Darlene was sitting down on the bed in her hotel room, reading. After her daughter had assured her that what others assumed was a mental illness was actually some kind of superpower, she was still a little skeptical. But that day, Daisy had demonstrated her new powers, which terrified her for a moment, but she understood then that she wasn't being lied to. However, now knowing this, she was restless. She could see the powers that others could have, but without knowing for sure she couldn't tell who had unlocked this potential in them.

"Darlene, are you okay? You haven't said anything in hours." Mark, her husband, sat down in bed next to her. Darlene sighed.

"I dunno. This trip… it's given me a lot to think about." Mark smiled.

"Yeah. Our little girl's grown up so quickly, huh? I'm glad you encouraged her to do this."

"I'm glad too… I suppose." Darlene smiled weakly, turning to meet her husband's gaze.

Mark nodded, and tucked himself into bed, going to sleep. Darlene continued to sleep; her new knowledge causing sleep to evade her. She dialled room service to get a midnight snack as she continued to read. After a few minutes, a bell-hop carrying a platter of food entered the hotel room. Darlene stood to get her food, but she noticed something terrifying. This person… they had no potential. No goals, no aspirations, not even a chance of dying. She grew concerned, and asked a simple question.

"Sir, are you… are you alright?"

The bell-hop looked into her eyes. "Why do you ask?" His voice seemed reptilian, somehow off. Darlene was scared.

"Something about you seems off. As if you were… dead." She stepped back, nervous. The bell-hop scowled a little, taking off his cap and shirt to reveal he had a purely smooth body. No hair, no wrinkles, nothing.

"How on Earth did you realise what I was? My power… you could see right through it! What the hell kinda Stand do you have?"

Darlene was stunned. This person… definitely wasn't human! Could it be a Stand walking around without anything attached to it? "W-Wait, what are you? Surely you're not a person…"

"Heh." The Stand chuckled. "Nope. If I had a user, he's long dead. My name is Copy Of A, but you can just call me Copy. My power is to create copies of myself, as well as to mimic the shapes of other people. However, if any of my copies are damaged, it acts just like if a Stand of mine was injured; all the damage comes back to the main me. Now, tell me." Copy grabbed Darlene's arm, smiling. "How did you figure out I wasn't a person? Are you that problem I was hired to extinguish? That chick from the private school?"

"Private… school…" Darlene gulped, scurrying into the corridor of the hotel. The white hands of I Think I'm Paranoid slammed the door behind her as she started to sprint away. The carpet in the corridor had incredibly little traction, and Darlene started to slip a little as she ran.

Copy came through the door after her, chasing her. "I knew it! Ah, it'll be fun to take you over and infiltrate your school from the inside." Darlene's brain was whirring. Daisy's friend, who had helped her understand what she was dealing with, she'd talked about the school's student leader, who was trying to completely control every student in the institution. Could it be that this foe had mistaken her for her daughter. Was this student leader really trying to kill Daisy? Darlene bailed out of the window, using her Stand to catch the ground and break her fall. Copy leapt after her, hitting the ground much harder and injuring its arm.

"So… this thing must be bound to a dead body, right? I heard a bone snap." Darlene smirked. "Listen here. I may be a little old now, but I've always been an athletic woman. Some lame blob like you won't be able to catch me."

"Watch me." Copy grabbed Darlene's ankle, but she kicked his hand off immediately. Copy's flesh swirled, looking for something to latch onto, but nothing was there.

"Whew. That stuff looks dangerous." Darlene thought for a moment. She knew three Stand users in the area, but she didn't want to get her daughter involved, and the other girl was too far away. Then, there was the boy who lived on the level below her daughter. Delaware, she remembered. Without any further hesitation, she sprinted off toward the apartment complex, praying that the Stand following her would be pre-occupied with its injuries too long.

Stand Name: "Copy Of A"

Stand Master: ?

Power: C

Range: N/A

Speed: C

Durability: D

Precision: C

Potential: E

Delaware was preparing himself for bed when he heard a loud, persistent knock on the door. He walked over and opened the door, seeing Daisy's mother rush into his apartment. He locked the door again after her, confused. "The hell? What are you doing here at this time of night?"

Darlene was panting heavily. "Stand… chasing me… no user… can imitate people." She passed out on the ground. Delaware sighed.

"Damn, really? I thought I'd be able to sleep well tonight." He sighed, stretching a bit. "Alright, so how do I figure out a Stand that could look like anyone?" For a moment, he pondered, before coming to a realisation. "Hold on. Stands don't have blood. By manipulating the iron in blood, I should be able to tell if it's a person or a Stand, right?" Delaware's Stand formed on his back, a metal coating covering his shoulders. "Here's hoping."

Meanwhile, Copy was clambering up the stairs to pursue Darlene, clutching its broken arm. "Ugh. What a pain. She was faster than I'd expected. I'll just have to use copies to overwhelm her, it seems." It split into three, and walked up to Delaware's door, before thinking for a moment. "Hmm, if I go upstairs, I can attack from two sides!" One of the copies went upstairs while the other two tried to unlock the door, turning into important-looking officials. "Open up! We have a warrant!"

Darlene sat up. "Uh, I think it's outside." Delaware nodded.

"I know, I know. I'll be fine, though. He can't get in, because when I lock the door, I warp the lock so it can't be unlocked, unless I'm unlocking it." He walked up to the door. "Hold up, there's two of 'em here. Are you sure it's that Stand?"

Darlene walked over, sliding open the mail flap to take a look. There was one piece of potential there; the potential to… no way… "They're copies! There must be another one, and it's running upstairs to attack Daisy! We're stuck in here, and the thing I wanted to avoid is happening!"

Delaware grit his teeth. "The Stand's gotta be bound to something! What is that thing?"

"A body! It's like a parasite, it takes people over with its touch!" Darlene was beginning to freak out, but Delaware smirked, unlocking the door.

"Great. You know that bones have metal in them, right?" He walked out into the corridor and used They Might Be Giants to fuse Copy Of A's bones into one messy clump. "You're a Stand, so if you die, you'll never be found…" He raised a hand coated in metal, only for an ear-piercing scream to distract him. "Oh, shit. Daisy!" Darlene sprinted upstairs, closely followed by Delaware. The other copy standing in the corridor chased after the pair, while Copy struggled to move.

"Damn kid. Now I need a new body… I guess one of them will do nicely."

Delaware and Darlene burst into Daisy's apartment. They found the bubbling flesh of Copy swirling around a huge silken cocoon, most definitely containing Daisy. Delaware sighed. "Are you okay in there? I need some metal to catch-" The other copy cocked a pistol to Delaware's head. "Oh, thanks." He stretched out the metal of the gun to stop the copy's movement, then used the bullets in the magazine to stop the other one trying to invade Daisy's cocoon. He smirked. "Alright, that works. You can come out, Daisy." The cocoon burst open, Daisy breathing heavily.

"Took your time." She chuckled. "I was pretty terrified."

Delaware sighed. "You're upbeat, even after all that?"

"Well, I don't really think it's appropriate to break down in tears when nothing really happened to me." She smirked. "Anyway, mum, if you want, you can sleep here. Wouldn't want you going through Brooklyn in the middle of the night alone."

"Okay, dear." Darlene hugged her daughter tightly.