I apologize for the long wait, I've rewritten the chapter a couple of times and some events happened in real life, though do enjoy this chapter!

THE ASTERBACH GRAVEYARD
2:34 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

"Oh shit." The child muttered in a British accent quietly to the point where no one heard what he said.

...

Everyone ran as far away as they could from the funeral except Karen, her unamed father, The Person named John, his fainted wife and the priest, who immediately grabbed some holy water from a wooden table, grabbing the boy's collar and splashing and spreading holy water across the boy's body, as if he was some kind of evil demonic being.

Everyone else aside the priest was shocked, the little girl hid behind her father's legs as John's grip on his wife's arms tightened, as he frowned.

"May the power of Christ Compel you demon!" The priest chanted angrily whilst holding the struggling boy's collar until John pushed the priest aside, making the boy fall and hit his head on the curved edge of the coffin, the boy 's vision blurred, hearing words from someone crying, saying the words, "Son, son, please don't go back to the dead!"

Then, the boy knew no more.

THE ASTERBACH GRAVEYARD
2:43 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

It was the afternoon, the wind was blowing refreshingly to those who are tired, a calico cat catches a mouse as a fainted boy is taken care of by a man in his twenties.

"Arden Ferische, you are the most unbelievable son I've ever had!" John uttered to Arden, who was laid down on two wooden chairs stuck together, facing upwards to the sky.

"..." Arden didn't respond to John's complaints about him.

John sighed, worrying what would happen from now.

"If your mother wakes up and sees this..I don't know how to deal with a woman who has a temper of a witch hunting madman.. " John groaned.

"I..should stop making things like this public anymore..maybe I should stop hiring that priest as well.." John whispered the last part quickly as he sighed once more, glancing at his fainted son and wife.

"..." Helenn snored peacefully, moving a little.

Arden was still not moving.

"..Just what is this situation...I'm going to be seen as a madman by my grandmother." John wiped his man tears away as he sniffled and stopped to look at the time on his pocket watch closely, adjusting his glasses.

"It seems it's..around the afternoon now, I better get in the carriage..I'll go get Helenn and Arden." John stood up and walked to where his wife and son was laid down after the funeral shock, then a few minutes later, he enters the carriage with his sleeping wife and son, taking a nap on her lap tiredly after the previous events.

The carriage's jewels and gems sparkled.

JON WECKE STREET
3:16 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

A young woman walks to the local bakery, an old man discusses politics to his son as he sips coffee at Ashfern's Cafe happily, the usual bustling crowd of people has diminished.

The inside of the moving carriage is silent, as John took a nap on the lap of his sleeping wife, Helenn.

Arden's eyes slowly opened, he confusingly looked around, briefly remembering the violent priest who tried to exorcise him, then taking a glance at the other two, Arden smiled slightly at the sweet moment between the two.

[I don't know who these people are, but..it looks they're happy, though I'm not sure who I am exactl-]

The carriage suddenly stops as they'd reach destination, making Arden slouch a little from the slight impact.

The destination was a mansion that belonged to John's deceased grandfather, Connor J. Ferische.

Arden stared in awe of the mansion, before snapping out of it as he forgot about the other two.

"Uh..please wake up...?" Arden poked John's face a few times before John woke up.

"Arhng..ah, yes..yes I'm awake." John yawned as he exited the carriage, stretching right after and taking off his glasses to clean it with his handkerchief.

"Ahh..." Helenn yawned as she tiredly exited the carriage, grabbing Arden's hand as she walked to the mansion dreamily, making her husband chase her as Arden

sighed.

"H-helenn! Please slow down!" shouted John who put his glasses on and started to chase after her.

She didn't hear John.

Arden smiled confusingly at this.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [ARDEN'S ROOM]
4:37 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

A window was open as the curtains were closed, Arden was lying down on his double bed, feeling that being absorbed by the bed, wasn't all that bad compared to his floor bed and the..er coffin.

"What should I do now?" Arden muttered.

"Mm..do jokes?"

"That won't..feel right, though I should ask the two of them properly who they are, don't want to be confused who is who after all."

Arden sat up slowly, still having a habit of doing things slowly but surely from before as he stood up and fixed his bed sheets, to which he exits the room, then asking one of the maids where the two are, after walking around for a few minutes and giving up for the independent search, he's still an old man in the inside after all.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [THE DINING ROOM]
4:43 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

John took a bite of pasta as he talked about the violent priest incident to his wife, who was angry at the priest.

God be good to me, John thought.

"-John, are you listening to me?" Asked Helenn.

"Er- yes, I'm listening Honey." John wiped his tomato sauce covered mouth quickly.

Helenn giggled before coughing.

"As, I was saying, we should report that priest for what he'd to our son and because of trying to exorcise our son out fear, got it?" She asked with her eyes on John.

"Ah well.."
...

"Hm..eh.."
...

"I got it!" John said as he did a thumbs up.

Then, the door creaked slowly as it opened, revealing Arden, who was wearing a small gray coat, a white polo shirt with a tie and dark brown leather pants.

"Uh...I-I'm here." Arden interjected awkwardly as he looked where John and Helenn where.

John and Helenn were silent.

John nudged Helenn.

Helenn coughed as she stomped John's feet under the table, smiling.

John curled up a little, before coughing and fixing himself up.

"Mm..What do you need, Arden?" John asked, adjusting his glasses as he smiled.

"I have something to ask..er about who you people are..since I don't exactly remember." Arden decided to wing it on the excuse, as well as trying to ignore what happened a few seconds ago, but failing to do it.

"Ah..that's..." John frowned, not sure what to say to his son.

"It's fine John, don't go all gloomy on our son, I'm sorry for that Arden." Helenn said as she swiped her hand in a shooing motion backwards, trying to hold her tears.

"..um..." Arden raised his hand slightly.

A slight pause.

"Oh!" Helenn remembered.

"Arden, Let me give you a brief re-introduction on who we are, though this is strange, I'm Helenn Ferry Derellworth, though I'm Helenn Ferry Ferische now and you can call me Ferry, so this is.." Helenn looked at John, smiling as she pointed her finger towards him.

"I'm John Arthur Ferische, though you can call me John or Father, if you want." John smiled as well, facing towards Arden.

"Er..fine..John and I guess my name is Arden Ferische?" Arden asked as he pulled out one of the dining chairs, then sitting down and getting comfortable.

"You're right Arden, though it's Arden Heather Ferische." Helenn giggled.

John merely nodded as he yawned, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

"Uh..I have one last question..er John and Ferry, do you know who the Joestars are? I think I've had a vivid or blurry dream about them.." Arden looked downwards in deep thought, his blond bangs covered his eyes.

"Oh, the Joestars? I know about them, their names are George Joestar and Mary Joestar. They're much more richer than we are, to be honest." John said as if it was normal thing to know about.

"They also have beautiful taste in flowers!" Helenn giggled.

Arden hopped off the chair he was sitting on, before he dashed off to somewhere, as Helenn and John looked at each other, confused.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [ARDEN'S ROOM]
4:48 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

Arden sat down on his bed, looking up to the ceiling and doing nothing as he breathed slowly.

Then suddenly, he started spazzing out and rolling on his bed out of unleashed fanboying over the repeating words John and Helenn said in his head.

[I'm in Jojo, I'm in Jojo, I'm in Jojo, I'm in-] until a crack was heard somewhere, soon after, Arden was lying down on his bed in pain putting his hand behind on his back.

He groaned.

"..arghh..." Arden muttered many more complaints later as he hid in his blanket.

A few minutes later, a maid opens the door to the young master's room to give them some hot cocoa to sip.

"Young Master, Here is yo-" to only see them curled up in the blanket, muttering incoherent words as the atmosphere in the room darkened with the candles unlit and the wind blowing in.

The maid took a few steps backward before slamming the door and leaning on it, panting and screaming internally the next second with their mouth open wide as Arden snapped out of the complaint trance he was in, looking around his room, scratching his head.

[Is young m-master okay?!-] thought the maid worryingly as they bit their thumb.

[I ha-have to-] The maid's train of thoughts was cut as footsteps were heard approaching, making the maid cough and scramble a little as they adjusted themselves to look presentable by bowing down.

"Maid Annalith, here." She uttered, not taking a look to who it was.

"Miss Annalith, don't bow to me!" Helenn pouted, crossing her arms.

"Ah! It was Madam Helenn!" Annalith sighed out of relief as she stopped bowing.

"And didn't I tell you stop calling me that? Miss Ferry would do any day!" Helenn continued to pout.

"Y-yes, Miss Ferry.." The maid answered, before remembering something.

"Ah..why are you here M-miss Ferry?"

"I'm here because of him." She pointed at Arden's Room, to which she knocked a few seconds later.

"Oh..um, all righty...I'll get going now Miss Ferry. I apologize for wasting your time." Annalith said, bowing once more, before walking away and dashing away as soon as she was out of sight.

"She'll never get rid of that old habit, huh." Helenn sighed.

The door creaked open as Arden's messy head popped out of it.

They looked at each other.

Helenn sighed.

THE F-21 POLICE STATION
9:47 AM
MARCH 13 20XX

The police station was busy as ever in the neighborhood, the officers were chit chatting, the documents were scattered around and cherry donuts were being eaten.

As well commonplace scolding of officers from a higher authority.

"So, what the hell do ya freckle fracklers know not do at a crime scene?" A man with a strange accent asked to the two old men, who looked quite bruised as they kneeled in front of the strange accented man.

"We don't fight over stupid things and we aren't supposed to make a joke out of the crime scene." Makamura and Shimada chorused, Shimada's veins were showing on his forehead and Makamura silently weeped in his mind as he rolled over random things, not in a literal sense, he'd get beaten by him again.

"Damn right, tsk tsk, ya freckle fracklers are gonna get fired the next time ya pull that crap off from yer arses, ya hear this?" The man spat out as he huffed on his cigarette angrily.

"Yes." The two said in sync, Shimada's veins on his forehead looked like it was about to pop as he glared menacingly towards Makamura, who was looking away and trying to not scream outright and run away.

[||CHAPTER THREE END||]