Jonathan

Haha! Damn bastards thought I was going to earth because I wanted to get a feel for the system, but I was actually here to contact my friends from back home! With a pep in my step, I went up to the nearest payphone and pushed the guy using it off the line, killing his call, and dialing up my parents.

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*Click*

"Hello? This is Merida speaking, how can I help you?" The familiar voice of my mother called out, a fair few soft tears leaking out of my eyes. It hadn't been long since I've last met her, but after having been kept prisoner in that void for a literal eternity, simple things like this hit differently. "Sir? I have to ask you, how did you get this phone number?"

"Hi, it's me, Jonathan, your so-"

"You really expect me to believe that? Who are you trying to fool here, mister? As if my son would ever use a payphone rather than his cell." She flat out denied any other possibility. "Besides, you're trying to act as a teenager. Seriously, you need to grow up, I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's pathetic."

She ended the call soon after, a sigh escaping my lips as my back fell into the adjacent wall. And there went my last quarter, damn it-. Suddenly, a foot came for my face, my wet eyes drawing to the man who towered above me as he and his friends looked over me, each of them adorned with a blood thirsty grin.

"You little bitch boy, you think you can skip the line just because you want to talk to mommy? Big deal, you just ate the last dollar I had, and right when I was talking to my sweet girl as well… I'm going to enjoy beating you into the dirt." He down right promised, another stomp coming for my dome as I could do nothing more than take the beating head on, only gritting my teeth harder when they pulled me by the collar to somewhere else in the prison.

More specifically, Green Dolphin Street Prison, home to low lifes, gay priests, those destined by fate, a whole load of sinners, and me, a totally normal system user. Or would it be better to say defenseless? Damn system, gave me no other plan besides the hardest one available. If only things had played out differently, then I would've had a chance, but as it were right now, nothing would change until I got my stand ability.

My body was slammed against the steel bars, expelling any air that had been left over in my lungs. Maybe it was a mistake to go here- "Listen here, you little rat shit bastard." Grabbing me by the bloodied-up collar, he spat into my face as he raised his left hand. "You're fucking dead, you hear that? D. E. A. D. And nobody will remember you."

He was right, but, for whatever reason, a grin adorned my face at the threat, a laugh forcing its way up my throat as it burst out on the other end. "Will that get you out of here? Will that get you to escape into the outside? Face it bro, nobody will come for you either. And your girl? She might as well be fucking another guy, left to her lons-"

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, I looked to my gut, finding a knife sticking out of my chest. "Oy, mate. You seem to have stuck your knife in me. Mind taking it out, yeah?" I painfully jested in a British accent. "Wo-ah- Woah there, buddy, you seem to hav-guh- have bloody done it again. Shame if a guard were to be standing right behind you, right?"

The tone of the room darkened, the shiv in his hand twisting inside of me as his eyes glared a hole deep into my soul before being pulled away. Maybe it was a mistake to pick the part that took place in a Floridan Prison, really, who's bright idea was it to do this shit?

Whatever, I'm here now, and there's nothing I can do to change that.

"Shit, you really look worse for wear. Don't worry, the medic should arrive shortly, get you all patched up in a jiffy." A guard reassured me, standing from his position as he looked at the crowd that had grown from our little scuffle. "Clear the way people, clear the way. The guy's hurt, so why don't we just back off and give him some space."

They parted like the Red Sea, giving way for the incoming paramedics to come and rescue me from my deteriorating health. Putting me on a stretcher, I watched as everything became a blur, my mind turning blanks at every corner. Damn, isn't America's Health Care system supposed to be horrendous? Fuck it, I'm not staying here for long either way. Besides, this universe wasn't going to survive for long if things turn out the way they did in canon.

Wheeling me into the clinic, I stared idly by, moments passing ever so slowly, my eyes drifting to rest as my senses dulled, going beyond the numbing buzz. Slipping in and out of consciousness, my eyes struggled to stay open the whole time. From one blink to another, from one location to the next. Before I knew it, I was on a cold steel table, with two surgeons hovering above me with needles in their hand.

From blitzing fast, to extremely slow, pain wrought through my mind as I could do nothing but watch, a prisoner in my own body as I failed to move on my own. No matter how much I screamed, shouted, or moaned, nothing could come out of my throat, my cries of help ignored as the second needle punctured my skin and flesh.

Then one of the doctors noticed my eyes moving around. Finally! Please, oh please, save me from this nightmarish hell- Why was she grabbing a cooling pad blind fold? Hold on, wait a minute! "No, no, no, no, nonononononono!" Everything fell on deaf ears, each individual sensation enhanced by a tremendous degree. Agony shot through my torso, flaring time after time, repeatedly to no end.

But it did, after what felt like an eternity and torture. I was free from their vice, my hand shooting upwards in elation once I finally reached the hard bedding they had provided. Though, in my mind, they felt like pillows, the softest in the land, the joy of simply being a live filled me greatly, to have survived the ordeal with little more than a scratch, how lucky I truly was.

My eyes closed, this time, in peace. A soft smile curved the edges of my lips, drawing to a final conclusion to what had already been a messy day.

Until it wasn't.

From the corner of my eye, stood a dark shady figure, who walked up to my tired, half-conscious figure, and placed a hand on my chest. "You shall be the agent of change that shall bring about the coming of a new world. By fate you have been brough here, and by fate, you shall go." A masculine voice menacingly stated, producing an object into his hand, before giving it a twirl.

"Accept the gift that has been given to me by his divine grace." Couldn't get any worse he said. "Become my puppet in the shadows. The future shall be yours to guide. Take it by the reigns and lead us to victory. For the glory of his name."

""Amen.""

Bringing the disk down on my head, a well of information instantly flooded my mind, my brain overloaded by the abrupt action. It was a stand! Though, one that I did not awaken on my own. Stolen from another poor soul, and made into mine via unscrupulous means.

[Stand Received]

The robotic voice of my system notified me, returning for the first time since I entered the world.

[A Man Without Love]

For all of its good, I fucking hate this system sometimes.

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