STAND NAME 「WAYWARD SON」
Power - C
Speed - A
Range - A
Durability - D
Precision - A
Potential – A
STAND USER Dwight Schrute
Michael is pacing back in forth in his office, nervously. The entire office is empty save for Dwight and Creed.
Cut to Michael
"They all left. Oh god, they all left. I thought they would stay but they left. They didn't even tell me they were. I came in and thought they were late but I saw the note. They all signed it." Michael starts tearing up. Cut to Dwight using his stand to field calls and Creed trying to look busy while buying a bunch of cameras online, purple thorny vines wrapped around his arms.
Cut to Creed
"yeah my stand just came in and it's strange, I'm able to use hamon with it and even take pictures, though it sucks I have to smash my cameras too use it. I think I'm gonna call it Hermit Purple." Then Creed puts on the mask and rubs beet juice on it "oh you're asking what im doing? Well this is how I keep my immortality".
Suddenly Michael gets a call from David Wallace and he answers trying to hold back tears.
"Dunder-Mifflin this is Michael"
"yeah Michael I'm just wondering why almost everyone in your branch immediately quit on the same day"
"they all thought they were too good after they got their stands. And they left."
"Michael, what the hell is a stand?!"
"it's a pet ghost that punches things
"what? What does the even- never mind I don't want to know. Look Michael, as much I hate to admit it, you're our most profitable branch and without your workers, Dunder-Mifflin as a whole will be bankrupt In a month"
"so what do you want me to do about it?"
"I'm asking you to get your employees back. I don't care how you do it Michael. Just save the company"
Cut to Michael
"so David Wallace has asked me to go on an adventure. A sort of bizarre adventure. My bizarre adventure. Yeah that's what I'm gonna call it"
Michael exits his office and motions for creed and Dwight to get up
"Dwight, I need you to find everyone"
"ok Michael. Just let you know that even an expert manhunter such as myself could take months, evens years finding that many people"
Suddenly Creed summons his stand and karate chops a camera. A photograph of a disheveled Andy covered in rags outside of Broadway comes out the remains.
"here you go boss" Says Creed as he hands Michael the photograph
"you can do that? Just punch a camera and find people?" asks Michael
"yes and I can use it spy on people in the mens bathroom"
"whatever so if andy is in new York so should the rest of the the workers!"
Michael then took his keys
"well I guess we're going to new York and a bizarre adventure to save the company.
Michael, Creed, and Dwight then jumped into Michael's sebring and started their long drive to New York.
Cut to David Wallace in his office at night working on expense reports, when the door is forced open. Wallace looks up in shock, "what are you doing back here?!" before David can press the security button under his desk, an icicle shoots through his chest. As he lays on the floor, bleeding out he looks up and cowers
"Jan please don't!"
Jan looks down on him, her eyes start glowing purple as she unloads her space ripper stingy eyes on him. Killing him instantly. Jan then sits down on his chair and picks up the phone. It rings a few times before it goes straight to voicemail "Hello you've reached Jim Halpert. I am not available right now so leave a message"
"hello Jim. I have a proposition for you. Would you like to be CEO of Dunder-Mifflin and destroy Michael Scott?! I'll be waiting on your call" Jan then hangs up and looks out the window and only one thought crosses her mind "I should get a new outfit and a second boob job."