Multiverse theory.

Unlike fate, It is a concept, in short, that everything we humans know, gravity, space, time, energy, and information, is but a speck of dust compared to the vast number of different realities. Every decision we make, event carried out, or basic concept a person has known since childhood could've altered, no matter how subtle or drastic.

Take, for example, the age-old scenario for the multiverse theory. Say that you have an orange and an apple in front of you, and you decide to pick up the apple. Well, in another universe, that version of you had decided to pick up the orange instead. This scenario can apply to many things. Should I pick this brand over this other brand? Should I visit my parents or not? Should I call into work sick to avoid showing up or not? Each differentiating path has varying outcomes that impact a person.

I had worked tirelessly for years to gain my ability, Made in Heaven, in the name of my departed friend, Dio. No matter how many times the Joestars, their friends, or that damn brat Emporio had attempted to stop my ascension to heaven, I had succeeded. Sure, there was a delay at the space center, but that was nothing more than an annoyance. But in the end, I had cut them all down. The ultimate stand, Star platinum, was no match for me. Anastasia and Ermes were the equivalents of sitting ducks, and while Jolyne's sacrifice was noble, it was unless in the end.

But that child…Emporio. He was never destined to exist after the end and rebirth of the universe. He had somehow slipped through the cracks and reemerged back in the Green Dolphin State Prison with his mind intact.

And currently, in our game of cat and mouse, the blond-haired, golden-eyed child in a baseball uniform was running for his life down a long hallway. I followed close behind; my right eye closed shut with blood streaming down my face; unfortunately, it seems my injuries don't disappear with a reset.

"The fortunate souls who were able to transcend time have been blessed." Emporio screamed in terror as he turned a corner; I followed closely behind. " Those members of the human race who survived have experienced the future and arrived at this new world. The one truth of this universe is that fate will always take its course. And, in turn, destiny will repeat itself. When one human being meets another, it is due to gravity. They come together because it was fated to be that way!"

"For example, what events will unfold five years from now? Thanks to their travels through accelerated time, humanity has already experienced it. They already know when they'll get into an accident. When they'll succumb to an illness. And even when their life will come to an end!"

As I continued to explain myself to this brat, I couldn't help but think back to my past life and imagine what would happen if I knew everything would happen. Would I be able to experience true happiness if I knew what would happen to my sister? What if I prevented the weather report from meeting her? Those thoughts are useless either way. Fate is a set-in-stone motion; no action taken will bend it. I may not know true happiness at the moment, but I will not let this brat from destroying that happiness that Dio and I had worked so hard for, especially not by some brat!

Made In Heaven is the future.

While running, Emporio accidentally tripped and fell to the floor. As I came closer, the child quickly sat up and lifted his shirt, pulling various items from his belly button. "My gun! Where is it?!" He cries out. Sudden realization crosses his face as he looks up, tears rolling down his face, "Oh, yeah. I dropped it in the ocean!". Doing the smart thing, Emporio rose from the floor and resumed his futile escape, quickly approaching a cross-section.

Disappearing to the left hallway, I assumed Emporio was attempting to divert destiny again by changing the direction of a ghost room entrance. But seeing his body fly the opposite way, with blood spurting from his nose, was a product of his decision. Following his direction, I stand at the top of a set of stairs, looking down at Emporios body lying at the bottom.

Upon seeing me, he screamed again, shifting his eyes to a gap in the wall behind him. "Even if the smallest details might go astray, defeating fate is simply impossible." I say, a bit of a taunt after Emporio's foolish decision a few seconds ago.

Despite my subtle jab, I couldn't deny the seriousness of the situation. If I were to lose track of Emporio or let him go, no doubt he would seek a way to defeat me. Even if that is the destined future, I can not let that happen. I had taken precautions when I sped up time, stopping at the right point where the child was at his weakest.

Emporio screamed, rushing to the gap in the wall; I was not about to let him run. With Made in Heaven summoned behind me, I swung my fist, followed by Heaven's, at the retreating Emporio. "Die Emporio!" I shout in anger.

But instead of connecting with Emporio, he and I were sucked into the gap; my eyes widened in shock. Mere inches away from my fist, one of Pale Snakes disk's was sticking out of Emporio's face. On it was the face of a man in a strange horned hat with a humanoid cloud next to him that made my blood both boil and run cold. Now in Emporios ghost room, He narrows his eyes up at me from the floor with a determined look, a mass of clouds forming around him.

"You said fate is predetermined and can't be changed. If that's true, I'll have to make you change it for me." Getting into a kneeling position, Emporio positioned a spread-out hand next to his face; a fire now roared in his eyes. "When you were entering through the crack in the wall, your arm pushed this into my head." From the mass of clouds behind him, the humanoid shape from the disk spiraled out and formed, making my eyes widen further. "In the final moments before Weather report died, he turned his stand ability into a disc before you landed the final blow. And it is the same disc Jolyne decided to entrust to me. So I've been holding on to it for both of them!"

I let out a roar of hate toward the child; how dare he use one of my God-given abilities against me! Before I could attack, however, Weather Forecast had beaten me to the punch, letting a flurry of punches come at me. Luckily, I dodged the attacks, using Made in Heaven's infinite speed to appear behind Emporio.

"In the name of God, I will destroy you!" I boldly proclaimed, "Your actions here today, Emporio all they have accomplished is solidifying the fact that your screams will become the trumpets of hell!"

Activating Made in Heaven's ability, time began to accelerate. The clock on the wall had started to spin rapidly, a plant withered away in seconds, and the blood on Emporios face faded to nothing. And as I berated Emporio on his futile actions, I circled the boy using my stand's speed, appearing around him at different points." You shall come to realize your own insignificance as you wither away!"

Thrusting my hand out to spear Weather Report in the face, veins suddenly bulged in my hand to painful degrees as blood burst from the veins. Grunting in pain, I raised my hands to my face to see the same happening to the other before I was flung into a grand piano, crashing to the floor while inside it. My body felt weak and sickly, and pushing off the ground felt like an impossible task that I had barely passed. "W-What is going on here?" I ask no one in particular as I look up and see Weather Report looming over me. That is when it hit me, "It's Weather Report!"

"One day, I read in a book," Emporio spoke, breathing heavily as blood leaked from his eyes." that the deadliest poison within proximity of any organism is the air they breathe. Every organism on this planet needs oxygen to survive. But the concentration level of oxygen can't be above 40 percent. One hundred percent pure oxygen is extremely toxic, and any life form exposed to it will perish."

I didn't listen to the rest of Emporio's speech, mainly because the loss of blood and the harsh environment around me started to cause me to black out. Every muscle in my body felt numb, my brain sent out many shockwaves of pain, and darkness began to surround my vision. The worst pain I felt at the moment was not physical but mental, as the thought of losing all my hard work to this child was agonizing. Panic also filled my mind as Weather report crouched down, his fist slowly approaching my head.

And In a second, my head was pushed against the floor by Weather Reports fist; the crunching of bone and the pool of blood forming underneath my face was lost to me as I cried out in pain. "No, you have to end this, Emporio!" I pleaded, "You can still stop Weather! Do not let him do this! After I finally obtained the ability I worked so hard for, God wished it to be so!"

More blood burst from my eyes and mouth as I felt the bone around my eyes start to break. "It was an ability that God chose for me to possess! A new history of humanity will be born, and the future of mankind will be saved!"

But no matter how much I pleaded or explained again why my stand was to bring humanity into a better future, the look on the child's face clearly said that he was not listening. "Don't you understand? Fate won, and you are the loser!" He said, pointing a finger at me.

"You insignificant little…"

"I didn't do this alone. Jolyne knew I would make it here, and this is what she would've wanted me to do. Weather too, and F.F, Ermes, Anastasia, And even Mr. Jotaro. We had no idea what the future held, but we all had resolutions. The one who couldn't accept their own fate was you, Pucci. Your fate is walking down the path of justice. You're done for!"

My eyes rolled in the back of my head, a snarl appearing on my face, "No, I'm not!" I once again cry out in pain, Weather Report's fist grinding my face into the bloodied carpet. "You're the one who doesn't understand anything! Go to hell, you insignificant little brat!" I scream, reaching out my hand in an attempt to grab Emporio.

They say that in multiverse theory, every action and every moment has a different outcome based on the person's choices. Even the most minute detail can have a butterfly effect that can change major events.

And in that single moment, seconds away from having my skull smashed in, my primal fear and rage took over to defy the current moment, to defy fate. In an instant, Made in Heaven had reappeared behind me, visibly shocking Emporio. Pouring every last ounce of power and energy remaining in my body, Made in Heaven took it all.

The clock that acted as his face suddenly started to spin counter-clockwise, his body shining with a bright white light. Emporio shielded his eyes while I smiled victoriously, seeing the room surrounding us crack and break away into a star-filled void.

By that point, my mind was swimming in a mix of joy, pain, and drowsiness, ignoring that my body was flying forward at high speed, Emporio nowhere to be seen. But that was fine. What wasn't fine was that memories started to escape my mind, slipping away like water on oil. Names and faces of friends and enemies became blurs, locations and events were fading away, and even the memory of my dear sister and Weather Report became lost. Everything and nothing became one, and my mind broke under pressure and the added injuries dealt by Emporio.

And, just as quick as the end began, darkness took both my mind and body.

Father Pucci was no more.

—-

Thunder crashed and crackled outside as rain pelted the hospital room window. But the sounds of the outside were muffled out by a bloodcurdling scream.

Writhing in pain and gripping the handles of her hospital bed with bone-crushing force was a mare in labor. She had a light-yellow coat with a pure-white flowy mane and tail, her obsidian eyes clenched shut from the pain, and a cutie mark showing a quill and book.

"You're almost there, Miss Sunray!" One of the male doctors said. He wore full medical scrubs from head to hoof, blood caking his forelegs. "I see the head!" He suddenly showed, continuing to shout encouragement to the screaming mare.

Outside the room, a single stallion and a small filly stood by the operating room's door. The stallion's coat was brown, fading to black fur at the end of his hooves, a shaved, red mane that was only a couple of inches long, and red eyes that shifted side-to-side nervously as the stallion paced back and forth. "How long is it going to be?" He muttered anxiously while chewing the brim of a bowler hat. The stallion's nervous pacing was halted, however, when something tapped his flank, which had an image of a telescope facing up at stars.

Peering up at him from behind a shaggy light-pink mane was a gray-coated filly with cloudy eyes that were filled with worry. "Daddy, is momma going to be okay?" She asked innocently, "your hooves are making me worried." She whimpered, slightly shaking.

The stallion saw the filly's distress and took a deep breath to collect himself before smiling tiredly. "Yes, honey, momma is going to be okay. Dad is just…excited to meet your new baby brother!" He lied, sitting down and pulling the filly close to comfort her. Immediately, her body relaxed, and she snuggled in her father's arms. The first time his wife gave birth, his daughter almost killed her mother. Luckily, the doctors managed to save his wife and his daughter, but the filly was legally blind as a result. Despite her disability, his daughter grew up a happy filly and was able to make friends her age at school. And it was only recently he and his wife decided to have another child so that maybe the filly would have a sibling to bond with and be taken care of when her parents weren't around.

But hours went by, and during that time, the screams had stopped. He didn't know whether to be happy or scared when they went silent, but the door to the operating room opened, and out came a doctor in a clean white coat.

"Mister StarGazer?" He said, gaining the attention of the stallion.

Before he could get another word out, StarGazer placed his filly on the floor and shot up. "My wife! Is she okay?!" He shouted nervously, startling the doctor.

Shaking his head, the doctor chuckled lightly, "I assure you, sir, that your wife is alive and well. In fact, you can come in and-"

The doctor wasn't able to finish his sentence as Star Gazer picked up his filly and ran past him into the room, shutting the door behind him. Inside, StarGazer placed his daughter on a chair against the wall and appeared by the bed-ridden Sunray. She noticed the visibly troubled stallion and smiled weakly, holding a small mass wrapped in a cloth to her chest.

"Deary, what's got you so worked up?" She asked, a quiet cooing noise coming from the wrapped mass.

StarGazer donned his bowler hat again and wiped the sweat from his head, "I-I thought that…the last pregnancy…you would…" He sputtered out, tears building in the corners of his eyes.

A small chuckle escaped the mare's throat, "I know what you mean, dear. To be honest, I was scared too, but it was a… miracle." She said, shifting her position slightly. Sunray rotated the wrapped mass in her forelegs to reveal a small foal sleeping soundly in his mother's arms. "It's a colt." She muttered.

He couldn't hold them back; happy tears poured down StarGazers' cheeks as he looked down at his son. His coat was a little chocolate brown with a short white mane and lines of hair leading from his scalp to the middle of his brows. The foal's chest rose and fell, and quiet snores paced through his lips. Ignoring the strange hair, StarGazer inched his font hooves closer to the foal, looking at his wife for permission to hold his son. When she nodded, he carefully snaked his hooves under the foal and soon had him in a cradling position.

Sniffling, StarGazer tore his teary eyes away from his son to meet his wife's face, "I-I can't believe it. I h-have an s-son!" He said happily. Hoofing the foal back to the mother, StarGazer wiped his eyes with a foreleg, resting it on the floor when he finished. "So, do you have a name for him?"

The second he finished his sentence, a puzzled look found its way onto Sunray's face. "That's the thing; a strange name came to me." She said.

When a foal is born, the mother is given a feeling in her heart and mind. This feeling is the idea of what her foal's name would be, based on their future destiny. That is why pony names are so different from other races. Combining a word relating to their destiny and a characteristic of their body is the most popular way of foal naming, but not the only option.

"What is it then?" StarGazer said with a raised eyebrow.

Sunray moved her head over to meet StarGazer, her puzzled expression turning into confusion. "Well…from what I can tell, the name that came to me was-"

"-Pucci?"