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THE ? MANSION
11:13 AM
MARCH 12 20XX
A loud scream came from the mansion as it's neighboring house's 4 tenants leave to see where the source of the scream came from and to which they go to the mansion next door, looking horrified as they screamed and shrieked loudly at the horrific scene they saw.
The front door was wrecked and clawed, looking like it was slammed or broken from the inside, there was blood splattered on the tatami mats and finally a corpse.
The Old Man's almost dried and crumpled gray lifeless corpse.
One of the tenant's started to dial for the police and an ambulance, but suddenly they fell like a rag doll dummy. Blood was spilling around their neck.
Two tenants who were children started to cry, the both of them tried to reach for their fallen mother to try and wake them up, only to fall as their heads roll to the ground, leaving two headless corpses.
The only tenant left was the father, who ran as quickly as they could and almost escape from the sudden murder of his family, sadly he did not survive.
Much blood was splattered around the peaceful mansion's front yard.
A Monster smirked and disappeared seamlessly, leaving a photograph behind of itself, wondering if any peasant was going to get a clue from it, knowing it won't happen.
THE ? MANSION
11:27 AM
MARCH 12 20XX
The police arrives at the mansion with few ambulances to carry the corpses into for later inspection.
Two old men were chatting as the forensics inspect the crime scene for the one who murdered the deceased victims.
"Who do you think would know how to slice someone's head off this cleanly?" asked the short fat old man who wore a brown coat and a brown fedora.
"Someone who possibly had training in assassination or stealth, but that seems unlikely as the deceased victims were normal, but there is a possible reason for them to kill the rich one." answered the muscular old man who wore a light brown shirt and an Indiana Jones like hat.
"Mr. Makamura, that may be possible, but until the-" the short old man word's were cut short as one of the forensics investigators or inspectors come close to the two old men.
"Mr. Makamura, I've found a photograph in one of the flowerpots that one of the deceased victims own." the forensic investigator or inspector said hurriedly.
Makamura grabbed the photograph from the forensic investigator or inspector, as quickly as he could, to the surprise and nervousness of the other old man.
"..!" Makamura's eyes widened as he gasped and sweat bullets.
"It can't be..!" Makamura's eyes narrowed.
"What i-is Mr. Makamura?!" The other old man asked scared like a cat.
"I-it's DIO!" Makamura shouted.
"M-Mr. Makamura...isn't DIO a fictional character?" the other old man asked as he choked on air.
"We-well..yes Shimada..but this time it could be the real deal!" Makamura tried to reason with Shimada nervously as he raised his hands up slowly.
"Mr. Makamura, mind if I punch you into oblivion?" Shimada's right eye twitched as his fists tightened.
Silence.
...
"NIGERUNDAYO!" Makamura ran as fast as he could from Shimada, only to get snuck up by Shimada and get punched to oblivion a few seconds later into unconsciousness. The other police sighed and groaned at Makamura's stupidity, a JoJo Fan stays a JoJo Fan their whole life, everyone knew about Makamura's obsession with JoJo.
THE ?
TIME UNKNOWN
DATE UNKNOWN
An old man screamed as he almost pulled his remaining hair out, to notice the place
around him seems..too white.
["What is this place?"]
["Heaven?"]
"Oh hey jojohole." said a stranger from somewhere within this white...plane or plain?
The old man tried to find where the voice came from by walking around slowly, only to be confused once again when he gave up.
"You Jojohole, you can't find me, I'm a ROB." stated the ROB.
The old man then realized as he stopped searching for this "ROB", who was going to find his will when he supposedly died?
["O-oh..what should I do know? I forgot where I hid m-"]
"You Jojohole, worry about that later, I'll give ya a deal for a fancy new life and a new experience." the ROB said as sparkles sprinkled in front of the old man.
["A-a deal? What kind of deal?"] The old man asked confusingly to the ROB, wanting to know what type of deal it was.
"A very entertaining deal, it'll benefit me and you, it'll let you fulfill your desires of a trip and it'll fulfill my desire as well." The ROB said monotonously.
["..That...sounds ominously fine, but what about the others? My wife, and what is the deal?"] The old man asked worryingly, he was scared of anyone touching his mansion's nostalgic objects and memories, especially tape, no one was allowed to touch that and the deal he was about to agree with sounded a bit shady with no exact details on what the deal was.
"Oh forget them, I'll deal with them later and the deal's pretty simple, you get dropped off into another world by me and I enjoy what you endure as entertainment."
"Also don't tell people about your previous life, you'll end up a sack of dirt if you try, capiche?" The ROB threatened the old man happily as if it wasn't a threat to the old man.
["Capiche.."] The old man answered scared, putting that promise to note and remember.
"But, anyways since ya like the deal, I'll send ya now, by the way you're immortal now, I'll de-age ya to a 14 year old's body, you'll stop aging at 18 so you get some sweet women, though I recommend you go kakyoin style." The ROB said monotonously to the old man.
Suddenly, the old man fell to his knees, touching his forehead as if a headache occurred then a black hole forms under the old man, screaming as loud as he could, then he fell.
["AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"]
"Also, forgot to say, every time ya meet a Joestar, there's a 50/50 chance that they're really gay, as in big gay anddddd..he's gone, ah man, forgot to say DIO is Giga gay and that Speedwagon is too." The ROB sighed, he knows it'll be fun for him to watch the ant, but he's a being of no sympathy, so he can't sympathize to the poor man who was married and old.
THE ?
TIME UNKNOWN
DATE UNKNOWN
Birds were chirping as they flew, sobbing could be heard and a funeral was happening.
"Papa, why is he in that big box?" Asked a little girl to her father as she pointed to the coffin.
"Karen, he's in there because he's tired." The father answered as he pat his daughter's head, crying a little.
"Papa, why are you crying? Mama said she doesn't want you to cry like this papa.." Karen said sadly to her crying father.
"I-it's fine Karen..I'm fine, don't worry." The crying man wiped his tears with tissue, only to continue crying as his daughter tries to console him confusingly.
Near the coffin, a woman in her thirties was crying into her handkerchief as a man in his twenties tries to console the woman of sadness.
"John..he's..he's...really dead.." The woman continued to cry.
"I know, Helenn..we both miss our son.." John said as he cried a little too, watching the coffin getting buried to be never seen again as the priest says prayers.
But then in the process of burying the coffin, it started to shake and move a little rapidly, as everyone at the funeral was in complete shock at what was happening, was the child alive?
Was everything a dream after all?
...
Helenn fainted out of shock as John caught her, still processing what was happening right now, not moving an inch.
Everyone else was in shock as well as the child, Karen, but she was scared and crying too.
"Papa! Papa! what's happening to the box?!" Karen said, crying as she tugged on her father's pants.
"..." The father was speechless, wondering if it was a blessing or not that he was alive.
Then, the coffin stopped shaking and moving for a few seconds as the coffin's lid popped off, as a boy sat up and looked around, confused.
"Where am I?" The boy asked no one in particular.
Everyone was in silence, even the priest.
"And..who are you people?" Asked the boy again, who stood up slowly, realizing..he was in a coffin.
"Oh shit." The child muttered quietly to the point where no one heard what he had said.
[||CHAPTER TWO END||]
AUTHOR NOTE: I forgot to say something and that is...any criticism is appreciated kindly!