly sent back to reality at the sound of a cartoonish slip noise. This could only mean one thing; Ed was about to fall. She wouldn't worry most of the time, but with him so high up and his injuries, she was concerned. There was no way she was going to catch him, but she would at least make sure he didn't break any bones. She was expecting to hear him hit the ground any second now, but when she parted the bushes and looked at the ground…

"What the hell?"


"So Rolf, I was hoping to ask you a few questions about Stands. It's out of curiosity more than anything else's. First off, how exactly do Stand Arrows work?" Asked Edd. He was currently sitting across from Rolf at the table in Rolf's backyard. Edd had showed up at Rolf's door, asking for answers. He had brought a notepad and pencil to take notes, as well as a large box of jujubes for him and Rolf to snack on as they spoke. Rolf digested a jujube, all too happy to answer Eddy's questions.

"Of course. The metal in the arrows contains an alien virus from a meteorite found in the Old Country. Anyone with both the correct genetic trait and the necessary fighting spirit awakens their Stand. If you lack the trait, you die, and if you lack the fighting spirit, you fall into a deep fever for fifty days. Either you somehow gain the willpower, or you die after those 50 days. The only other option is to eliminate whoever was stabbed with the arrow. As mentioned earlier, of course, it travels through your bloodline." Rolf answered. Edd was furiously writing this down, until he stopped suddenly.

"What exactly do you mean, 'travels through your bloodline'?" Inquired Edd.

"The arrow affects not only the one who is pierced, but also those below them in the bloodline. Therefore, your parents wouldn't be affected but your children would. As for siblings, it would affect twins and younger siblings, but not older brothers and sisters." Rolf continued, Edd writing down every word of it. Except his face wasn't one of curiosity, but concern.

"Rolf, do you mean to tell me that any younger siblings of ours would be affected by the arrow?" Edd was clearly hinting at something, but Rolf, being Rolf, didn't pick up on it.

"Did the always hatted Ed-boy not hear Rolf's words? That is exactly what Rolf is saying! Of course none of the Ed-boys have younger siblings, so Rolf worries not." He stated. Edd just gave up and spoke.

"Sarah, Rolf." Rolf was sipping from a straw he had stuck into a jujube as he calmly leaned back in his chair. The chair fell all the way back and Rolf hit the ground, his expression changing from tranquil to panicked.

"It appears Rolf has made an oversight. Come, Ed-boy! We must make haste to their household. If we are faster than my father's shoe on bath night, we may prevent a disaster yet!" Exclaimed Rolf, leaping up to a standing position and sprinting towards the gate out of his backyard. His form on his shoulders was awkward, thanks to his neck brace. Normally, he would leap his fence, but his injuries forced him to open the gate like a normal person. Edd followed him, making extra sure to close the gate behind him. Edd prayed that they could make it on time. Knowing Sarah, she most certainly had the spiritual strength, but if she awakened her Stand in a temper tantrum, then may God help the cul-de-sac.


Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. Lying beneath Ed, right before he hit the ground, was a ghost wearing skeleton armor. Of course, this was far from the first time Ed had made or bought a fake monster (Edzilla comes to mind). The thing was that this was way too real. The wispy bottom seemed to move, and those eyes… somehow, she felt as if it was simultaneously looking at and through her into her soul. It had its arms crossed, and Ed was using the intersection as a pillow. Ed looked none the worse, albeit a bit surprised. One second later, he was back to reality, and the ghost under him had dissipated. Ed stood up, dusted himself off, and turned to Sarah.

"Oh sorry for the fright, baby sister but I am fine! Go back to whatever it is kids these days do." Said Ed, completely ignoring the fact that he, to, was a kid these days. He started whistling a pop song to himself.

Sarah thought that she was just imagining things. Even so, that was incredibly lifelike. Furthermore, since when did Ed know Michael Jackson? And she would have sworn that for a split second, she had seen a bright green aura around Ed. Weird, sure, but weirder when she considered that she had made certain he had learned his lesson about eating glow sticks after last time. And she just could not shake the image of those eyes, spotlights in a sinister void. Those private eyes were watching her, and they saw her every move. Still, Ed and his idiot friends always seemed more bizarre than what should be humanly possible, so she dismissed the thought as a hallucination once and for all. She sat back down, realizing she hadn't even touched her breakfast yet. She was about to take the first bite when…

*Slam!*

Edd and Rolf had flung the gate to their backyard wide open. Or rather, Rolf wearing a neck brace had awkwardly thrown the gate open, and Edd stood a copy of feet behind him.

"Pardon the intrusion, Sarah, but we were hoping we could borrow Ed for a minute." Apologized Edd. Ed looked down at them.

"Hi Double D! Hi Rolf!" Exclaimed Ed, gracefully sliding down the ladder. Rolf and Edd each grabbed one of Ed's shoulders and took him out of the backyard, right on the other side of the fence. Sarah could hear them speaking in hushed tones, but she couldn't make out any words and honestly, she couldn't care. Unfortunately for her, she forgot to care about anything, including her meal, which she realized when she started choking on her entire sandwich. She also realized that she couldn't breathe.

She tried everything she could think of; Coughing, taking a drink, performing the Heimlich on herself, even reaching into her throat to try to pull it out by hand, but nothing worked. She felt scared, sure, and sad that this would be how she died, but more than anything she felt angry. Angry that she was done in by a stupid sandwich, angry at that stupid ghost, and angry that she would be gone before such an important part of her life.

Just as she was starting to black out, her thoughts full of rage, the blockage cleared up. She didn't swallow it, nor throw it up. She spit, and into the palm of hand fell a miniature version of her sandwich. Disgusting, crumpled and soggy, but also small enough that she could easily fit several dozen in the palm of her hand. Suddenly, it grew back to normal size. It was even grosser at this size, and she had every intention of rushing over to the junkyard and disposing of this murder weapon before anyone else got hurt, but before she could go anywhere she noticed the large incision right in the middle of the sandwich. Akin to a large claw mark, one might say.

It was at this point that Sarah looked up, and nearly passed out from shock combined with a near death experience. Standing there, in all its bizarre glory, was the entity from her dreams. One of the claws on its right hand had unfurled from the body and was now pointing alongside the right index finger. She noticed a little bit of bread on the claw as it folded itself back up against the hand. And then everything clicked. Her dreams, the ghost, her being saved from the most embarrassing death she could imagine, and the shrinking sandwich. This was her, and it acted on her will. This ability, this … power to shrink things it scratched, how it came forth in Sarah's greatest moment of rage. The how and why didn't make sense to Sarah, but at one bright beacon in her mind, she saw two things; A name to put on her ability and a name to target as a scapegoat for her anger; She found Mad Little Girl and Ed, respectively.


After returning from their conversation, Ed, Edd and Rolf had decided that Ed would have to only use his Stand if he absolutely must, and to leave Sarah in the dark about the whole thing. That said, Sarah was long gone, having left minutes prior. She had shrunk the sandwich and thrown it down the drain, so that its evil couldn't hurt another soul. Still, Sarah's intentions were far from altruistic. She blamed this on Ed, his stupid ghost nearly killing her. Still, if Ed has one then Edd and Eddy most likely do as well, and with the way Edd and Rolf pulled Ed aside, she wouldn't be surprised if he had one from the get go. And so, she started to plan her 'revenge,' ready and willing to take her ability for a test run.


Stand Stats:


Stand name: Mad Little Girl

Namesake: Be Mad Little Girl (Bobby Darin song)

Localized name: Angry Little Girl

User: Sarah Ivanov

Destructive power: A

Speed: B

Range: C

Persistence: A

Accuracy: B

Potential: A

Description: Anything this Stand pierces with one of its many claws instantly shrinks. The specific size can be controlled by the user, and the user can shrink themselves without being pierced. Things can be restored to their normal size at will, but not any larger. Any objects on one's person are shrunk with them, unless the user chooses otherwise.

Fun fact: This Stand's power was directly inspired by the animation The Incredible Shrinking Day. If this were an anime, the ending theme would be I'm not Coming in Anymore, the song played in the animation. I recommend you check it out.