Dave's Wacky Occurrences Book 1 Part 1

by crazycrafts102

This is the first part of the DWO series, broken down for your convenience! This jojos spinoff follows David Tailor and his simple goal of trying to graduate his freshman year... but of course things don't go exactly as planned.

Dave's Wacky Occurrences

First Day of School Part 1

There stood David Tailor, age 15, bracing for his first day at highschool. As a spunky, wide-eyed student, high school felt like visiting New York City for the first time. His goal was simple, to graduate freshman year with passing grades. New friends and stronger bonds would be a plus, but no guarantee. The bus rolled up and David walks on listening to the whining sounds of stupid, first time 6th graders in the back. Because the freshman was a hefty and tall kid, he had the honor of his own seat, and took great pleasure in not having to worry about sitting next to some idiot. As the hot August air beat down his neck he mumbled, "This is going to be pure Hell if I have to listen to those kids everyday." "Hey Dave, what did you do over the summer?" a familiar annoying voice spoke in front of him. "Well Michael I did some traveling, visited some new places, and enjoyed time with family," David perkily remarked. "Oh that's cool, I visited many science camps, and picked up some cool souvenirs, I even brought some along, although they're kind of sharp, so watch out!" Michael retorted hastily. The freshman took no mind to Michael's statements, although he was annoying, Michael was still one of his friends and did care about his comments. Suddenly a sharp feeling ripped through his shin as the bus screeched to a stop. Michael's back pack had a sharp fragment sticking out which happened to gash his skin. He squirmed in pain but resisted screaming or crying. The fragment felt like it was digging deeper into his skin, until he realized his wound totally enveloped the piece. Dave knew he had to go to the nurse, and luckily the screeching stop happened to be at his new high school.

First Day of School Part 2

The large lad staggered out of the school bus, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the top of the bus as he dashed to the school doors. He was very unfamiliar with the layout of the high school, searching desperately to find the nurses office until finally, "Oh thank god, I found it!" he sputtered, as he stumbled inside. Out of breath, Dave plopped down on the seat as the nurse walked up to him. "What's the problem?" she bluntly asked. surprised by this he just points to his leg, expecting her to respond by grabbing tweezers to pull out the golden shard. But again to his surprise he looked to see the gash gone, completely covered by a fresh, new layer of skin that had already formed. "What's wrong, spit it out!" The nurse snapped, but the freshman only stared in shock and simply responded by standing up and apologizing, then proceeded to exit. "Okay then this is really…" Then he realized how heavy his book bag was, "What the… it wasn't this heavy before, how did it…" David didn't even finish his sentence before realizing that it looked like he lost 100 pounds. Being a large guy, he weighed 250 pounds, but suddenly David looked like an averagely fit kid. A sensation equivalent to drinking 20 energy drinks suddenly filled David's thinner body. It was power, a new power.

First Day of School Part 3

The last bell had rung, and the large lad had left to go find a place to relax after school was done. The day had felt weird, and after this morning's incidents it was clear to him something was amiss. Shortly after he experienced the "feeling" did his bag become lighter again, and his stomach once again became larger. Throughout the day he couldn't help but feel watched, and by something unpleasant nonetheless. As the freshman walked to the shady side of the building someone pulled his bag hard. The school day was out and many kids were already gone, but this tug surprised Dave immensely, "What the hell… who's there?" David snapped. Suddenly someone zipped around him to his front, there stood a medium sized kid, his glasses reflected the sunlight, making it hard to stare at his face. "So, another freshman? And a gentle giant too? Well you look like you could use a hand with that bag… I'll help… but it'll cost you." The kid responded. "Sorry bub, but I don't have cash, besides what's a creep like you following me around for?" "I got my reasons, now I know you got cash, so cough up, or you're gonna regret it." David wasn't too impressed with this threat, and proceeded on his way when a small sharp pain pounced off of his hand. Thinking it was merely a bee sting or some pebble falling off of the roof David proceeded onwards, then his arm went numb, looking over to see his hand had a small red soldier on it, no bigger than a bee, stabbing away on his hand. "HOLY CRAP WHAT IS THAT!" "That is my ability, and he will eliminate you unless you give me the cash!" The strange kid responded to the screaming question. "For my name is Quentin Rikker, and my ability, Red Choir, is unbeatable! NOW GET READY YOU FAT FUCK!"

Choir Practice Part 1

David noticed that the stabbed marks on his arm were slowly turning red, growing like a swollen bug bite, and then,"pop" a new small soldier burst from his wound. "So you can see my Red Choir, which means you must possess an ability like mine, but even so I doubt you or your ability is any match for my Red Choir's power!" ,Quentin slyly muttered. "What the hell are you talking about! What ability do you think I have! Agh, my arm is killing me right now. What did you do!" David yelled back. "Well your arm will be killing you if you don't hand over the cash, seeing as you're busy I might as well search your bag." David couldn't help but fall to the ground and attempt to nurse his arm as more small red soldiers sprung up, leaving holes in his flesh which began to gush out blood. "Oh what's this? A 20 dollar bill, well it seems you lied to me! AND FOR THAT I WILL SHOW NO MERCY!" Quentin barked out, David not knowing what was happening, suddenly felt the surge of energy from this morning flowing through his body. "Agh… you can't make a fool… out of David Tailor…" "Oh so that's your name, Dave Tailor, such a pity a newbie like you will be destroyed by a king like me, literally LOOK AT YOU! A MASSIVE FOOL LIKE YOU SHOULD AT LEAST TRY TO ENTERTAIN ME A LITTLE!" Quentin said as he looked down at his riving foe. "I… haven't lost yet," David responded as the feeling of power rushed through his untouched arm. The freshman suddenly lunged forward with great energy at Quentin and wrestled for the money in his hands, however the soldiers had drained too much blood from his arm, and Dave could only weakly stand after his ditched effort. "What was that shitty effort you just attempted, a pitiful display of your cry for help? Well soon my Red Choir shall completely remove your arm, and soon will infect your head, leaving you a dead husk!" David never expected violence from a school, never even expected death, but today he learned in order to survive he had to fight. And graduation would come no sooner if he didn't give it his all. "Well it doesn't matter the slightes… what the… what's this… AGH!" Quentin yelped as the dollar in his hand sent him crashing to the ground, crushing his hand. "What… Did you do… TO MY MONEY! My hand! WHAT DID YOU DO!" David again tried to stand up, and wobbling to the side of the wall, Quentin noticed that the foe looked skinnier and lighter than before. "I did what I had to do, I tried releasing what this strange power was from my fingertips into the money. And it seems that power took something from me… looks like my weight and transferred some of it into the dollar, I'm guessing 90 pounds or so." "How did you…" "Hold on I'm not done, I can increase this weight until you release your ability from my arm or until that dollar crushes your hand straight into the ground!" David retorted. "Oh you think I'll lie down and grovel like a dumb dog? WELL YOU COULDN'T BE MORE WRONG!"

Choir Practice Part 2

David looked surprised by his opponent's response. He knew that in time either he would fall, or Q over there would have his hand crushed. The searing pain from his blood stained arms didn't help the situation either. "My ability has already progressed it's way to your shoulders, and if Red Choir slices your neck, it'll be game over for you scum!" Quentin grumbed happily. David looked in horror as he noticed the tiny red soldiers progressing towards his neck, his entire arm strewn with holes gushing out with more blood then he had ever seen in his life was spewing out. "I told you my ability was unbeatable, and it looks to me your ability does nothing more than add weight to objects, HOW UTTERLY USELESS!" The fiend teased as he tried to pick up the dollar. The large lad had to agree, totally unfamiliar to this new power or anything he had been experiencing today, the freshman was beginning to admit defeat. "Well these abilities sure are interesting….they allow the user to stand up for themselves. So if this is my dying wish… if I'm actually gonna die… then please refer to these abilities as stands." David groggily said. "Stands… that's gotta nice ring to it. Well it's a shame such a wonderful idea is going to be mine for the taking." Q chuckled, the freshman suddenly began to regain his lost weight as his power weakened, and the money began to become lighter in the fiend's hand. "How utterly useless indeed, a stand that makes their user constantly chubby, a fat lard that…" "Chubby," "What?" "Chubby yes that's a good name," David glared at his attacker, "Your's is called Red Choir, Yes?" "Named after the strongest Army to ever exist and their excellent group of the Red Army Choir!" "Then songs and music are the common names?" "Hell if I know!" "Do you know of a singer named Chubby Checkers… I quite like his music, and seeing as your stand is named after…" "Oh how nice, but IT'S TOO LATE FOR YOU NOW, LOOK AT YOUR NECK DAVE!" the large lad didn't even glance at his neck, the pain shooting down his arm was already too great, and blood was falling in globs to the pavement below. "Why music? Why did you choose music as a name?" David began, "Oh shut up and die already, disposing of your fat body is going to be a pai…" "And by losing my arm I have set an advantage over you." "Complete bull shit!" Quentin responded. "No, I have won this match, it was only a matter of time. Now Chubby Checkers, Remove this fool from my presence." The power David felt before was greater than he could imagine, and he felt behind him a presence manifesting, a being made to protect him from harm. Quentin stared in awe as a crown wearing, checkered man formed behind the freshman, his fist adorn with large metal circles that resembled checker pieces. "What the hell is…'' without skipping a bit the stand lunged at Quentin and began pummelinging him with his fist. "Guda! Guda! Guda! Guda! Guda! Guda! Guda! GU-DA!" the stand cried as it sunk it's fist into the laad, blood spat and gushed from his mouth as he felt his insides tighten. "Chubby Checkers has removed almost all of your body weight, causing your muscles and organs to search for nutrients in the body, which will slowly consume itself." David said, a slight smirk at the end of his lips. "How did you… AGH, MY INSIDES!" Quentin rolled around trying to crawl to his target, but failed, and in his struggle he exerted the last of his strength, causing him to pass out. Red Choir instantaneously reverted to the blood and tissue removed from his arm, it filled and covered some wounds, leaving others still gashed and injured. David looked extremely obese, and Quentin looked as frail as a stick. However soon he reverted back to his chubby self, along with Quentin's body returning back to it's normal shape. "I returned your weight, your body should begin to function normally soon. Keep the 20, I never needed it anyway," David responded, pulling some bandages out of his backpack. He put some flimsy band-aids on his open wounds, feeling around he could also tell how close Red Choir had gotten to his neck. "I sure could use a snack" he said to himself, as he picked up his bag, threw the empty box and the remaining band-aids onto his fellow freshman, and proceeded to walk home, the August heat still beating down his neck.

STAND PROFILE:

Stand Name: Chubby Checkers

Stand User: David Tailor

Ability: Can take Weight from objects weighing less than 500 pounds and can be picked up and transfer the weight to another object or person. By transferring a living being's weight it will remove that amount of weight from the person in the form of fats and nutrients first, which can then be applied to objects to add weight to them. Objects with weights taken will become lighter by the amount of weight taken from them, and objects with weight applied will become heavier and denser.

STAND PROFILE:

Stand Name: Red Choir

Stand User: Quentin Rikker

Ability: It starts out as one singular soldier, around the size of a bee. If the soldier stabs any living flesh it can create a duplicate of itself from the tissue of the living thing. And continuously does this until the tissue is all used up, or the host is dead. Defeating the original soldier however greatly harms Quentin, but any cloned soldiers will do no damage to Quentin if killed. Quentin can't use his own flesh however as a way to clone soldiers, and risks spontaneous combustion if he does so.

The Loneliest Boy in the World Part 1

The school building looked unchanged, and David looked at it now with more hesitation than ever before. What new enemies, or encounters, would this freshman have to deal with? What would he have to expect knowing a little more about stands? As the freshman pondered to himself inside the building, an arm slung across his back. "Ah what the… Oh 'Quentin', what now didn't you learn your lesson?" Quentin slided next to Giant with no hesitation, "Well you see buddio… uh… I came to apologize…" "Wha… apologize, my arm is busted because of you!" David sputtered. "Ya I'm sorry about that, but I've just been strapped for cash recently and you seemed like an easy target sooooo." Q responded, and the lad looked over the student's round body. The two sat there awkwardly for a second, and Dave sighed, "Ok fine, thanks for the apology." They both seemed slightly more relieved by this response, and Quentin schooched over to another seat across from his new friend. "So, where did you get your Stand from Buddio?" "Well I got stabbed by this shard, and then I guess my stand just appeared? Honestly I have no idea and really don't understand anything about them!" "Huh… Well same here, really that was almost exactly how I got mine, some nerd hit me with his bag in the hall and something from it stabbed my arm, and boom, Red Choir!" In this moment the large lad began to piece things together, and everything was being linked back to his friend Michael. "So Ya know any other users?" the freshman pondered aloud. "Not particularly, no, but there was this other kid…" Quentin didn't finish because he noticed Dave wasn't even looking at him. "Ew, why is high school so lovey dovey, can't people show their affection after school." he grumbled, and in response Q looked at what the lad was seeing. Two kids who seemed totally different from each other were making out furiously. "Oh that's just disgusting, why would they do that here?" The lad groaned, "So you don't like public displays of affection huh? We'll see how you like it." A voice from behind them said, and before either could respond the freshman felt a hand push his head down to look at the floor and then he suddenly had the strangest urge to get closer to the ground. The lad began to push his face extremely close to the dirty floor, trying to fight whatever was making him want to make contact with it anymore, "What's happening! Why do I have the urge to… to… KISS THE FLOOR!" The tall and skinny kid laughed at David's scenario, as Quentin looked in surprise and Horror, it was the student he had seen yesterday also interacting with Michael, and he looked more than happy to make their acquaintances.

The Loneliest Boy in the World Part 2

"Didn't I see you yesterday with that nerdy kid?" "I sure as hell didn't see you… but yes I did bump into a 'nerdy kid' yesterday." The lengthy kid tried to act both sarcastic and cold as he talked, "Now what did you say was wrong about public displays of affections?" "N-NOTHING JUST GET ME AWAY FROM THE GODDAMN FLOOR!" "No No! You said something, something that mocked my ability and how I choose to use it." "Ability? Well buckeroo let's talk then!" Quentin walked over to the strange kid, gently pushed the foe's foot off of his friend's head, and wrapped his arm around the skinny kid, "You see he has an ability to, one that's kind of scary actually… I take that back, it's horrifying! So I don't think it would be the wisest thing to make this big boy mad. Plus you haven't even told us your name my good sir!" "Edward…" "Well Edward, can I call you Eddy?" "No." "Okay anyway Ed listen here, I don't know what this power of yours is or what you plan to do with it, but seriously…" He lifted his arm off of the freshman, "I recommend you stop now." "OH REALLY!" "WHAT THE CRISPY KENTUCKY FRIED FUCK!" The lad suddenly flipped out a small red knife and pointed it at the kid's throat, "I'll stop when I want to stop… and get this thing off of me you brainless baby." The lengthy lad reached into his shirt and yanked out something he clutched tightly in his fist, Q suddenly felt a heavy pressure over him as the fiend slowly began to tighten his fist, "What is this thing anyway?" "HELP ME!" Dave was still struggling to lift his body and face away from the dirt ridden floor as his lips grew centimeters away from making contact. "I'M… ARGH!" The freshman suddenly fell to the ground with his friend as Ed threw the red soldier onto the ground, "KISS IT! SHOW THE WORLD WHAT PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION REALLY ARE!" He lifted up the student's head and then slammed it into the cafeteria floor, "Where do you think you're going?" He glanced over at the fleeing Quentin, when suddenly an egg with odd muscular arms and legs appeared before him wielding the pocket knife from before. "JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS THAT" The egg clicked and then lunged for his face with the knife, "That is What is Love, my stand!" "AN EGG!" "THE STRONGEST EGG IN THE WORLD!"

The Loneliest Boy in the World Part 3

"RED CHOIR!" The soldier charged towards the egg, knife ready to stab its beefy legs coming out of its shell, when suddenly it threw something right in front of it. "A crumb?" The red soldier suddenly dropped its trusty knife, and walked slowly towards the crumb, and then began to furiously embrace. "What is Love… you know what to do." SMASH! The clink of the knife fell directly in front of the soldier as Quentin watched in horror bracing for a surge of pain when his stand suddenly fell back. "The crumb… YOU MISSED YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" The crumb the soldier kissed had been crushed and scattered, "THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING I'VE EVER…" Edward kept his foot down on the freshman's back as he lifted up his target's head to watch, his soldier started to shake, and weakly stooped down to pick up its knife. "Don't you see it? Isn't it incredible?" Shakily the soldier brought the blade to its throat, "No… NO DON'T OR ELSE… AGH!" SLASH! The knife grazed the soldier as Q struggled to break free and barely managed to push his stand away from the knife, a cut began to form on the students throat as he gasped for air. "And that's why you don't laugh at others misfortune." He pulled back the lad's hair and smashed his head repeatedly into the ground like he did with David, "Now What is Love, take his eyes next." The fiend lifted up his head once more and forced the eyelids open as the stand walked over with the knife, Q tried to squirm and break free, but the hold the position he was in was a fairly cruel one. "This is what it feels like to be alone you know… utterly helpless…. Just like me." "YOU'RE NEVER ALONE IN A FIGHT!" "ARGH!" Chubby Checkers loomed over the freshman as it slammed him into some chairs, Dave smiled vaguely as he wiped his lips, "That was fucking disgusting!" The fight had finally caught the attention of a few kids from around the room as Ed began to get back up, "That was… painful." He looked at the giant with his cold and empty eyes, "NOW WHAT IS LOVE!" "OH BIG BOY COME HERE!" A random girl suddenly wrapped her arms extremely tightly over the lad's guts and squeezed inwards with great force pushing the air from his lungs, "You wouldn't hurt an innocent girl right?" "Urgh… No, I have no intention of… ARGH!" "THEN SHUT UP!" Edward slashed at the large lad's gut with his knife, drawing blood in the process as he smiled cruelly, "This is the actual power of love, no joke! She won't let go unless you hit her or you die!" "You bitch…" "No, no you just don't understand that this is far more entertaining than anything I've experienced yet!" "Pathetic…" "I'll show you what pathetic can do…" He lifted up the lad's chin with the knife, "NOW CHUBBY CHECKERS!" The girl holding him suddenly fell to her knees as the stand punched the knife into the air, the extra large lad then lunged on top of the unsuspecting freshman. "They call me the large lad for a reason you know." "What are you AH FUCK!" "GUDA!" The stand suddenly grabbed the flying knife and brought it down onto the student's hand, David rolled off of his target as he watched him try to remove the extremely heavy knife from the middle of his hand. "AGH WHAT DID YOU DO!" Dave bent down and picked up his unconscious friend, "Don't get others involved in your problems," The thin girl on the floor began to grow more lively as she looked around in confusion, "GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!" Ed suddenly ripped the knife from his hand as it grew lighter and stumbled towards the freshman walking away, "NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF…" "GUDA!" "Talk to me when you wisen up… fucking idiot." Chubby Checkers grabbed the unsuspecting lad's face and slammed it into the ground just like he had done to them, the knife falling from his hands as his stand quickly picked it up and hid it before anyone could notice. There were quite a few people in the nurse's office that day.

STAND PROFILE:

Stand Name: What is Love

Stand User: Edward Valentime

Ability: His strange looking stand, a green egg with muscular arms and legs, can force a person to "Fall in love" or grow an extreme attachment to another person or object. However the person must be looking at the object or person for the affect to take hold. If the person or object is destroyed in front of the target, the person has a high likeliness to attempt suicide or majorly harm themselves. What is Love can't make anyone fall in love or have interest in the user however.

Michael's Summer Trip

David returned to school on a slightly more brisk Friday morning, the week's occurrences had badly destroyed his arm and stomach, and using Chubby Checkers to fix the wound was both ineffective and took way too much out of him, luckily he was a decently smart kid, and didn't have to worry about classes too much and could focus more on the confusing stands he had been encountering. Walking inside he saw two familiar kids sitting in the cafeteria booth and went to sit next to them. "... And that's why you should watch the rest of Jimmy's Neutronic experiments!" Egg perkily remarked to Quentin, "JEE, what a show, I'm surprised you never finished it Quentin," Dave butted in. "I'm just always busy with other things you know." "Ya, Ya, but still you should watch it." Ed nodded his head in agreement, and Quentin began to think of something weird. "Ed your stand can make a person fall in love with an object or another person, right? If so why don't you just use it on yourself to get a girlfriend… or maybe a friend at least?" "Well it doesn't work like that," he responded, "My stand does make people fall in love with objects or people, but there are a few flaws. I can control 1 person at a time and that's it. However if I destroy the thing the person has fallen in love with they will most likely try and commit suicide, or at least harm themselves majorly." As he said this Q kicked him from under the table, seeing as he made his Red Choir nearly kill itself and him. "But the WORST thing about What is Love isn't the stand's appearance, NO, it's the fact I can't make people attracted to me!" "Oof that's rough," David replied sarcastically, recovering from his own thoughts. "So Ed did you get your stand from some kind of shard too?" "Yes actually, some kid dropped his bag, and when I helped him pick it up some golden thing sliced into my wrist. I started to freak out, and when I looked to see if it was bleeding it looked like nothing happened! Even weirder the moment it stabbed me all the people in the hall began to move away from me like I was a weirdo," Edward grumbled. "Looks like I need to have a chat with Michael, I believe he might have accidentally given more people stands like ours. You boys wanna help me after school talk to him, I don't think my body can handle another fight, and it might get messy." "Sure," both lads nodded as Dave was left thinking more about the appearance of stands. As the school day passed the three freshmen could only think about what Michael could have been wielding, and if he could have received any powers too. "Hey Michael can we quickly talk after school," the large lad politely asked, "Oh sure I've been meaning to talk to you about something anyway!" Michael replied. The group had met at the side of the school building and tension was building as they began to ask questions. "So Michael… where did you go over the summer, what souvenirs did you get?" "Well I went to many camps, and if you think I brought back a disease I checked for all symptoms and definitely don't have any! But when it comes to souvenirs I brought home a snow globe, plenty of science books… oh and a funky looking arrow that I thought was made from chocolate cause it was covered in gold." "An arrow?" Ed questioned, "Ya an arrow, but it broke in my backpack on the first day of school, and there were tons of shards, and somehow it ripped a hole in the bag and fell everywhere!" "Well that explains a lot!" David thought, "Well, one of the pieces stabbed me…" the group all tensed up prepared to do battle, "but I couldn't remove it, and just went on with my day." The group eased up noticing Michael didn't experience the power of receiving a stand. "But that's not the problem David! Someone stole my bag and it had all of the shards still in it! I don't want anyone to get hurt from those sharp pieces, so if you find the bag please get it for me. It has science equipment printed on it, and a big hole in the bottom!" "We'll look for it Michael, until we find it, make sure you'll take care of yourself and that piece." The lad responded. "Oh don't worry, new skin has already covered the scratch, and I can't feel any bumps so I think the shard must have just fallen out!" The group parted ways as Ed, Q, and Dave looked worried at each other. "If those shards make stands, and users don't know how to control them until they mature, we could have to fight tons of stand users!" Quentin murmed, "The real problem isn't the stand users, undeniably well encountered other users, the real problem is who has that bag, the power they wield to give stands is horrifying." David responded. "Well until we have a suspect we just need to keep our guard up and try to discover other users… and understand these things better ourselves." Edward said, and the three knew challenges were going to arise, and graduation would come no sooner if they were dead, and no sooner if they couldn't survive freshman year. "But until then, you boys want to have a sleepover this weekend, there's this fun dice game I like to play, and I think you lads will enjoy it too!" The weekend had begun, and fall was just a few days away.

PANIC Attack Part 1

The sleepover was beginning with a blast. David's dice rolling game, Dungeon Divers, was incredibly popular amongst the group. It helped the once troubled teens, cursed with the thoughts of enemies and stands, put them behind them. The wounds received from this week's "haphazardly battles" were beginning to heal, along with the bonds between them. "Your group has encountered many small goblins deep within these dungeon walls, although not hostile, their power could easily overrun your team." David spoke in his best DM voice. "We should befriend them for their gold and knowledge!" Edward began, but was cut short by Quentin's rantings, "KILL THEM, THEY WILL POSE THREATS IN THE FUTURE!" Before Dave could respond Q began to roll attack dice. "Woh hold on! Before we battle let me set up some stuff and take a break. Egg, can you go upstairs and grab us some drinks? Q, I need you to look for some goblin figures in my figure boxes, but don't look around too much, I have some surprises still hidden in there too." The two lads understood, and hoping to return back to the enthralling story both sought out to complete their tasks quickly. "Hey, what do you guys want to drink?" Ed said halfway up the stairs, but got no response from the two busy men. He proceeded on his way, reaching the kitchen, trying to adapt to a house he never been in before, he searched for the fridge. "Ahh this fuckin math test bull crap…" mumbled someone at the kitchen table. Ed looked over to see an older girl, 16-ish, enraged over what looked like math test reviews for Monday. As Edward walked to the fridge he felt his knees buckle, sweat began to pour furiously from his brow, and the feeling like he was staring at an impossible force in front of him washed over his body. The girl seemed to pay no attention to Ed's horrified movements, and seemed to increase in her level of stress over her work instead. "What… Is this feeling… why do I feel so… scared!?" Edward mumbled, leaning against the kitchen island, trying not to fall over from the pure feeling of fear. "It feels like I'm staring death in the face!" the freshman mouthed out, but the feeling was only growing stronger, and it felt like his entire world was spinning. "What is the horrible sound playing in my head, and why do I see flashing lights?" He spoke timidly, his voice hoarse and dry. The once clean and simple kitchen floor seemed to have turned to colored glass, with flashing lights underneath. "WHAT IS THIS FEELING OF DREAD!?" The freshman gasped out, noticing he was no longer staring at the fridge, but a vast dance floor… a disco… of sorts, and it felt like he was on fire. Brimstone and ash covered the walls, flames danced amongst the floor. It was like the 70's, a literal Disco Inferno.

PANIC Attack Part 2

The hellish disco landscape engulfed Edward's vision, combined with the unknown feeling of fear and defeat, he had no idea what to do. "WHAT IS GOING ON!" the confused boy yelled out, with fruitless results. The heat in this endless landscape seemed to increase, making his sweat begin to evaporate on his skin. "I'm…. I'm going to… I need… to stop this." Edward muttered out, his mouth dry with no saliva or fluids. His knees gave way, submitting him to the burning floor, the flashing lights and crappy music filling his ears. The helpless man looked for an escape but saw nothing, only fire, brimstone, and a girl sitting at a table. "What… how on… is she using a stand?" he gasped out, the air becoming hot and painful to breath. "THIS MATH IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME!" The junior screamed out, still not noticing the riving kid on the floor. "I got to use… Green lovers…" the green egg began to manifest a few meters away from him, but even it's cracked yolk was beginning to cook under the extreme heat. "What is Love… make her… fall in love with that paper…" The egg seemed no stronger than Edward's person and it's shell began to crack just approaching the figure. Blood and cuts ripped through Ed's skin, the shell reflecting its user's own condition. With what small strength it could muster, the egg grazed the girl's leg, before wobbling backwards, nearly shattering in the process. "I DESPISE MA… oh what was I yelling at, these problems are so… understandable now, it's like I know all of the answers! It makes so much more sense!" Her look of stress and panic washing away, Edward too felt the relief, the visions of the hellish Disco fading away back to the cold kitchen floor. "Although the blood stopped it seems my cuts are still there, nothing too major though." Ed muttered, gasping for water. Eying no longer the fridge, but rather the sink he clambered to his knees and began glugging the cold faucet water. "Ew, what are you doing? David sure does have some strange friends." The junior chuckled, "Just get a drink from the fridge." The freshman looked at her with once again a cold look in his eyes. He had no Idea how to respond being attacked, and the female seemed to have no knowledge of her stand. "Ya that's what I was going to do anyway." "Jeez it's pretty obvious that you guys aren't that smart, oh, and my name's Sara just to throw that out there." "Ed, but my friends call me Egg." "What a dumb name, but I've heard worse." The lad shrugged off the encounter but the kitchen felt super stuffy after he grabbed the drinks. Looking around he noticed that the entire room was filled with a dark blue gas, it seemed it was coming from Sara's body. "Jeez what's with all this smoke? Did dad cook something this morning and forget to open the windows? Ed, can you open a window before you head back downstairs?" "Ya… why is this smoke blue?" "Hell if I know." Ed had to agree, and even after the kitchen windows were cracked, it seemed to hang over the kitchen. "What took you so long? We were waiting for so long Q actually explained why attacking was a smart idea, AND I AGREED WITH HIM!" "Ya sorry about that, I just had to do something with Green Lovers…" "Green Lovers, I thought it was What is Love." "Eh I'll call it both, it just depends on the day, and I'm sure other people are like this too." "Anyway, your party has encountered a goblin hoard and has chosen to engage. Roll for initiative." "Huh natural 20," Quentin said, "And you Ed?" "I rolled a 4." "Well, I think we all can drink to that."

STAND PROFILE:

Stand: Panic at the Disco

User: Sara Tailor

Ability: When the user is stressed out, either from a problem or fight, she can amplify her stress onto another person in the form of gas. This stress not only weakens and scares the opponent, but also begins to distort their perceptions to a hellish 70's Disco. The more stressed the user, the hotter the Disco, and weaker the opponent will become if they continue to inhale the gas. However the more stressed the user, the harder it is for her to concentrate on the task or fight, and even harder to focus on attacking multiple people. The stress from the user is released from pipes in the stand in the form of gas, which the more the person breathes in, the stronger the effects become.

A Real Romance Part 1

"Ya I doubt my sister is a stand user, but I'll talk to her about this later," David began, "Well unless someone was smoking a massive blunt and I was high, some kind of blue smoke was making me hallucinate a Demonic Disco," Edward retorted. It was Sunday morning, and the boys had played Dungeon Divers for hours on end. With what little sleep they got the group shared their thoughts about last night's events. "Still My sister is a junior, why would she interact with Michael, a freshman?" "Good point… I don't know, is it even possible for people to be just born with stand powers?" The two thought hard about this, and Quentin could feel the building pressure to put in his input so he thought he would change the subject. "Soooooo… you boys met my girlfriend right?" "I don't know if a person can be…. GIRLFRIEND!" David gasped in shock, and then realized he had only known Q for a week so this shouldn't surprise him too much. "Huh, I had no idea," Ed responded much more calmly. "Ya her name is Abi Ghost, she's a 8th grader though so she doesn't see me as much." "OH SURE you have a girlfriend who goes to a different school… like we'll believe that," both Freshman responded but Q cut them off quickly. "I can prove it, heck after school tomorrow you both can meet her." The two lads were intrigued, and agreed to this odd request. Monday afternoon had come with surprising speed, and David and Edward stood awkwardly around waiting for their friend. "He probably bailed, maybe just to laugh at us." "If he did I'll use What is Love to make him fall in love with the ugliest girl around, then we'll see who's laughing!" "OH REALLY!" A familiar voice rang out, undoubtable it was Q walking towards them with a half pint of a girl. Her cringy goth style made both Ed and Dave shutter. She wasn't ugly, but looked very... unpleasant to say the least. "So you're my Quentin-kun's friends! My name is Abi-Chan," the girl said in a perky and annoying voice. "This is going to be hell." "Ya," the two freshmen mumbled to each other. Abi didn't seem like a threat when it came to power, but she was going to be a problem for sure. "SO looks like I'm the superior here, being the only man with a girlfriend." David had to agree, the lad had a more easy on the eyes body then David, and less of an awkward behavior then the lengthy lad. "So are you two both stand users too ;)?" Both freshmen were surprised by this entirely, but Q nodded in response to her question. "Ya, their stands are Chubby Checkers and What is Love." "Oh that's just great, it's so nice to be with outcasts like me, oh and I should say my stand is called My Chemical Romance, named after Q-kun's and my LOVE for each other." David and Edward looked at their friend with annoyance, seeing as he just revealed their stand's names, which is already a big problem. But Q paid no attention to them, heck, he was acting like they weren't even there. "So… Abi… how did you get your stand?" David started with hesitation. "Oh I've always had it, haven't you?" "No?" "Huh, well that does explain how I never encountered you before," she said with a strange look in her eyes. "Ya, all of us boys here got are stands only a week ago." "I know." "How?" "Quentin-kun." "Of Course." "Well before I never told Q-kun about my stand, until I sensed one day he had one, and we grew even closer." The conversation was getting difficult to listen to. Not only did they discover their friend had pretty been ratting on them, but this girl had a weird obsession over Quentin and talked like she was in an anime. "Well guys, Abi and I better be on our way, were going to Rattatougnes Restaurant for a date!" "Good luck," Edward grumbled, "Have fun," David sarcastically called out. The two groups parted ways, Dave looking back to see Abi writing in a black journal, filled with… "stickers?" Abi suddenly jerked her head back and looked at him with a primal glare. The large lad quickly looked forward again and picked up his pace. "Well at least our gaining a stand ability question is answered," Egg started. "Yep," David responded, sweat beginning to drip down his neck. "Yes indeed."

A Real Romance Part 2

The week had passed surprisingly uneventfully. David was just expecting something to happen after the encounter with Abi. That girl gave him chills that he never felt before, the complete feeling of, "NO HE'S MINE!" and he couldn't help but cringe at all the times she said "Quentin-kun" like a japanese otaku. "So Dave, have you seen Quentin recently, we need to schedule the next Dungeon Divers sleepover soon," Edward butted in as David was thinking to himself. "Sadly no. I saw him yesterday, but he was looking… ill to say the least." "Oh jeez, I wonder why. There hasn't been a stomach bug outbreak yet, has there?" "Not that I know of," The freshman said, a strange feeling this was somehow Abi's fault. "So you think this is Abi's doing don't you?" Ed said, catching Dave off guard. "Yes actually, she gave me a very 'he's mine look', when we first met, and she does have a stand. We don't know jackshit about it, and to make things worse she knows we all have stands too." "I agree, either she could be trying to isolate Q just for herself, or she's trying to set a trap for us," The lengthy lad agreed, the two of them looked at each other with concern for their friend. A relationship isn't a bad thing, but a romance can get hairy, and Abi's stand, My Chemical Romance, was a complete mystery to both of them. "I saw Abi with this weird journal and it had stickers all inside of it, like a creepy diary for a fangirls darkest fantasies." "Well isn't that ominous," Ed jokingly started, but then stopped, and sat still for a second. "Did you say stickers?" "Ya stickers, I didn't get a good look but it was just a bunch of random stuff, no correlation whatsoever." "Well Q had a sticker on him which looked like one you would find on the apples from lunch, which was odd because our lunch apples don't have stickers." The large lad thought for a second "Ya strange, but we need confirmation that her stand is somehow related to these stickers." Both agreed that if Quentin didn't show up to school tomorrow they would confront Abi about her stand, and Quentin's strange disappearance. Friday Morning, the boys sat waiting for their friend. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, the bell rings in 3 minutes and no sign of him. As they begin to pack up something catches Ed's eye, a kid highly resembling Quentin, clad in black clothing and looking very carefully around. "Yo Q, what's with the gettup! And why did you leave after lunch yesterday." Ed began, but the kid backed off, hesitating before speaking. "I was… I had an appointment… ya an appointment… I... I can't be… friends anymore." He muttered before the bell rang and he quickly took his leave. "What the hell was that all about," Edward questioned, but the quick crowd of moving kids made it hard for him to keep an eye on where Q was. "Ya and then he just took off, no explanation, nothing, and he looked exactly how Abi dresses too," Edward finished explaining to the freshman. "Sounds mighty suspicious to me. Well he did show up, but something's changed. As Lads we must respectfully follow him, meddling in a romance isn't a good idea, but this… this is no romance, or at least is more like forced love." "Agreed." The two slowly walked behind Q on his way home pretending to be nobody more than two friends enjoying an after school stroll, surprisingly the cliche worked, and Q never suspected their presences. But they also noticed Q wasn't heading to his address either, instead he was making his way to a run down neighborhood, and at the end of the block stood the shadow of an unmistakable figure. The hot September sun beat down on the two as they watched from a distance the disaster that was unfolding. "SO YOU TALKED TO THEM!" "But… they approached me first, and I told them to stay away." "THAT DOESN"T MATTER YOU ARE ONLY MINE, MINE!" Abi's shouting echoed through the neighborhood, but no one came to see the ruckus, no one came to defend Quentin. Q quivered as Abi raised her hand and slapped Quentin's face. It wasn't a hard smack, but it did leave a mark. "What is that?" Dave muttered to Egg, both of them hiding behind a shack, "It looks like she put… A STICKER!" "Yep I can see it, it's some kind of crappy anime sticker." While the two looked with anger and readiness to possibly confront her, Quentin began to vomit, and hard. A disgusting stream of puke trailed from his mouth until he was basically just coughing up flem and saliva. "So it was just a puking sticker. You're lucky it wasn't worse. Now go home and think of what you did, and don't forget to text me and say you love me Quentin-Kun." Abi proceeded to rip the sticker off of his face and rip it up. The lad looked at her with pain in his eyes, but managed to mouth "I love you," and proceed on his path home. "OH SHIT MAN, this is bad!" "Well why don't we stop her now," "No she might use Quentin to attack us or threaten to kill him if we continue following her." The feeling of defeat and helplessness washed over the two as they watched a horrid relationship unfold, but the feeling of rage fueled a fire within their very souls.

A Real Romance Part 3

The weekend had come and gone, the last of the yard work was finished that weekend at David's house, and much more. He learned of his sister's encounter with Michael, the nerd being a part of the same science club she was in, and how Sara accidently stepped on an Arrow shard. "Another tailor stand user, just great!" he thought sarcastically, but the freshman knew his sister could be a valuable ally for the future. The cool September breeze brushed against Edward's face as he waited for his friend in front of the school, the feeling of fall was already so close. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't we go inside?" Dave started, "Hold on, today we must keep our guard up," "Pff why, 'Cause it's A Monday,'" "No because the 8th graders take their first High School tour today." "Oh… oh god." The Two stopped standing in the brisk morning air and moved inside with extreme caution, scanning over the groups of 8th graders waiting to tour the school building. Abi was no were to be found though, and as the bell rang neither was Quentin. "Oh Fuckin Whoop-de-do, this is going to be a nightmare." The two lads, knowing that this was their one chance to both stop Abi and help Quentin, decide to skip their first period classes with bathroom and nurse excuses to search for him. Luckily it didn't take long though, the nurse's office happened to be filled with many kids this morning, along with Quentin squirming in a bed. "What's wrong man, why are there so many sick people?" Ed began, but the troubled soul didn't have the strength to speak, rather pointed at his cheek and hands, revealing multiple stickers. "Oh dear god, she's trying to make you a living corpse, I bet…" "David look." Edward cut him short pointing at other kids, each covered in stickers, some with only one, others with up to 4. But none as bad as Quentin, whose body was adorned with 10 stickers. "Well Abi was able to rip these off, why can't we?" With great strength, Edward and David attempted to use their stands to rip off the stickers, but they stuck to his flesh like they were a part of it. "Holy Fuck, so this is My Chemical Romance, a bunch of stickers… STICKERS!" Some kids groaned hearing the freshman's loud voice, and the large lad noticed that these kids couldn't see the stickers, meaning this was indeed Abi's stand. "If we don't get her to remove these stickers, Quentin will die, no doubt, this relationship will be the actual death of him. Plus we don't even know what they are doing to him!" Ed chimed in, and both knew stopping her was a must. The two frantically searched the halls, looking through classroom windows, checking bathrooms and getting slapped in the face for 'peeking'. But the search wasn't fruitless, for hidden in the stairwell sat Abi, staring down at her foes with a psychotic look. "So you don't think Quentin-kun should keep dating me, you think he doesn't love me… oh he loves me… he's just learning that love is a one person thing, and friends aren't allowed." David began to clench his fists, Edward started to reach for his pocket knife, and Abi was casually writing in her diary above them. "Dear Diary, Today I visited Quentin-kun at the high school, and had to teach him not to interact with others, plus all the people he talked to I made sure to give em' a sticker. So they learned that he's mine, and as I write this My Quentin-kun is enjoying the feeling of me, his Abi, on his skin, 10 little pieces of me, he should feel honored I'm so close to him. And his DUMB, HORRIBLE… 'friends' are now trying to stop me from being with my DARLING. To think these buffoons caused me to hurt my beloved so, if only they weren't friends in the first place, but they will no longer be his friends, they will no longer be around!" Abi read aloud, her emphasis on not being around was chilling. "So you're going to eliminate us, and harm multiple others, and we're just supposed to lie down like dogs and die?!" Edward began, "NO YOUR NOT SUPPOSE TO LIE DOWN YOUR SUPPOSE TO COLLAPSE TO THE GROUND AND GROVEL AT MY FEET AS I SLOWLY INFECT YOUR BODY!" The freshman couldn't take any more of the rambling and began to walk up the stairs, but in his haste he didn't watch his step. "Mr. Valentine I don't feel so, BLAAAAH…" David keeled over on the stairs showing he just stepped on a small sticker. "Oh looks like you stepped on another vomiting sticker! I wonder what effect the one you put your hand on will give you!" David watched in horror as he looked at his hand which was touching the railing, as he lifted it up it revealed an annoying anime girl holding a leek on it. The lad's arm soon covered in small red dots. "OH looks like that was a Smallpox sticker!" "But, I'm vaccinated!" "My stand ignores all basic immunities, and strikes whether you're vaccinated or not!" David could feel his body begin to collapse in on itself as the feeling of puke and blood built up in his throat. Soon a flow of red puke streamed from his mouth, but still he continued to crawl up the stairs. A burning sensation filed his gut as he continued to crawl upwards towards the laughing fiend, "HA YOU FOOL, STILL TRYING TO APPROACH ME, WELL THE STICKER YOUR HAND JUST TOUCHED WILL SURE PUT YOU DOWN FOR GOOD!" He didn't even look at his hand, heck he couldn't see his hand, David went blind, unable to see anything, but he could still feel his way up the stairs. Abi closed her journal, and took out her pen, casually walking over to foe she proceeded to furiously stab at his ears, trying to essentially cut them off. Dave did scream in pain for once, his voice covered by the explosion of blood and vomit from his mouth, his body collapsing on the blood soaked steps below. "As I thought, dead, and no step closer to ending my romantic relationship with Quentin-kun." "ha...haha," the freshman could barely chuckle, and lifting his arm he smacked it against the wall, breaking it and spewing even more blood, then proceeded to throw his blood on the opposite wall facing Abi. "What was that? I didn't place another sticker did I? One that causes a mental disorder? Or something else." Abi looked at the blood stain on the wall in front of her. "Gotcha…" David gasped with a blood stained smile.

A Real Romance Part 4

"Jeez boy you didn't have to break your arm, but I can understand not wanting to hurl your own puke at the wall," Edward said menacingly behind the middle schooler. "NOW WHAT IS LOVE!" In the moment Abi looked at the blood stain on the wall a very strange feeling overcame her, the feeling of want. Ed smirked as she rose and began to climb the railing in order to jump to the blood stain, but the stairs were high up, and the jump would undoubtedly break her bones from the impact. "My stand isn't invincible, nor powerful, but can easily be inflicted onto others. NOW LUBA, LUBA, LUBA, LUBA, LUBA, LUBA, LUBA, LU-BA!" Abi was extremely close to jumping, and although David couldn't see it happen he could sense victory was near. Thud… "Well Ed looks like we…" "HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH MY ENEMY'S BLOOD, QUENTIN-KUN IS THE ONLY ONE FOR ME!" The shrill voice of the girl rang out clear and painfully. Egg laid seizing on the ground, multiple stickers stuck to him, including one that was inducing his seizures. "Dear god… what are you…" "I'm Quentin's True Love." The freshman finally knew this was what defeat felt like, when one is completely helpless, he was outwitted and beaten. Edward layed shaking on the floor, sick, in pain, and beaten, and the large lad was propped up loosely against the stairwell wall, unable to see anything. "You can't beat our love." "Hehehehehe… ahahahah…. HAHAHHHA, LOVE… NO BROS BEFORE HOES BITCH!" David laughed with glee, "YOU DARE MOCK MY LOVE!" The lad could only respond by sluggishly sitting himself up, listening to where she was, and flicked. He merely flicked, nothing hit, no damage was done, If it was to taunt her, it worked. "You…. you flicked at…. In order to do what? Annoy me… show that I'm weak…. To do what!" Dave couldn't respond, The blood loss was just too much and he could only smirk as his consciousness faded. The hall went quiet… except for one sound, and then the words, "Bros pered motygami." "What was that? Who said that?" No response… until "AGGGGHHHH!" Abi yelled in pain as Red Choir pierced her neck, her blood vessels rupturing, spewing blood across the walls of the hall, a violent rain of crimson liquid combined with the vomit on the floor, the seizing lengthy lad, and the collapsed David created quite the sight. "Beep...Beep…. Beep, beep, beep…" The sound echoed through Quentin's mind, "Beep...Beep...Byou...Bbig…Monkee…" His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the blinding lights he could see 3 figures. As his eyes adjusted it was undoubtedly his mom, dad… and Edward? After the many hugs and tears and comraderies, The hospital began to grow quiet again, his parents had left for the night, however Edward was still recovering, and explained the fight to his friend. "So you see your Red Choir did save us in the end, luckily it's so small it doesn't take much power to control. Well Abi got hospitalized with us, but she left sooner and without knowledge of you being in here with her luckily. Well sadly David got the bunt of the attack, and is still recovering from being stabbed multiple times in the ears. There is a true threat when it comes to stand users, and Abi is just the icing on the cake!" The explanation summed up the events, the three lads all had been inflicted with either too many or too powerful sticker effects, and each had been hospitalized. Luckily the school excused their missed work and absences, and it was already Thursday. "Man I sure could use a snack," The friendly voice said from the doorway. David stood there, his still towering frame shadowing his friends. "So who's up for a sleepover this weekend, just remember… no girls allowed."

Abi Ghost stood and stared vacantly at the High School, the feelings burning inside her was impossible to manage, but somehow only a single tear fell from her cheek. Soon the school bell rang, and school was out, her figure fading into the crowd of chatting, regular teenagers. "You can't beat me Quentin-kun, love always finds a way," She said, slinging the science backpack which once belonged to Micheal across her back. "Now who will be their next opponent…"

STAND PROFILE:

Stand name: My Chemical Romance

Stand user: Abi Ghost

Ability: Her stand manifests itself as a black notebook, her 'diary', which is filled with up to 50 random stickers, which can range from just food stickers all the way to anime stickers and anything in between. If a sticker is touched or placed on a person, it can inflict any sort of disease, ranging from mild vomiting and stomach cramps, to the extremely rare diseases of cancer or even extinct diseases (Spanish Flu and Black Plague). She doesn't know what disease is inflicted when the sticker is placed, and once a sticker is placed only she can remove them. Once a sticker is placed it will dissolve in 30 minutes, however depending on the intensity of the disease, the disease's effects might not go away immediately as well. Once a sticker dissolves it will not return to the diary until 24 hours later. She can only use 50 stickers, and once they are all gone, no more can be placed until all remaining stickers are replenished.

Lurking in the Darkness Part 1

Abi was nowhere to be seen, and the boys were happy to know she wasn't bothering Quentin anymore. It seemed their 'romance' had ended. "So I've been thinking… I think we needed another person to add to our numbers… another Diver." David started, "Ya I agree, Dungeon Divers is successful and all but needs to be a larger group experience," Quentin replied. "Well I can help with that…" A hyper but sluggish voice said from the booth behind them. A small kid with glasses hunched awkwardly over his seat, and suddenly began to climb over the seat dividing the 2 tables and plopped right down between Q and Ed. "Names Whyat… and I'm an experienced DD player." "Well… Whyat? Can I just call you Wyatt or maybe just Why?" "Ya I don't care," Wyatt mumbled, paying no attention to the large lad, as he proceeded to pull a multitude of oranges from his backpack. "Holy Shit man what the…. Why do you have so many oranges… and in your backpack too!" Q began, but hesitated not wanting to know anymore. "I like oranges," he said, biting into one skin and all, scarfing it down, and then the next, and another until all 6 oranges were gone within a minute. "Jeez your appetite is almost as big as mine. Anyway, we would like to try and expand our group, and are definitely willing to have you, just meet us this Saturday at my house for a sleepover. He didn't respond but nodded, his cheeks puffy filled with excess orange skin and pulp. The bony kid proceeded to crawl like a bug over Quentin to get out of the seat, and Q was very unsatisfied by this strange encounter. "Man that kid is just weird… do we have to invite him?" "I already did, it's rude to just say no, plus we're all pretty weird guys, let's just be happy we have a new member for the time being." The three were weirded out, but optimistic about gaining a new party member, having a large group of Dungeon Divers was surely going to be an experience. As Saturday rolled around the cars slowly drove up one by one to David's house, and one by one the lads went inside, said their greetings to the host's father and sister, and proceeded downstairs to continue the campaign. "Your group encounters a lone traveler searching the caves you can…" "I surprise attack them for their loot and items," Wyatt jumped, a crazed look on his face. He was indeed an experienced player, invested in his character and setting, and ensuring that his new party would have a hard time working with him to better adapt their strategies. As the night progressed the pizza and mountain dew filled teens laughed and rolled their dice through the night. And even when they had their fill of Dungeon Divers they still enjoyed trading stories and finding other fun games to play as time passed and 2 A.M already rolled around, even though the lights were out the kids were all awake and moving, all except Dave, who conked out quickly after laying on the couch. "Jeez, to think our DM could be so weak, to fall asleep first at a sleepover is a bold move." "Well it is his house, he can easily kick us out or kick our butts if we try anything funny," Ed quietly murmured, the boys were soon following suit in David's tired slumber. But a sound alerted Ed and Quentin to something on a support pillar near them. "What is that, who's there? Wyatt where are you?" Quentin began, but soon stopped hearing the sound bounce around his head. The darkness was hard to adapt to, the boys eyes couldn't see hardly anything, and it would be a challenge attempting to find the lightswitch. "Wyatt where are you, are you ok?" No response, but the sound of scuttering could be heard. Suddenly David's phone gave off a notification which slightly lit up the room. The light was just enough to illuminate the figure of a shirtless kid clinging onto the pillar. Wyatt's eyes searched frantically in the darkness to spy Ed and Q's silhouettes and he slinked off the pole and back into darkness. The phone's light had now died off, and the eerie emptiness returned to the lads eyes. "Wyatt what are you… Ed are you touching my foot?" "No," "Then what's touching my foot?" Another notification blinked on, revealing a cold wet vine which trailed off into the darkness, followed by the figure of a scampering kid charging at Quentin, "OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Quentin felt the force of Wyatt push against him, the lengthy lad looking in shock as the light once again disappeared. The lad struggled against his surppressor's strange grip, but only felt more cold vines wrap around his body, suppressing his ankles and arms. "GET OFF…"A vine quickly wrapping around his mouth and stopping him from speaking. Wyatt's eyes looked vacantly around the room, he couldn't see but his senses were on fire, and his stand, Welcome to the Jungle, wasn't going to loosen its grip anytime soon.

Lurking in the Darkness Part 2

Ed could only imagine the horror Quentin was in, hearing his muffled yells for help. Wyatt sat upon Quentin's body, his mind blank, he was sleep attacking in a way. Unconscious in his actions, only reacting by his brain's overactive instincts. Edward took a step, hoping to press against a wall to find the light switch and see what was happening. His foot made the softest sound against the carpet, but he could feel the cold vine circle around his ankle slowly. "So Wyatt has a stand… great… and he is using it to track people through sound." Ed thought, "Well I'll just use Green Lovers to make him fall in love with the floor, and make it impossible to get up." he touched the vine with his stand, and then poured some of his stand's power into it. Nothing… not a sound… no movement or anything, the freshman was unconscious and was equivalent to being asleep, meaning he couldn't see anything. "Fuck, Wyatt can't see in this Dark, so he can't see anything to fall in love with." Edward began, but then heard the slightest clicking sound, the basement was filled with small sounds, and the clicking distracted the vines. Slowly the vines retreated from his ankles, and released him from its cold grip. Q had stopped struggling, the ropes were thick and plentiful, his Red Choir couldn't saw him out of their grip even though it was living material. The lad squirmed a little, trying to loosen its grip, but it only tired him out more, until he fell asleep. Suddenly the ropes loosened their grip the moment they sensed Q was no longer a threat or something new, and slowly returned back to its source. Edward heard no movement from anywhere, and had to assume the worst, not seeing what was going on was a giant weakness in this situation. He proceeded to move at a snail's pace, hoping not to make any big sounds, and slowly he proceeded towards the nearest wall unknowingly. Then he could feel a sneeze coming, "Oh god, nononononono… no… no, ok it stopped." Edward suppressed his urge to sneeze and proceeded to walk closer to what he hoped was the wall. "ACHOO!" Edward sneezed loudly, unprepared he tensed up ready for an attack. Wyatt's head perked up, climbing off of Q he crawled his way towards the Freshman's direction, the sounds of vines dragging on the floor could be heard following him. Edward stood incredibly still, hearing Wyatt near him he tried not to even breathe, but after holding his breath for too long he let out a gentle exhale. The sound of cracking sprung to the lengthy lad's ears as he felt a sharp pain scratch his shoulder, a vine whipped out from the darkness, grazing him, but making no sound whatsoever. The surprised lad stumbled backwards, feeling vines quickly tighten around his feet, he pressed against the wall, feeling a sharp pain poke his back. "If I just hit the wall this pain must be the… LIGHTSWITCH!" Edward thought happily, moving his hand slowly towards his back he prepared to flip the switch and attack, but another cold vine bolted from the dark abyss surrounding him and ensnaring his hand. The lad grunted in displeasure as the vines slowly moved up his body, He could feel the foes presence near, and was contemplating possibly just lunging out into the darkness in possibility of hitting him. With a last ditch effort Ed began to scratch his back against the wall, the vines now quickly surrounding his torso, but in doing so they accidentally flicked the lightswitch up. The basement lights flickered to life, David laid snoring loudly on the couch, grumbled awake, "What… are you doing… just go to bed." "But Wyatt… he's a stand user and he attacked us!" "No he didn't he has a weird sleep moving habit, and yes he has a stand user, he already told me it isn't exactly used to attack people. I'll just explain in the morning." Dave didn't even open his eyes as he fluttered back to sleep and snoring. "Well that does make sense, I mean his stand would have attacked David quickly because of his snoring, but it didn't…" Edward looked to see Wyatt lying sprawled out on the ground, fast asleep, the lights had knocked out his stand, which lay dormant next to him. A giant dog-like creature which looked to be made of vines and wood slowly receded back into its user's body. Quentin layed peaceful on the floor as well, no harm or damage done, and Egg stood there in the basement light staring at the surprising scene. "So Wyatt never wanted to harm us, his stand just acted on instinct and needed us to be asleep to not attack us. How strange… how weird… how." he didn't finish his thought before sleepily covering Q and Why with blankets and then following the others leads and falling into a deep slumber on the couch next to David. Before he fell asleep he could hear Wyatt mumble in his sleep, "oranges…" Before they all fell quietly to sleep.

STAND PROFILE:

Stand name: Welcome to the Jungle (The Jungle)

Stand User: Whyat Grove

Ability: In darkness, or at night, Wyatt's stand can activate when he is conscious or unconscious (sleeping). It is a large dog/cougar-like beast, adorned with vines and wood, and with red eyes. It produces vines from its body to either immobilize an opponent, or to create weapons such as whips or nets. Wyatt can control it while awake, but if he is asleep the target can be set to either attack or neutralize, in which it will simply try and make its target fall asleep as well. Sunlight or any form of bright light heavily weakens the stand, and it will frantically search for shadows or darkness to hide in if there are any. Exposure to too much light can cause the stand to 'shut down' or even die, killing the user as well. Vines can't be produced when heavy light is on it, and vines that touch bright lights will retreat back to the stand.

"Will you be my Friend?" Part 1

"Ya Wyatt told me someone must have slipped an arrow fragment into his dice bag, because when he touched it his stand formed. Although he wasn't a user for long, he did tell me he had a stand, and that he could set it on a "neutral" setting, so that's why I never warned you guys." David said, staring at his hashbrown waiting to devour it. "Ass… Wyatt gave both of us a heart attack when we saw him 'sleep climbing', that kid is really weird." Edward responded, looking at his breakfast sandwich with disdain. "Boys that's not important, I will admit it was weird, but now we know someone has Michael's bag and is using it to create users." Quentin butted in, a clear look of both annoyance and fear on his face. "Well can we safely guess that it's Abi, I mean who else would try and create users to attack us. I mean luckily Why was nice and all, but Imagine if he was a threat. Well David what do you think?" Ed agreed, both waiting for the lad's response but David's mouth was brimming with his hashbrown. "Oh dear god, well still I have a feeling we'll encounter another stand user by next weekend." Quentin continued, the lads had known that this was going to be true. The Sunday morning acted like any other, Wyatt left earlier than others, and the rest ate breakfast until their parents came to pick them up. But the increasing sensation of trouble on the horizon was growing, and these morning commutes were their best bets to share information and theories. "Well who do you think could be possible future users." David swallowed, still some potato spewing from his mouth. The others backed up in disgust but responded, "Well there are some weird kids, Michey, James, Karlee… heck even some of the teachers could be targets." The names didn't ring any bells, but Dave was sure that it was possible anyone if not all of those people mentioned could be stand users by now. "Well assuming Abi is this 'stand giver' she's obviously basing her choices after people who either we may interact with, or people who would try to interact with us or others." The freshman's words rang true, and they all agreed that it was almost impossible to guess the list of people who could try and just talk to them out of the blue. Teens are socially awkward, and interaction isn't something they do well, but it seemed a common give away for a stand user is one who interacts well and often with others. "Well see ya Tomorrow," The large lad waved goodbye to his friends, the cold fall wind rustling his hair, "Until then…" Knowing their new plan of attack the lads tried to spot users, but this proved to be a challenge. There were always the douches, kids who acted like they were from "da hood" and tried to puff their chest anytime someone even looked at them. The Popular kids, ones who would hop from friend group to friend group, and the influencers. People who tried to influence others to be like them through dumb actions. "Well Fuck, there's over a thousand kids in this school, picking stand users is like finding multiple needles in a massive hay stack." Quentin grumbled, "Well ya, what did you think, the user was gonna walk up to you and give you a hug?" Ed responded. As the bell rang Quentin took his leave and went to his first class, War History, his favorite. "So who can tell me about the origins of the Gas Mask?" Q's hand shot up, poisons were his specialty, and he gladly awaited to answer. "Yes Summer." "I think… I think… they were used to cover up farts." Summer Nole, one of the weirdest, stupidest, most annoying kids Quentin ever imagined responded to his dire question. "Correct Summer!" the teacher said kindly, the lad's mouth dropped, it was obvious the answer was to protect soldiers from the gases used in WW1, and yet the teacher still catered towards Summer's awkward and incorrect answer. "Now James, can you tell me the uses of the trench gun?" Again his hand shot up, furiously trying to get the teacher to pick on him. "I don't know, it probably just shot bullets or something." James responded, paying no attention to the teacher and rather he tore up his paper and began to tear it into a person. Poor Quentin had been stuck in a class he loved so dear, with the 'special needs kids' for 2 months now, and each day he grew more and more tired of them ruining his favorite class. As his class ended he grumpily wandered to his next class, and cheered up slightly as he saw Ed walk past him in the hall. The lengthy lad waved to his friend in the hall but had no time to chat, he quickly waved and maneuvered his way through to health class. Not because he was late, but because if he didn't get there quickly he would be interrupted by the annoying James. He hated his strange sexual comments and 'gangsta' behaviour, and really didn't need that today, seeing as he had a group health test today as well. "Mrs. Clik, I don't understand this question!" Summer yelled loudly, Edward recoiled in his seat, his luck was just the worst, being stuck with Summer as one of his partners was the worst thing he could ask for. "I'm sorry Summer I can't help you, how about you ask your partners?" Summer looked at the teacher with a brittle, sour expression, but reluctantly turned to the group's other partner, Co-De, "So what do you think this question's answer is?" She bluntly asked, "It's totally this one, I'm like, super smart and right about this Sum-Sum." Cody, 'Co-De', Laventure, another 'special needs' kid, was to Ed's grimace, in his group as well. "Well I doubt your righ…" "Shut up Ed Co-De is totally correct, I bet you're not nearly as smart as he is!" Summer retorted, Edward face palmed incredibly hard, he knew the right answer, but it was a losing battle, and sadly he also knew that there was no way he was getting a good grade on this test. "I bet we totally passed this test," Cody said with confidence, but Ed suppressed his need to scream in rage. Ding...Ding… Once again the bell rang, and Edward breathed a sigh of relief as he went to lunch. "I know we're not supposed to be rude or mean to the special needs kids, but why do they have to make our lives so difficult and we can't fight back?" The freshman grumbled, staring at his sad, unappealing lunch. "I know right, James has been grabbing people's butts in the hall, but when I told a teacher they just passed it off like it was nothing all because he has a small mental problem!" Quentin replied, the two freshmen annoyed and depressed by their crummy situation. "Oh Co-De your my Bestest friend, can't I give you a hug." a familiar voice came from the hall, the two turned to look as Summer nearly suffocated Cody with a giant bear hug. " Tanks Sum-Sum, Tat was really nice of u." Cody mumbled out, it sounded like he was having a stroke. "Is it just me or does Cody seem… dumber than usual all of a sudden." "Eh who knows? Maybe too much blood rushed to his pants and left his brain dry." "I mean Summer ain't anything pretty to look at, but for him that must feel like heaven." After school the lads all met up to chat more about their Monday blues. "My day was really, meh you know, like it was so like, dumb and like, uncool." David muttered, "Are you ok Dave, normally you talk like a genius, or atleast a normal person." The lad questioned. "Like ya I'm like ok, heck I never felt better I mean girls are started to being attracted to me." "Why do you say that?" "Cause one of them asked me to be their 'Bestest Friend'." "Oh noo… oh noooooooooo… you don't mean," "Ya Summer gave me a big hug from behind and said that were best friend's now, so sorri guys but I only hang out with the cool kids." The two looked in horror at their friend leaving, and as they looked they saw David approach the 'special kids group'. It seemed larger than normal, filled with normally smart kids, and with them stood Summer, James, and Co-De.

"Will You be My Friend?" Part 2

Quentin cringed at the awful sight before him. The week had been pretty annoying to start with, but it was now thursday and he really couldn't deal with anyone anymore, for some reason Edward just started joining the 'Special kids group', and hasn't spoken to him at all. But he heard David and Ed laughing and talking like IDIOTS in the hall. "What is going on here, all the most annoying kids are just gaining popularity, or at least a freakish number of smart kids as friends." Quentin thought to himself aloud, "Ya, I wonder why David and Ed joined that stupid group." Q looked up to see Michael sit across from him. "What are you doing here?" "Well I don't really have… friends… and the ones I do have all been hanging out with Co-De and James... and Summer. I just wish there was a way to stop them, or at least get the others to snap out of it." Michael Haris, one of the smartest people Quentin ever knew, brought up a good point. "Well if that's the case do you want to do some investigating with me?" he questioned, "A stupendous idea, but I've been feeling really weird recently so I don't know how much I can help." "Weird?" "Ya like… itching to do something." Quentin caught the drift, puberty is a weird time for all kids. "Ok let's meet exactly after school and follow Summer and anyone else to the Art club after school today." "Sounds like a plan." As Q progressed through his classes he noticed just how many dumb people they were around him, all the smartest kids in his math class couldn't even answer basic mulitplication problems, and grades on the tests weren't any prettier. "Definitely a stand, how else could these geniuses lose intelligence so quickly… but then why wasn't Michael affected?" he pondered this until the end of the school day where he met up with the nerd. "So do you have any classes with 'special kids'," "Ya, Summer and James, trust me I don't like it one bit." "Well it has to be Co-De then." Quentin thought to himself, "Ok they're going to the Art room, just act very natural." The two walked and talked as if they were chums catching up for the first time, and of course no one noticed. "So why are you following my Sum Sum…" Co-De's voice rang from behind them, "Oh shit… Michael get ready to move if he tries to attack us." Quentin whispered, "Well… Answer or I'll tell the principal!" "Red choir, cut his hand…" he whispered, "I'm just going to the art club, my friends are there and just wanted to see them." "Like I would believe shit like… AHHHH MY HAND!" Cody didn't finish his sentence before noticing the small cut on the center of his hand, and then quickly running off to the nurse's office even though the cut wasn't major at all. "What was that?" Michael started, "I'll explain later…" "No I mean that little Red thing that cut Cody's hand." "Wait did you just say little Red thing?" "Ya it looked like a plastic army soldier or something!" "Interesting, Well we'll see if I need to explain that to." Michael looked displeased with the answer, but being a reasonable man, knew the answer would come in time. "Wait, look what's happening." Quentin stared to see Summer talking to an older kid in the Art room. "So do you… you… wanna be my friend?" Summer began clearly with the expectation that the answer would be yes. "What? NO, I don't know you one bit, and you're always interrupting the teacher." Summer scrunched up her face at this, looking like she was going to yell or throw a tantrum, but instead without warning went in for a hug. The kid at first looked really uncomfortable, but slowly their face eased up, "Oh Summer of Course I'll be your friend." "Positively wonderful, this new friendship shall be a blooming success." Her speech was clear and clean, nothing like it was before. "Was this whole stupid kid thing just an act?" Michael whispered to Quentin, "No I think… no she's not smart enough to wield one could she?" he whispered to himself. As the two watched from afar, another two familiar figures approached. "SO why you watching our girl Sum Sum." Edward butted in, "Well you see…" "NO, You two! The hall! We'll teach ya a leson." David continued. "What the Crispy Kentucky Fried Fuck has gotten into you guys?" Q responded, but begrudgingly walked with Michael into the hall, "I don't think my Red Choir can beat both of them." he thought to himself. "Ugh… huh… mmhhh." "What the hell are you doing Michael!" Michael's body was convulsing, a look of pleasure washing over his face, "AHHHHH… what is this feeling…." Q looked in awe as Michael began to emit stand energy, and the sight of a large brain attached to many mechanical arms appeared. And to top it off it was wearing a giant pair of White pants, "So this… ability… is new… but it feels so good." Quentin looked and although not seeing anything, the white pants seemed to have grown more moist than before. "Ewwwww, I don't even want to know what you just did, but it seems your stand has manifested." "My stand? Oh the white pants, ya…. WHITE PANTS! What's this thing?" But before Quentin could respond he saw Chubby Checker's fist fly through the air towards Michael's face. The freshman looked at the figure in awe as it lunged for him, and blocked his face in response. The loud clap of flesh struck the air… and Chubby Checker's fell backwards, unable to break through Michael's jacked hand. "Dear god Michael, when did your arms become so beefy?" "I DON'T KNOW!" He yelled in response, but before another punch could be thrown, Michael stood up with a bold look in his eyes. "White Pants, it must trade my IQ and speed for Strength," "How do you know?" "I can't remember the capital of Pennsylvania." "Harrisburgh?" "Ya… I think that's it." "STOP TALKING AND FIGHT YOU BIG DUMMIES!" Chubby Checkers launched another hit, but Michael lunged into the fist with his own fist, a shock wave from the force shaking the hall. "Dear god Michael… this… isn't possible." But before anything could happen, Michael felt the gross flabs of Summer push against his back. A tight hug wrapped around his waist, "Now you're my friend… I need more IQ before I go back to normal." Her thick arms released Michael from her grip, a stupid look washed over his face, and another friend had been turned. "Now do you want to be my friend?"

"Will You be my Friend?" Part 3

Summer smirked with success, her army of idiots had grown, and her intelligence had increased as well. "YOU'RE A MONSTER!" "NO YOU'RE THE MONSTER, YOU AND THE REST OF THOSE INTELLIGENT SCUM!" Quentin knew if she wasn't beaten that the entire school would be overtaken by this evil girl. "RED CHOIR GO!" His tiny red soldier jumped onto the fiend, but she predicted it's movements and slapped it against the wall. Quentin's body responded to the damage and he too slammed against the wall, he could feel his fingers and arms go numb. "AGH… you… predicted my Red Choir… but how?" "I too have what you call a stand, please let me show you before you too become one of my puppets." Summer began to twitch rapidly, he arms moving as if she was imitating trying to play a guitar. Soon Q could see a crappy pink electric guitar form, and soon a pink drum set, bass, and another guitar. The three mindless lads picked up the musical instruments and tried to play like a pop band, Summer was humming words like she was performing to an Audience. "This has to be the stupidest stand I've seen yet…" "HOW DARE YOU MOCK MY MUSICAL TALENTS, I WAS JUST PLAYING THE FIGHT AGAINST MIDGETS THEME!" "Ya… too bad you can't play the Soviet anthem, because I just shared something with you." Summer looked to see all the fingers of David, Edward, and Michael missing. "What did you just do!" "Your music sucks… now RED CHOIR GO! BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL,, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL, BOL!" Simultaneously hundreds of knives stabbed at her flabby legs, soon engulfed in more red soldiers. "Now give back all the intelligence you stole from everyone… or next I'll aim for your throat, if I can find it under your double chin that is." "EW BLOOD, YUCK YUCK, AH CO-DE HELP ME!" but no one came, it seemed the pain was enough for summer to unconsciously deactivate her stand. "Oh god… Quentin what happened, I feel so violated." David said, slowly regaining his lost IQ, "Summer just failed her IQ test… and it's a good thing us comrades don't share in that pain." "I couldn't agree more, now who do you think the next stand user could be?" "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"

STAND PROFILE:

Stand Name: White Pants (Jizzed in my pants)

Stand User: Michael Haris

Ability: After 'busting one' or physically ejaculating, his power Increases incredibly, but he loses more speed, reaction time, and his IQ. The more he 'nuts', the more powerful he could become, but risks reaching a level of stupidity that no person could control, the equivalent to a walking potato.

STAND PROFILE:

Stand Name: Down Syndrome Girl

Stand User: Summer Nole

Ability: Although it manifests as a musical band set it has no relation to the instruments. If Summer hugs someone, or manages to wrap her arms around any part of a human person, she can suck around 50-100 IQ points from the person and add it to her own. Her intelligence increases, but only for a short while, it depends on how much she absorbs. The person with lost IQ will immediately feel the effects of being literally dumber, and will act dumber and more irrationally. Summer can use the IQ she absorbs to also force people to be friends with her, meaning if she absorbs IQ and doesn't use it for intelligence, it can be used for 100 days so that the person will be friends with them for 100 days (again varying depending on amount of IQ absorbed.) Once IQ is used, it remains with summer until she returns it to the user, but once used up, she can't improve her intelligence or make that person like her anymore after that. Summer can theoretically hang on to a person intelligence forever, and the person would remain stupid forever, but she would pretty much be using excess stand power just to hold onto useless IQ.

Mixed Emotions Part 1

Abi looked coldy at David's house, The freshman and his family were nowhere to be found, and she pondered for a second her next action. "I was going to surprise attack him, but He's isn't home, breaking in doesn't sound too bad… but Chubby Checkers can easily overpower me in a familiar environment. She stared at the science backpack in her hand, wondering how many arrow fragments remained. "Fine… they might not be home, but something is going to get these shards in them." Abi walked away, and slowly faded out of the neighborhood's sight. The car was packed, David, Wyatt, Ed, Q, Sara, and David's dad were all stuck in a car together. The uncomfortable tension to get out of the car was building, and at last the sight of the house was ahead. "Can't wait to eat this chinese food," Quentin started, everyone quickly shuffling out of the car, "Well hold on I got to grab plates." Dave responded, slowly the at home atmosphere returned, everyone began to relax, the boys separated themselves to watch a new movie called Deadly Bean in the basement, while Sara and Dad stayed on the main floor to watch Wheel of Cash. "Turn down the music I'm trying to sleep." The one bean said over the phone, the other bean replied "Hell NO, We be partying all night boy!" "Hahaha dumb beans," Wyatt joked, meanwhile upstairs Sara watched her father uproar as he guessed the answer correctly before the opponent on screen could. "YA, I TOLD YOU, GENIUS NUMBER 1 HERE!" His booming voice reverberated through the house, even lads downstairs questioned what they just heard. "That was… weird… ah… ah… WAAAAH!" Quentin suddenly bursted into tears and was balled up on the couch. "Oh Q, I never noticed how manly you look… come here big boy." Edward said seductively to the crying Q, "What are you guys… haha… hahaha… HAHAHAHA!" Wyatt's face burst into a grin, his laughs intermingling with Ed's seductive words and Q's constant sobbing. "HOLY SHIT, what is happening to you guys!" David grumbled awe struck, but soon he felt a burning anger grow from within him, the sight of his friends acting like idiots enraged him. "YOU FOOLS BETTER STOP!" the freshman yelled, his face red with rage, and a fist soon formed, punching Wyatt from behind his head. "Ow Man, HAHAHAHAHAHA.. That really… HURT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." The lad's words were blurred out by his continued laughing, Edward was gently caressing Quentin, muttering things that no man wants to hear in his lifetime, while Q balled even harder, both scared for what he heard, and for the constant caressing from his friend. "This… has to be…. A… enemy… STAND WAAAAAAH!" he burst out in tears. "YOUR TOTALLY RIGHT, BUT WHO COULD IT BE!" David yelled his fist slapping against Wyatt's flesh, the freshman responded with only more laughter. Meanwhile upstairs Sara sat quietly on the couch as she listened to her father scream at the T.V and people who couldn't respond to his loud words. "Dad you need to… you need to…." She tried to mutter out something, but her eyes felt so heavy, and the living room just felt so perfect. The junior's eyes fluttered open, but quickly surrendered to the feeling of sleep, and she dozed into a deep slumber. The family's dogs recoiled next to Sara's sleeping body, and they too found a good spot to take a nice long nap. Their father's booming voice didn't cease, the friends didn't stop their strange actions, and from across town Abi smirked, "Your demise is imminent, for Sir-Mix-A-Lot is one of the most sinister stand's I've ever seen."

Mixed Emotions Part 2

Wyatt's laughing head finally cocked to one side, he had lost consciousness. The punches from David combined with his own lack of breath from his constantly laughing had short circuited his brain into passing out. "GOOD AND STAY DOWN!" The large lad bluntly yelled, he now focused his attention on Ed and Q. Both were too transfixed on their feelings to notice the fury of punches coming from Chubby Checkers, and soon they too were KO-ed on the floor. "THIS IS BAD, WHY DID I PUNCH MY FRIENDS! AND WHY DO I FEEL SO ANGRY!" He shouted to no one, his burning rage reminding him that more people were upstairs to punch. "No David you can't attack your family, that's just wrong." But the freshman's thoughts were blurred by the constant thoughts of screaming and anger. His body mindlessly climbed the steps, and the living room was soon just around the corner, the feelings swirling inside of him felt like they were going to burst. As he turned the corner the sound of his father's shouting barely overcame David's own sound of heavy breathing. He began to approach his father, seeing Sara and the dogs fast asleep on the couch, but suddenly the sound of clicks came from out of the blue, it was fast, but soon died down, and Dave began to feel very nervous. The rage once burning inside of him was magically replaced by the sensation to question everything around him. "Dad… what's," but his voice was far too timid and weak to overcome his father's loud remarks. David shuttered and looked around anxiously, finally gaining the courage to summon Chubby Checkers. "Fat… Fatboy… Slim… stop him… he must be the stand user," he meekly muttered. The once proud and massive stand was shaking and awkward, just like it's user, both stood nervously in the midst of the living room, but no one had made a move yet. Finally the Freshman worked up the courage to make a move, an action he would soon regret. Chubby Checkers meekly aimed for his father's T.V remote in hope just to change the channel, but the rocketing fist was stopped by another object. The large lad worked up the courage to look at the object stopping him, and in front of him stood a large blue figure clad in a checkered vest and wearing a smooth fedora. But the defining feature of this opposing force was the 5 wheels covering his joints and belts. As David studied this figure one of the colorful wheels began to spin, the familiar ticking sound appeared again, and once the wheel turned to a halt it landed on one word, "Pride." A boost of confidence and power surged through David, His stand fist retreated but was now ready for a pummeling of blows to his opponent. "Now Fatboy Slim, let's hit back… NOW GUDA, GUDA, GUDA, GUDA, GUDA, GUDA, GUDA, GUDA, GU-DA!" A flurry of blows was launched, but to David's surprise it was not the remote he was hitting. "How… Is this Possible!" His father stand's stood unflinched across from Chubby Checkers, and his father still didn't notice both his son or the stands duking it out. "How is your stand able to stop my punches?" But before he could get his response the stand looked smoothly towards him, and with a clear smooth voice, it bellowed, "Wina, Wina, Wina, Wina, WINA, WINA, WIN-A!" the intensity of the punches increased with the stand's voice, and Dave was knocked to his knees trying to defend the painful punches. "Like father… like son eh?" Out of breath he readied for another clash, but again the ominous ticking sound clicked through the air. "Pain," "Oh… well… shit." Chubby Checkers stood motionless for a second, then it whipped it's head back, the freshman felt like he was being punched from all directions, kicked by multiple steel toed shoes, and was gasping for breath. "Come back… Chubby Checkers… this… isn't…" But the talking punching bag wasn't able to muster another breath. He could only hear his father's excessive yelling, and couldn't help but chuckle, the remote was just too far from his grasp, and he didn't want to risk another chance with pain. "This is a… first." David laid defeated on the floor, ready to pass out from exhaustion and pain, but then something changed, the room began to receive a calmer, more mellow mood, and the yelling was replaced with the sound of clapping. "Game over dad…" His father looked down at the rug to see his son, "Jeez boy what did you do, get in a street fight?" "No just needed... a breather." He stood up bruised and worn out, but stumbled to the kitchen. "Dinner is going to taste fricking amazing." "Well boy, can you make me drink while you're in there?" "Sure thing Dad, sure thing."

STAND PROFILE:

Stand name: Sir-Mix-A-Lot

Stand user: Father David Tailor

Ability: When he is shouting or makes direct contact with another person, one of the wheels on the stand's body will begin to spin. The ticker can land on any sort of emotion or feeling, it is never certain what it could be, from the feeling of rage or pain, to simple joy and sadness. As long as a person can hear him shouting, or makes contact they can be affected by this stand's ability. The stand does have a limitation however, it can only use it's ability on only 5 people at a time, and has absolutely no control on the effects it gives to people. As seen it can make a person hostility attack their closest friends totally against their basic human instincts. It can choose to move a spinner without an action though just to set it on a word of its choosing, but no effect will happen if the wheel isn't properly spun.

In the Streetlights Part 1

Quentin stared at the blank ceiling above him, the only sound was the fan vibrating through the room and the cold October wind rustling the leaves outside his window. "How could I possibly have formed a relationship with such a monster… and how could I have dragged my friends into this predicament." the teenager said to himself, his mind wandering through the memories of Abi's harrasment and torture. "She keeps looking to find new ways to attack us, and as far as I can tell, kill my comrades." He mumbled on, his words slowing down as he slowly drifted to sleep. Halloween was on its way, the feeling of the spooky month was vibrant within the group, all the lads had thought long and hard on their costumes and the best candy routes. Even though they were teenagers, Trick or treating was still a great way to feel young again, and with their selected costumes they were once more. Edward and David decided on a duo costume from a classic kids movie, it was going to be Stu and Zector, and Wyatt was going to be one of those weird worm toys from the meme. Quentin spent hours decorating his costume to be the best looking Russian soldier he could look like, topped with blood stains and dirt on his skin. The boys were truly excited to go and roam the streets once again, and as the day approached the excitement in the air was overwhelming. "So our route is to go from My house, zig zag our way through my neighborhood, and end at Edward's house right? " David checked, his friends nodded, and the plan was set. They combined their knowledge on the most profitable houses and created the most ideal candy route. As the night arrived the cool October air was filled with the laughter and giggles of children, and the group stood awkwardly on the large lad's driveway, "Ok one more photo, trust me this will be good." David's father said, and the group posed in an intense manner. Sara smirked seeing her brother and his friends in such dumb costumes, "Ok boys, We'll pick you up around 10-ish." Luckily it wasn't a school night, and Halloween landed perfectly on Friday, the best day for Trick or Treating. "Ok boys, let's do this… ah." Dave said, but paused, his pants were really tight, and his nuts itched like hell, and the boys laughed at his poorly timed scratches. The night was young, the bags were full, and the lads had finished their sugar rush spree. "So can I trade you my smickers bar for that Sour Patch Adult bag?" "Well that's a tempting offer… but no." "I SHALL HAVE THOSE SOUR ADULTS!" The freshman lunged at Quentin, and wrestled for the prized candy in his hand. Edward looked in confusion while Wyatt dog piled on, not for the candy, but for the sheer ability to tackle two people to the floor. The ball of a fat kid, a boney kid, and an awkward kid bounced around the room, fighting for candy or just for the fun of it. As 9 o'clock rolled around the lads were deep into their treats while watching the horror movie classics. But Wyatt had to go, his house was far, and he didn't have a ride, so to avoid anyone creepy he wanted to leave while some trick or treaters were still out and about. The group waved their goodbyes, talked about a possible sleepover tomorrow, and the night continued on, but now Wyatt had left the mood felt cold in the room, the boys turned off the T.V and began to discuss Abi and other stand users. "Ok It's been a few weeks since we've seen Abi but we know from Wyatt that she is definitely the one who has the backpack and stand fragments." "Why isn't Wyatt here with us discussing this matter?" "Well he encountered Abi, but I doubt she would target him seeing as she gave him power, and he doesn't have any problems with her, so that means he won't be attacked if she were to attack us." "So your saying he's a member of our group… that doesn't fight with us?" "Precisely." "Bullshit, if we have to deal with Abi and her underlings why doesn't he." "Because he… because he… he's not a…" Dave couldn't think of anything, his mind blanked. Wyatt was a valuable member and user, but he had no history with Abi as the rest of the group had, and David didn't want more people to be sucked into the warzone that was them against a demon. "So… that's why, you don't want more people to be hurt by this, you think we can deal with all these problems by ourselves." Q spoke, predicting his friend's thoughts. "Yes, precisely, he is invaluable, he isn't as powerful as us, his stand is extremely hostile, and we haven't actually seen how much damage it can do, but he doesn't deserve this fate." The lads sighed, they understood the point, and agreed with his ideology, it was a fight that rivalled the very concept of them losing or winning. "Now that doesn't entirely mean we can't ask for help, you see I have a plan."

In the Streetlights Part 2

The sound of kids and doorbells ringing died down, the streets had grown quieter, and the orange street lights flickered above Wyatt's head. "Perfect, these lights aren't bright enough to totally affect my stand. Even so I have to be on guard for any possible enemies." He muttered aloud. Far behind him walked another figure, their dark cloak and Phantom of the Opera Mask disguise their true appearance. As the freshman proceeded from block to block, he began to notice the figure following him, gradually at first, but he could tell their pace was increasing. "Foolish mistake, to tangle with The Jungle, is to tangle with fate." His stand flickered into existence and pounced towards the figure, it's animalistic stride covering the two blocks separating them in seconds. The figure was unwavered and The Jungle slowed it's pace to shoot out one of it's long vines, Why looking on to see the event happening. The vine shot towards the figure, but with quick movement the person dodged, another vine slithered towards the sound of the body moving, and it sliced at the mask. As the mask hit the floor he approached the stalker following him, "Who are you, obviously you're a stand user, so why are you following me?" The kid looked up, dusting off his cloak, Michael stood surprised at Wyatt's random actions. "Your David's new friend, Whyat right? Ya I've been meaning to introduce myself, but you kept walking faster, so I wanted to say hi before you walked too far. And yes I am a stand user, It's called… well I call it White Pants." Michael responded, he was too embarrassed to call his stand by it's true name, Jizzed in my Pants. "Jeez why didn't you just wait until Monday, I could have seriously hurt you." "Sorry, Sorry, my house was in this direction anyway so I just wanted to 'get it over with' if you get my drift." "Ok well it was nice meeting you to, Michael, and just call me Why, or Wyatt, it's easier, but not as cool as Whyat." "Ok nice meeting you Wyatt." The freshman said as he picked up his mask, and turned down the block, slowly fading off into the streetlights. "I thought I was weird, but what kid follows you wearing a mask and cloak and expects you not to act suspicious of them?" The freshman pondered to himself, but a different sound alerted The Jungle's senses. It lurched back towards its user, and both figures scanned their surroundings, expecting it to be a cat, or maybe a squirrel. "Fuck man, I'm over excerting myself, I just need to get home and play some Mist games." He once again said to himself, and proceeded on his way, only 5 blocks away from his house, the thought of the comforts of home filling his mind. The ideas of his cats and his room made the Halloween night feel almost nostalgic. Clunk, The lad felt an acorn hit his head from the trees above, "An acorn attack might be a cool idea to add to the next Dungeon Divers part, I'll have to mention it to Davi…" The feeling of vomit rushed through his stomach. "I think I ate too much… BLARGH," his candy rushed from his mouth, but the vomit wasn't just mixed with candy, but was bloody and black. "Holy shit the food color must be really strong in some of…" "No, the food coloring isn't the problem here, I think you caught a rare disease… let me guess… Yellow Fever! Yes Yellow Fever, a disease sailors and first time settlers contracted in warm climates." A familiar fiendish voice rang out from the tree tops. The streetlights revealing her crappily done make up and messy goth hair, her Black Lips smirking down on her prey from the tree branches above. "Aren't you the person who… gave me… my… BLARGH!" More puke erupted from his mouth, but Abi understood the question, "Yes, you were a prime subject, strange and sharing a vidal hobby with my beloved and his awful friends. BUT YOUR WERE SUPPOSE TO KILL EDWARD AND DAVID, NOT BEFRIEND THEM!" Her calm voice turned to a burst of outrage. Why knew this girl could kill, and his best bet was to run and detain her, when it came to knowledge of her stand, he knew nothing, and had no idea what she was talking about. "Your hair Wyatt, look there," As if reading his thoughts the fiend spoke out, and he reached on to his head to feel the Acorn, with something sticky on it too. "I double sided one of my stickers onto an acorn, and it seems it stuck, how wonderful!" The freshman stared weakly at the sinister female, and prepared The Jungle to launch a multitude of vines. "You may have hit me, but I'm going to pummel you!" The Jungle hissed out as Abi looked on with surprise as vines wrapped around the tree branch and her body, throwing her to the concrete sidewalk below. "You dare soil my dress… I just…" But a vine tightened around her throat, "You're going to remove this… BLARGH… sticker… and you will stop attacking me and my friends." Abi looked at him with disgust, but she was beaten, her stand wasn't physically strong, and she was much weaker than her foes stand. "Good," Wyatt said as he watched the Acorn fall from his hair and onto the street. "But I still feel really sick, so if you try anything funny, I'll ensure that The Jungle won't just incapacitate you next time. The vines receded off of the girl's body, she quickly scampered away, and the lad grinned with success, "She must of done a number to my immune system, I don't think a foreign virus like that could do so much damage, but even after she removed it I don't think I'll be better until Monday. Better tell the boys that I can't make it to… BLAGH." The freshman's insides burned, he looked at his stand, and noticed a small sticker of an orange on it. "FUCK!" he stammered out, "You Bitch!" But he couldn't muster another word, Abi had cleverly waited for the vines to return to his stand, and attached a sticker to it, which eventually made contact with the stand's body, affecting Wyatt. "The Common Cold… or maybe just a stomach bug, it would have been totally useless if the Yellow Fever didn't destroy his immune system, but look at it now, completely crippling that bitch." She laughed watching from afar, watching as Why hacked up blood and as snot poured out of his nose. Meanwhile The freshman collapsed on the sidewalk hugging his stomach, and watched as his foe continued home. "You… insufferable… they'll stop you… I'm sure…" he said as he sprawled out onto the sidewalk and stared at the streetlights above, their orange glow basking his body in it's light. "Haha… oranges." Wyatt mumbled weakly, before his mind went blank, his skin flushed white, and he gasped his last breath. In the October streetlights David watched as kids walked home from the car window, Quentin pondered about what was to come next, Abi walked home proud and happy with her success, and Wyatt's body laid dead underneath those Orange Streetlights.