"So, my intuition was correct." Anastasia Pallas said, a hand placed over her laptop. The dragon of pixels nudged behind the screen. "You are a Stand user as well. Every day I see you talking to that Joshua Jiu. I don't know what, but you two must be onto something."

"What makes you think we are from Tesla?" She backed away, feeling for the Taser hidden behind her belt. If she tries anything funny, she has the right to retaliate.

"The Club has its own source of intel."

"Your intel must not be very reliable, then."

The senior smiled. Instead of cornering her like she expected her to, she sat in her seat and faced her laptop. Alicia felt a vibration in her pocket.

"As I expected, you have quite the followers on your social media accounts."

The vibrations repeated.

"How would they react, if you were to post these?"

Anastasia tilted her laptop and showed her the display on its screen. Spread across different tabs, her accounts on Glassy, Eg, and FriendZone were logged on, and she has no recollection of ever accessing them while she was searching through the laptop. Alicia took out her phone, the source of the vibrations, and checked that there were comments on her recent posts. Posts that she never made on the sites.

"What is this…?"

Rude remarks, vile slanders, distasteful comments, with no knowledge of any of those actions she supposedly did all these to her friends, lashing at their photos, posts, group chats, blogs, walls, and timelines. A few kids in the library even glared at her from the other tables.

"How did you get into my accounts?"

"Don't underestimate the Club, girl."

The source of her involuntary postings was soon found to be the same thing that prevented from her clicking at the suspicious folder. The pixelated dragon. It flew over to the box for new posts and brought up words with swipes of its hand. False words, the same ones that slandered her friends and publicly denounced them. It tapped the Post button with its digital hands and the new attack on her reputation was sent. The effect was almost immediate. Even the school librarian was looking at her now, studying her with a dubious gaze after a quick look on her phone.

This is bad. Social media is a dangerous place to mess around with. Online communication had never been more vital to today's social life. The tarnishing of one's name could spread like virtual wildfire, setting entire communities aflame. Having over 1000 online friends and followers across her accounts in total, this type of attack is simply disastrous. She has to do something before it gets completely out of hand. Something, to get back at Anastasia.

Fortunately, she stayed cool under the situation, and was able to find a way to get retaliate the cyber offensive.

Shooting her cable Stand out like a grappling hook, it quickly reattached itself to the laptop. The senior becomes expressively alarmed.

"What are you doing?"

"System 32, have you heard of it?"

"That's…"

"Log out of my accounts right now, otherwise say goodbye to your fan fictions."

"You are bluffing, aren't you?"

To show that she wasn't, Alicia deleted a random icon on her home screen.

"My photo…" She glanced at her screen, then at her Stand. "How much do you know?"

She smiled. "Enough to know that you haven't backed them up anywhere. All those months of work going down the drain. Wouldn't it be a little troublesome to do them all over again?"

The dragon stopped its latest post mid-sentence. After a moment of hesitance, looking at her and its master, it proceeded to log out of all of her accounts. Alicia immediately brought up her phone and produced a gasp loud enough for half the library to hear.

"What the—Someone went through my account!" Tapping the virtual keyboard with one hand, she quickly feigned surprise on seeing her recent posts. Those that had been glaring at her raised a few eyebrows, some sympathetic, before going back to what they were doing.

"…Hmph, I like your guts. You'd be my type, if you were a bit shorter." Anastasia casually sat back down, undeterred by the reversal. "Well, I don't suppose you'd want to start a fight here in the library? Although looking by at that Stand of yours, you must be the brains of the operation. You would have your friend after me sooner than I would think."

Operation? What is she talking about? Alicia slowly moved back to her seat, keeping her eyes peeled.

"Tristan almost defeated your friend on Friday, you must have heard."

"Are you still on about me…us being spies from Tesla?" she said. "Because I assure you, we are not."

"I don't expect you talk, of course. Since I've gotten myself into this inept stalemate here, I propose a way for us to settle this…dispute."

"Give me a break. Stalemate? Do you realize the situation you are in?" PATD is still hooked onto her laptop, and no matter how fast her dragon moves, a computer's near-instantaneous commands should never be underestimated. Try something, and she can say goodbye to her laptop. "You and your group would have been arrested with two consecutive attempts of murder."

"Do you truly think the police could stop us?"

"Not the type you are thinking, no. Look, I'll do us all a favor. This was all just a huge misunderstanding. Joshua and I are not from Tesla. Heck, I've been in this school since freshman year. Surely you must have heard of me?"

"Alicia McCall. Who doesn't? Do you see the faces of the boys whenever you pass by the hallways?" Anastasia scoffed. "But that doesn't mean your loyalty still belongs to this school."

There's no use reasoning with her. She's seriously warped in the head. Maybe she should just ask her dad to send in a few guys from the Branch to arrest them for abusing their Stand abilities. That'll save everyone a lot of time.

"Hm, but I suppose there is no use of telling you all this," the senior swayed her hair and reached into her bag.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing!"

"I am showing you the proposal I was going to explain on how to settle this deadlock, before I was rudely interrupted."

"Deadlock my…neck. You—"

PATD moved to delete a random file it found to show that she was serious, but the pixelated dragon had beaten her to it. Her FriendZone account was opened up again, and it hovered over the Post button, its tiny hand ready to tap it.

"You can delete my System 32 all you want, but it'll take a few minutes to hinder my laptop's usability, which is more than enough for Imagine Dragon to whip up some posts across your accounts. Posts that…how should I say this, posts that would surely make people see you in a different light."

She glanced at the post the dragon wrote.

The time for revolution has come. This country will be cleansed of its evil. This afternoon, my father and I will carry a suitcase full of C4 charges to the school. Any capitalist pigs who tries to stop us will get shot. Rise up, my brethren, and liberate our families from the clutches of the West.

To make matters worse, the post was tagged with her and her father's friends.

"And that's not all. I could access to your other accounts in seconds. Security is irrelevant to Imagine Dragon. So what would you want me to write up? I'm taking requests, so tell me when you have decided to delete it."

Seeing that she was unable to come up with an answer, Anastasia pulled something out of her bag. She placed it in the middle of the table.

"Are those…cards?"

"Indeed, and with these, we could fairly determine who shall be the victor of this encounter, and who shall be the loser. Of course, we could test the speed of our Stands and see whose can go the fastest. The deterioration rate from the absence of System 32 varies from computer to computer, so you never know."

She shifted to see the laptop screen. The dragon had already pulled up multiple tabs and finished writing more of the dangerous posts. All it takes is a light tap of its hand to ruin her and her friends' lives.

"…All right, fine." There is no other choice. "Tell me what I need to do."

The senior smirked. She unboxed the pack of cards and began shuffling them.

Stand name: PATD (Panic at the Disco)

User: Alicia McCall

Appearance: A silver cord with a cute little pink bunny design, the default form of its head takes the shape of a Universal Serial Bus, or USB.

Power: D

Speed: C

Range: D (When fully uncoiled from her hand, it's true length would be around 6 to 7 meters.)

Durability: A

Precision: B

Developmental Potential: E

Abilities:

Technological Possession – By inserting PATD into whatever port a piece of machinery might have, Alicia is able to fully control the technology she "possesses" with her mind and fully understand its contents and purpose. Any previously stored information will flood through her brain. The head of PATD could change its size and shape if required and the USB form is incompatible.

Notes: Alicia's Stand. She's had it ever since a traumatic incident when she was little. Popular, beautiful, and exceptionally intelligent, she is the one thing boys have in mind when stepping through school, according to Josh, who was according to Miller. I'm confident to say that the same goes for a lot of other girls, though. One day I am going ask her to tell me how to perfect those curls. Which brand does she use? How long does she spend every day to maintain them? It's amazing how she can cope with school and work without getting stressed out.