J & Justaguynobigdealallright: I've actually been making Metal Gear references throughout the story, this was just the most blatant one!

Engineer Gaming: Hello!

Kasumi Kenshiro: I'm glad you liked it! Polaris may or may not be coming, I'm still trying to find a place to put it.

Guest: That would be funny!

hellcofer180: It's a pretty cool idea, I appreciate the adding on of the weakness.

FinchFlyingAce: I'm not spoiling a thing! I wanted to show the bond between the two, just so the final confrontation packs more of a punch.

dumpstertrashfire123: He'd probably be mortified by it, but he wouldn't hold it against Fugo.

Guest: I mean, maybe? That's a little confusing to think about, Jotaro's matter and shit. As for the Stranger...he is very important for a future arc.

Kosaku Valentine: Once again, I must thank you for your continued support! You're awesome!

heavensdo0r: Simp.

Kyeo307: He will definitely have an impact on Momo's arc going forward. Also, love the Frank Sinatra stand!

Euphoria: You might be spot on with a few of those abilities, although I want to keep Ball Breaker exclusive to Gyro. It is tied to his steel balls, at least in this story.

Jpx0999: He isn't the Necromancer, that's for sure.

Bearticguy7: Jaws huh? I like it!


A Speedwagon Foundation helicopter touched down on the middle of an aircraft carrier, just off the coast of Mustafu. From it emerged Joseph Joestar, fresh out of hiding and ready to do his part. Beside him, Johnny and Gyro emerged.

Soldiers sporting pink rushed around the deck of the boat, prepping supplies and weaponry. On their sleeves they wore hearts with the letters LCA printed on them, and it was clear that everyone on board wanted to be there. A passion for their work was prevalent in everything they did.

The door to below deck swung open, revealing a smiling Funny Valentine. "Welcome to the Patriot, my friends."

"I was wondering what you were up to when you left." Gyro commented, glancing around at the busy deck. "Forming your own militia, huh?"

"We call ourselves the LCA, which stands for Love Conquers All. It is a healthier alternative to my original dream. Instead of forcing peace through world domination and a holy Macguffin, we simply try to unite people by helping them." Valentine observed his handiwork with satisfaction. "Instead of healing the world through force, we do it with love."

"And a lot of guns." Joseph noted.

"One sword keeps another in the sheath, Joseph Joestar." Valentine responded. "Anyway, most of my connections from when I was president were more than happy to support me once I made my return. Of course...they never learned that I had died, I made a pretty decent excuse for my absence."

"Well, that's a relief. Wouldn't look too good for my hero career if they found out I killed the President of the United States." Johnny said with a smirk. "Even if he was being a total bastard."

"All of that is past us now. The LCA is prepared to extract every civilian and hero from Elysium, we have a plan to do so. Paradise City made a mistake, abducting me...because now D4C has it's little pocket dimension on it's list of places it can travel." The former president, now militia leader, turned to face the other three. "We can strike Elysium at any time."

"Dr. Stewart's life force is directly connected to Elysium's population, you know." Gyro reminded Valentine. "If we free everyone inside...it would kill him. Plus, he's been adding to Elysium's population for centuries...some people may have been born in there, and have no idea what the outside world is like."

Valentine opened a door, and together the four descended into the bowels of the ship. "That is sadly true...but we cannot allow the suffering to continue. Dr. Stewart may not be aware of this, but his own despair is being transferred to the residents of his supposed utopia...here we are, my second-in-command is visiting today, she'd like to meet you."

"Second-in-command? Anyone we know?" Johnny asked.

"You better know me, Johnny Kujo."

Johnny's eyes widened upon hearing a very familiar voice, one that he heard every day, and he turned to find Kyoka leaning against one of the doorways.

Only now she was sporting an eyepatch, and lacked earphone jacks.

"Otherwise I'd imagine your Kyoka would be pretty disappointed." The alternate Kyoka said with a smirk.

"Wow...hi...Kyoka...er..."

"No matter which universe it is, you're always gonna be a dork."

"I've taken to calling her Patch, to differentiate between her and ours." Valentine said. "This is the version of Jiro that aided me in procuring the Necronomicon, she's agreed to help us."

"I resent that nickname, but since I still call you Fluffy I'd say we're even." Patch responded. "I'm technically his second, but since I have a universe to go back to, I come and go. I hope you didn't bring the other me along, I don't want to accidentally bump into her."

"She didn't want to come." Joseph said, getting close to Patch's face. "So, different Jiro, why help Valentine? Our version of you hates him."

"The universe I came from...was a parallel of yours, except everything went horribly wrong. I don't want to go too much into detail about it...but I lost everyone I ever loved. Including you three. Valentine put me in a universe where I had died, after the battle for the book was over, he gave me a second chance at life." Patch's face had gone from teasing to somber. "I owe him."

All of them walked into a large meeting room with a holographic map, as Patch continued. "Let me tell you...it was Hell on Earth. It was a whole Hunger Games dystopian future kind of thing, where Valentine won the Necronomicon from you two during the Steel Ball Run, and killed you guys in cold blood."

"Me?" Joseph asked.

"...they said they found you holding the other two's bodies, someone killed you while you were mourning them." Patch said with a shudder. "I really don't want to go into detail...the gist is...I lost everything, and by the time I ran into Fluffy...I was just waiting for my Valentine to put me out of my misery...I wanted him to kill me."

"Kyo- Patch...you don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable." Johnny said, but Patch waved him off.

"Johnny, it doesn't matter which universe I'm in, I trust you three more than anyone else. You're the same people I came to know and love...and lost. Trust me, telling you about all this is actually therapeutic for me...and I need some fucking therapy."

"I'd imagine." Joseph said, frowning. "I'm no stranger to losing the people I care about...but everyone? I don't think I could handle it."

"I got the happy ending my original universe denied me...but it left scars, and I'm not talking about the scars around my eye hole." Patch said, pointing towards the jagged scars emerging from underneath her eyepatch. One thing that Johnny noticed was that the scars didn't ruin her features, Patch was just as beautiful as the Kyoka he was familiar with.

And yet, there was an undeniable difference. Patch, while still having Kyoka's snarky attitude, was much less expressive than the girl he knew. Her eye lacked the same kind of life that Kyoka's so frequently burned with.

Patch was a version of the girl he loved that broke, something he thought impossible, and was now picking up the pieces.

Next thing Johnny knew, he was hugging her.

"Uh..."

"Sorry...it's a reflex."

Patch smiled and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck. "It's fine. My Johnny...well, my new one...had roughly the same reaction when I told him. I told him the full story though, it was a big gross sob-fest."

"Is this interdimensional cheating? Should I stop?"

"You and my Johnny are exactly the same, except for a few minor differences. You and I are the same people as our counterparts, just with different experiences, so we know each other just as well...plus, this is just a hug, you're worrying too much."

"I would never want my Kyoka to go through so much pain...she still has an eye and jacks and...seeing you like this is like seeing her like this."

"Well, she didn't go through the hell I did...promise me something, will you?"

"What is it?" Johnny asked, and Patch put a hand on his face, absentmindedly caressing it.

"Don't die on her. She can survive without you, I'm living proof of that...but losing you changed me forever. Take it from me, because I would know. She values you so much, you have no idea the kind of downward spiral I had after I learned that I had lost you. I became an alcoholic, at age sixteen, and I had lost almost all hope...I became something that I am not. I'm still not all that put together, you know? You make her...her best self, so don't fucking die."

"I'll try."

"You will. I helped Valentine destroy the Necronomicon for her sake, so she wouldn't end up like me. I may have turned my life around, but that's because I have my friends and family back. Even then...what happened in my original universe still keeps me up at night."

"You were waiting to say that to him for a long time, weren't you?" Gyro asked, and Patch realized that she and Johnny were practically nose-to-nose, and separated with a cough.

"I need to talk to your version of me too...but yes. I've wanted to see your universe ever since Fluffy told me about it. I want to give her some advice." The purplette checked her watch, and sighed. "I'm sorry, Fluffy I need to go. I have a date with my Johnny soon."

"Thank you for your help, you really didn't have to join up with me." Valentine said, shaking Patch's hand.

"You didn't have to make me second, but...I just want to make sure your world isn't going to turn out like my old one." Patch said, returning the gesture, and turning towards the other three. "We'll be in touch...remember what I said, Johnny."

"I will."

"Joseph, make sure he doesn't die." Patch ordered.

"Er...yes, of course! I was going to do that anyways." Joseph replied, slightly taken aback. She called me by my first name, our Jiro is still trying to be polite about that kind of stuff.

"Gyro, you're a jackass."

"Nyo ho! Some things never change."

Valentine threw his American flag over Patch, and sent her back to her own universe. "I visited her shortly after our victory against the Necromancer, to see how she was adjusting to the new universe. She helped me come up with the idea of the LCA, believe it or not, and insisted that she would be a part of it."

"Did she threaten you into it?" Gyro said with a grin.

"It's Jiro...of course she did." Valentine responded. "But...I cannot deny that I care for her. Fighting my dark counterpart together created a bond between us...which is why I wish to befriend our Jiro as well."

"It'll take time, she's already accepted you as an ally, but Kyoka holds grudges. Obviously not for forever, but you'll need to work for her friendship." Johnny said, looking at the place where Patch had vanished. "How...often does Patch come to our universe to help out?"

"Not too often. She has her own life to live, after all, and her own struggles to face. She only really comes when we are in the middle of a big project, or for missions. I've made sure she and our Jiro will never be within close proximity to each other, for obvious reasons. Patch agreed that when she is in our world, she is to never leave the boat unless it's for a mission or an emergency."

"Why is she missing body parts?" Joseph asked. "I...didn't want to ask while she was here, it seemed like it was a touchy subject."

"Her eye was ripped out by my dark counterpart." All three of the others winced. "She lost her jacks because she stabbed herself with a stand arrow in attempt to avenge Johnny. Patch is a Stand User." Valentine explained. "Her stand is Bury the Light, a guitar that empowers allies whenever she plays it. It is also a pretty good melee weapon."

"It's her innate desire to lift people's spirits." Gyro commented. "That's a pretty damn useful stand. I bet if our Kyoka was a Stand User, she would have it too."

"Well, yes...that's obvious." Johnny said. "Her earphone jacks are more than enough though. Anyway...what's the plan to evacuate Elysium?"

Valentine touched the map, and zoomed into the part of Japan that was Mustafu. "Who are your stealthiest allies? I know you have expanded since I've left."

"Johnny and Kyoka are our default stealth team, but...now we have Tsu." Gyro said, pulling up Tsuyu's combat data that the teachers provided them. "She's the frog one in case you're confused. Tsu can climb on walls and camouflage herself, and she's our best swimmer."

"Perfect." Valentine said, smiling. "She could be the ace up our sleeves. Her swimming ability...she could dive to the bottom of the Mustafu Dam, right?"

"Yes, Momo was actually planning to have Tsu scout out Dr. Stewart's project." Johnny replied.

"Good, Yaoyorozu and I seem to be on the same page. We have the new stealth team of three figure out what the project is, and how it relates to this flood, and we mount an attack as soon as the project is ready." Valentine said.

"You want to wait for Sunday?" Joseph asked. "Why?"

"Because, he'll be so distracted with his plan, and the attack, that he won't notice the LCA soldiers inside of Elysium." Valentine stated. "We are dealing with one of the smartest opponents we have ever faced, but he is also a man with conviction, not unlike myself. He will not stop the project to deal with us, he will see it through till the end. His obsession will be his downfall."

"Which is why we need to know what the project actually is, so we can know if that plan will work or not." Gyro said, nodding his head in agreement. "I'll let Momo know of the plan, and Tsu."

"Alright, then it's settled." Valentine said, clapping his hands together. "By the way, welcome to the LCA. Everyone here has been trained to treat you as though you are me, anyone from the Musketeers holds the same rank as Patch."

"Nyo ho!"

"Damn it...the name is gonna stick, isn't it?" Johnny said with groan.

"I like it." Joseph said.

"Cheesy old man."

"Technically I'm in my twenties now."

"No you aren't, you're still an old man to me, you always will be."

Joseph chuckled, and turned to Valentine. "Alright. I guess this is a thing now. One more question..."

"Ask away, Mr. Joestar."

"Why did she call you Fluffy?"


"DAMN!"

Polnareff shook his tiny turtle head in disbelief. "I'm sorry Yaoyorozu, really...but the Doctor's systems would take weeks to crack. He has access to almost every medical facility in the country, even Recovery Girl's office!"

"Which is why he seems to know everything, he's watching us." Momo said, her brow furrowing in thought. "An expert surgeon, a master of disguise, an inventor, and now a programmer who can code a system to defend against the Speedwagon Foundation's best hacker. Dr. Stewart...once again you've gotten the better of us."

"If I had weeks, I'd get straight to work, but we have until Sunday! This is ridiculous!" Polnareff complained. "How the hell can you stop this man?!"

"To be completely honest, Mr. Polnareff, I'm not entirely sure I can, not without..." Momo stopped talking, putting her head down.

"Not without what?"

"...ending his life...he is dedicated to his work, dedicated to Sunday. He has been working towards this for centuries. I honestly don't know how he can be reasoned with...but I don't want to kill him, I don't want to take a life, especially his. I know he's our biggest adversary at the moment...but he has also changed me, for the better. He's...a mentor of sorts...I look up to him."

"You might have to." The turtle turned around to face her. "Don't forget, not only is he planning to flood the city, he's after Midoriya. Sometimes...in the name of doing what is right, we have to put ourselves through some torment. I spent years in a wheelchair, hiding the Requiem Arrow from Diavolo, and I had to keep fighting through DIO's mansion, despite losing Avdol and Iggy. Yet...my suffering helped end both of their reigns for good."

"I suppose it isn't easy being a standless turtle, either." Momo said.

"...I want to help. More than I already do...I want to fight alongside you all in the battlefield, just like the old days." Polnareff said, pain evident in his voice. "I suffer, yes...but I do it for the benefit of others."

"You're a good man, Mr. Polnareff. Even though Dr. Stewart has gotten one over on us again...you contribute plenty to have my utmost respect." Momo said with a smile, patting the turtle affectionately.

"Aww, you're making me sheepish! On another note...it seems as though the first thing All Might did when he came back was to slap some sense into your parents. Jotaro texted me that they withdrew their request after they had a talk with him."

"...I'm not sure I want to talk to them yet, I wouldn't even know what to say." Momo replied, her gaze drifting towards the horizon. "I know they were looking out for me, but...after being gone so often, it...it feels like they're trying to control a life they don't have a part in anymore, and it hurts. I...I love them, but..."

"Yaoyorozu, what they did was not okay. Taking you out of school temporarily to help you rethink your life decisions? That's good parenting. Doing it behind your child's back, assuming that she'll just be okay with it? Yeah...not so much. The added bonus of leaving you to teach you how to be independent, and then getting pissy when you're independent, they fucked up. You have every right to be mad at them." Polnareff said. "They may love you dearly, but...they hurt you with their ignorance."

"Mr. Pol..."

"Do you feel abandoned by them? I don't want to pressure you into this...but if that is the case, it's best to let your grievances known. If you're bitter, stop defending them, and just tell me the truth."

"A shell to lean on?" Momo said, snorting. "I suppose I do. I've always thought very highly of my parents, they helped shape my core values, and they taught me that money was a luxury, not a necessity...but...I...didn't like not having them around. I didn't want to seem needy or whiny, not when they thought so highly of me and my maturity..."

"In other words, you felt forced to push any 'childish' notions aside because they were proud of how grown up you are. Okay..."

"I'm getting therapy from a turtle."

"Hey, I'm trying to help you out! Look...it's okay to feel a little selfish now and then. That sounds like something you probably should've brought to their attention. They focused on their jobs, and you isolated yourself out of fear of disappointing them. You were homeschooled too...holy shit, you were lonely as hell!"

"Kyoka was my first friend my age...she picked up on my lack of social skills quite quickly." Momo said, looking over at her best friend's desk with a smile. "If she hadn't understood me...I'd imagine I wouldn't have as many friends as I do today."

Polnareff just stared at her, and sighed. "Yaoyorozu...they may have been good parents at the beginning...but they did some damage to you. You're mature, and you're independent...but now you've become detached from them. They need to know that they are kind of responsible for this."

"I'm not ready to talk to them about it yet. You're...you're right. I guess I haven't been honest with myself." The ravenette carried the turtle over to the elevator, and began descending from the treehouse.

As soon as Momo secured the woods, she felt...off...

"Yaoyorozu..."

"I know...we're being watched. Another villain wandering onto school grounds?"

"Stand User...I can just feel it. There is a strong hatred in the air..."

Momo glanced around.

"So...we finally meet, Momo Yaoyorozu." A female voice said, and suddenly Momo found herself in a massive dining hall.

"W-what?"

"Aren't you used to lavished things such as this?" The woman's voice echoed throughout the room. "I am [Path to Isolation], a stand that will be the end of you! I thought [War: What is it Good For?] would've forced the Doctor to kill you...but that man is just too kind for his own good, and truthfully? I just want you dead."

"You're the Curator." Momo breathed out. "Listen...I know about your mother, I'm sorry that you feel that I am putting her at risk, but-"

"SHUT UP!"

"I'm not trying to murder her! Elysium is flawed, she would suffer inside of there!"

"Wow...do you honestly think I'm going to take anything you say seriously? You can pretend to be a good person all you want, I know what you really are. You're a snake pretending to be a woman. You want to take down the Doctor for glory, you expose those tits of yours because you're an attention seeker who values her image over my mother's life."

Momo felt a pang in her heart. Did I really give her that impression of me? I only want to help...

"No response? Thanks for confirming that for me."

"Wai-"

"This mansion is a maze, a labyrinth. Except instead of a minotaur, you'll find me in the middle. However, nobody I have used my stand on has ever managed to do that...at least in one piece. I fully intend to keep you in here until Sunday."

"Until Sunday...you're 'isolating' me until the Doctor completes his plan, just as the name of your stand implies. Fine...I'll play your game, but I must ask you to keep an open mind. I don't want to hurt you...or your mother despite what you think. I merely want to make this world a better place."

"Echoing the Doctor's ideals will not save you. By the way...on the dining table is the only meal you will be getting while you're in here. I know how your quirk works, so I'm limiting your access to food."

Momo eyed the granola bar on the table in bemusement. It was safe to say that her opponent was trying to starve her, possibly to death considering the nature of the confrontation.

Her Anti-Stand suit was unusable unless she had food with her, it would drain her body of lipids as fast as water goes down a drain. However...

She wouldn't make the mistake of cutting herself short, not this time. She would use her brain, her most valuable asset, to defeat this foe and escape. She owed Ulric that much.


Polnareff, on the other hand, was in an even stickier situation.

Two steampunk-esque robots were advancing on the turtle, their eyes glowing red as they both popped out blades.

One of them opened their mouth, revealing an Anti-Kyoka speaker, and the Curator's voice came out, dripping with venom. "The Doctor programmed these things to stun, not kill. I fixed that. You know...I think I'm in the mood for turtle soup."

Behind them was what looked to be a floating dollhouse, a mansion. Momo was sucked into it before Polnareff could say or do anything.

This is not good. Polnareff thought to himself. Yaoyorozu is imprisoned inside that tiny little mansion...and I can't help her! I'm still just a fucking turtle!

The robots were almost upon him now, and all he could do was move his little turtle legs backwards as fast as he could. He had sent out a distress signal to any Musketeer-affiliated people in the area, but it looked like no one was close enough to help out.

This might be it, this-

"RIBBIT!"

A tongue snatched the surprised former swordsman away from the robots just as one of them swung at him, and Tsuyu lept over their heads, cradling Polnareff in her arms.

"Asui! Thank God!"

"I came as soon as I saw the S.O.S, Mr. Polnareff." Tsuyu said. While her quirk made it hard for her to make expressions, the turtle could tell that she was happy to have gotten there in time.

"GOD FUCKING-"

"Yaoyorozu is stuck in that little mansion, but there looks to be nowhere inside!" Polnareff said, and Tsuyu croaked in confirmation.

"Trust me, you don't want to be in there." The Curator said from the speaker. "Every seven minutes that passes up here, a day passes within. Considering the lack of food, and my plan to keep her in there until Sunday, I've given her a death sentence. Fitting, for an arrogant bitch like her."

The robot took a swipe at Tsuyu, forcing her to leap back.

"I bet she eats like a princess! Always used to three course meals, never truly knowing what it's like to fight for survival. Well, before I became the Curator for the Mustafu Dam, I was a dirty orphan, my mother isn't my biological one."

Tsuyu began leaping back into the forest, the robots giving chase.

"Where are we going?! The longer we leave Yaoyorozu in there..."

"I know, but YaoMomo is stronger than that woman thinks she is." Tsuyu replied. "These things won't let us near it, so I'm heading to the treehouse to use those defenses Ochako was telling me about."

"We don't have much time...is there anybody else who can help us?" Polnareff asked.

"No...the message was only sent to me."

"Somebody blocked my S.O.S before it could go out to the whole group, damn! I'm glad it managed to get to you, or I'd be on someone's mantle."

"Come on Mr. Polnareff! We have to save YaoMomo!" Tsuyu said, and hopped into the underbrush to activate her camouflage.


One day.

That's how long Momo had been in the mansion, and already the ravenette was starting to feel the effects.

Being hungry she could deal with, the isolation...

She wanted her friends, no, she needed her friends. They were probably all looking for her, all worried sick. Perhaps they were trying to find a way into the mansion right now, or they could already be inside.

It didn't matter...not until she saw them.

"You were lonely as hell!" Polnareff's voice rang through her head, and now more than ever, she realized he was right. She was lonely, for a long time. Already, she was yearning to hear Girl's wisecracks, Kyoka's sarcasm, and Johnny's self deprecation. Izuku's muttering, Katsuki's screaming...

She missed it all. Momo had become accustomed to the sounds of her friends, and now without them there was just a cold emptiness. As she walked through the ornate hallways, her stomach grumbled.

Empty, in both body and spirit.

It didn't matter how fancy the mansion was...it was a familiar sight, yet far from comforting. Being alone inside of a mansion was nothing new to her, but nothing comforting either. Her phone wasn't working, all she needed to do was hear a voice, one familiar voice...

"Nice weather we're having."

No, not that voice.

"I cannot see the weather...you've kept me in here for a day already, can you at the very least tell me what's happening outside?"

"Well, they're just going about their daily lives. It's as if you were never missing at all. Hey, Zeppeli has another girl on his arm! Waddaya know?!"

Momo wrinkled her nose. "I figured I'd get a response like that, from someone as cruel as you. You may be in a tragic situation, but that is no excuse for what you are doing."

"What am I doing?"

"You intend to starve and isolate me until the Doctor is finished with his plan, I believe that is a method of torture."

"From my point of view, I'm putting a rich little brat in her place. You grew up in this kind of place...for me it was a box. I was cold and alone, and when my mother took me in, I felt whole again...but now she's sick and I have to run her company, manage the dam that she wanted to build, all without her. ALL. ALONE."

"...I sympathize with your past, and I cannot ever hope to understand your pain. Like you said, we come from wildly different backgrounds." Momo said, but on the inside, she knew her enemy's true nature.

She's playing victim, using her past as an excuse for hatred. She may be telling the truth...but she is the aggressor, she is no victim. Not here.

"You're really laying it on thick now, huh? Pretending to be a good person? Quit the bullshit already, come on! You're starving, you don't have your servants attending to your every need, you're alone, just as I was. Just drop the act already."

Momo simply sighed, knowing full well she couldn't stop her opponent's flawed perception of her. The Curator was willing to go as deep into delusion as possible in order to justify her actions.

All she could do was keep walking. Within a pocket, she briefly grabbed the granola bar but controlled herself. She had to save it...if she ate it now, she was doomed. She had already been in the mansion for one day...she had to escape before Sunday.

Conservation in the face of starvation.


Tsuyu abandoned her camouflage once she entered the treehouse, and set Polanreff down. "Okay, I think we lost them."

"Good, I'm not familiar with the defenses here..." Polnareff turned to see a safe near Izuku's desk. "I bet You-Know-Who is probably in there...best if we don't open it."

The amphibious teen walked over to a small panel, examining it while putting a finger on her chin. "It's near YaoMomo's spot...if anyone set up the defenses, it had to be her. Ribbit."

"Bet Uraraka wished she found that when she was dealing with Mothman...MOTHMAN!" Polnareff said. "He's still around here! What if we use him to keep the machines off of us?"

"JoJo said it was nocturnal, it's sometimes active in mornings, but I don't think we can get it to come out in the afternoon." Tsuyu responded, flicking a switch. The railing outside suddenly sparked to life, electricity traveling through it in deadly arcs.

"That works, now we have to get their attention."

"No need...you already have it."

The two robots climbed over the electric fence, covered in a rubber lining. Tsuyu got down on all fours, ready to fight. "The Doctor took your new members into account, he knew the electric one would pose a threat to his creations. Unfortunately for you, his preparedness is working to my benefit."

"You bitch!" Polnareff yelled.

"He's too soft, he isn't strong enough to get the job done." The Curator said through the robots. "Yaoyorozu has been inside Path to Isolation for twelve minutes, two minutes away from passing the 48 hour mark on the inside. No food, no water. You're running out of time. She's on the verge of tears."

Tsuyu opened her mouth and shot out her tongue, wrapping it around one of the robot's ankles and chucking it to the side, smashing it into the safe. However, the other one was on her in an instant, grabbing Tsuyu by the throat and lifting her into the air.

Luckily, it underestimated the power of her legs, and she managed to kick herself free from it's grip, sending it crashing aside. She ducked under the other one as it took swipe at her with it's blade, and she kicked it straight out the window.

"*cough* What the fuck?"

Polnareff groaned. In the struggle, Tsuyu had damaged the safe, causing the silver case containing Thriller to flip open, meaning now the Necromancer's mental doppelganger was going to be spewing out bullshit until the lid was closed.

"Hey! I'm awake! What year is it? Has Midoriya been killed yet?"

"No, he's doing quite well for himself." Polnareff responded. "I hear you made a zombie out of me."

"Oh! You're Polnareff! The French guy with a shitty love life and even shittier hair! What's happening, are those robots? Why are there robots? Don't tell me you people moved onto another big bad already? They can't be as cool as me-"

"Oh my God, SHUT UP!"

"GET HER! GET THE FROG GIRL! SCIENCE CLASS BABY, DISSECT HER!" Thriller began screaming into the fight, earning an annoyed ribbit from Tsuyu.

Unfortunately, this had the effect Thriller wanted, and a knife found it's way into Tsuyu's back.

"NO!" Polnareff screamed, and Tsuyu attempted to escape from the knife, but the robot grabbed her by the front and forced the knife deeper. Meanwhile, Polnareff, in his useless turtle state, could only watch as a teenage girl was being killed right in front of him.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE! GLORIOUS!"

Tsuyu finally managed to free herself, and fell to the floor, crawling towards the turtle in an attempt to protect him. "Mr...Polnareff..."

"Asui, run!"

"No..."

The wound in her back was deep, and bleeding profusely, and all Polnareff could do was stare. Momo was starving, Tsuyu was bleeding out, the Necromancer's phantom was just laughing at all of it, and all he could do was sit there, useless.

Then, one of the robots had turned it's hand into a gun. "It's over. You're little ragtag group isn't going to threaten the Doctor anymore. There guns were meant to trade bullets with Johnny Kujo, but I think it's better suited to kill some frogs."

It aimed it at Tsuyu's head, and she grabbed Polnareff and shielded him with her body.

Stabbed in the back...

About to be shot in the head...

Saving me, when her life is worth far more than mine. She's so young...and she's doing the exact same thing Avdol did for me.

"Necromancer."

"Huh? What do you want?"

"Help us...and I'll see to it that you spend more time out of that cage." Polnareff promised, his voice shaky.

"What the hell are you talking about? Can't you see-" The Curator was about to say, before a beam of red light froze the robots in place. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

"I'm listening..."

"Mr. Polnareff...don't...he can't be trusted. Don't do this for...me..." Tsuyu choked out.

"...you still have your youth, you have a whole life ahead of you. Me? I've been dead for a while, hanging around inside of this turtle. It doesn't have a soul you know, the turtle died in my original body. I could lend the turtle to you, and put the case inside...in exchange...I want you to put me in one of those robots."

Thriller hummed in thought. "Well, a turtle would be better than having my consciousness repressed...and I would have control over where your soul goes if I possess the turtle. The real question is...why should I keep my end of the bargain?"

"Because you'll be awake, and...for your cooperation...I could bring you a few magazines. Maybe a gaming system? Something to take your mind away from the boredom I know you must be feeling. Of course, Midoriya would still have access to your energy...please, I'm desperate."

No, this isn't going to be another Avdol! I will save you Tsuyu Asui, and Yaoyorozu! Even if I gain a body of metal instead...it would be worth it.

Thriller responded by grabbing Polnareff away from Tsuyu using a similar red tendril to the one it used to restrain the robots, and he could hear the grin in the imprisoned villain's voice. "Deal."

The tendril ripped the Frenchman's soul straight out of the turtle, and Thriller went inside. The turtle's flesh began to fall off as the demonic doppelganger cackled, and soon Polnareff's soul was being held aloft by a Necroturtle.

"Ahhhhh...to be in a body once more. Finally, I can breathe." The Necroturtle said, it's turtle skull grinning in pleasure. "Now...this would normally be the part where I betray you and leave your ghost to wander Earth..."

Polnareff's soul tightened his jaw, and Tsuyu's expressionless face gave off a sense of worry.

"...but, you promised me some entertainment if I followed through with my end of the bargain, and I don't really want to lose that. Besides, I'm a turtle now, I can't run away. Congratulations, you're the first person I haven't double-crossed."

"Only because the result benefits you." Polnareff replied.

"Well...yes. I'm a selfish bastard. Let me just hold onto you for a little bit longer...there, it should be back now. Alright Frenchy, here we go."

The Necroturtle jammed Polnareff's soul into one of the robots, the one with a scar across it's face, given to it by Tsuyu. It then unfroze the robots, and Polnareff attacked the other one without hesitation.

"What the hell?! What is this?!" The Curator screamed through the speaker.

Polnareff flexed his new mechanical hands, and responded. "The fury of a caring man. You fucked up, Curator!"

A familiar outline of a knight-like stand shimmered to life behind the Frenchman's new robotic body, and soon Silver Chariot emerged, swinging around a bent saber in an elegant manner, before pointing it at the other robot. It was now lined with gold, and while the stand was broken, it was still very much the Silver Chariot that Polnareff knew and loved.

*Author's Note: Yes, this is the OVA version of Silver Chariot. Thought I'd use it as a 2.0 of sorts.*

Thriller had restored his stand, just as it had done for DIO.

"WHAT THE HEEEEELLLLLL?!"

"EAT SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

Silver Chariot, in it's triumphant return, slashed the other robot to pieces effortlessly. Then, it grabbed Tsuyu and held her close, applying pressure to her wound.

"Thank you, for putting your life on the line for me. You truly are a hero...one that will shape the future. I'm not letting anyone else die for me...not again. Necromancer...I know damn well you only did this for purely selfish reasons, as I knew you would, but I am a man of my word. We'll need to get you a bigger cage..."

The Necroturtle sighed. "Fuck me, I don't like helping you people."

"Well...you were the reason...I was stabbed...if that makes you-"

"Don't patronize me!"


"FUCK! COME ON!" The Curator yelled, throwing her gaming controller aside. "WHAT WAS THE DEAL WITH THE EYE THING?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!"

*CRACK!*

The Curator turned to find that her door had cracks travelling up it, as if something slammed into it really hard. Feeling a bit of blood drip down her nose from the wound sustained by the damage to her stand, she suddenly had one terrifying thought.

The Doctor said that Yaoyorozu can harm stands now...she hasn't found me, has she? Even if she has, she's been wandering around for three days now, nothing to eat.

The door was bashed open, and the silhouette a gaunt Momo stood in the doorway. The only thing that the woman could see of the ravenette was her face, which had bags under the eyes and a glare that could make a bear freeze in place.

"I finally found you...three days of isolation...THREE DAYS!" Momo snarled, a sort of feral madness taking over. "I persevered though...I stayed strong. My friends, the memory of them, kept me going."

"H-how did you find me?!"

"You mentioned the legend of the Labyrinth, and the Minotaur, that was your mistake. Don't you remember how Theseus found the Minotaur?" Momo asked, holding up a ball of twine. "He used string to mark where he had already been, until the way forward was clear. I did the same, and then I heard you yelling."

"I-I..."

"At the start, I had nothing but sympathy for you. I felt sorry for your hard life...but now? I'm a little pissed off."

Momo reached into her pocket and pulled out the granola bar, causing the Curator to go pale. "No way..."

"I was saving this for you..." Momo took a bite out of the granola bar, chewing as she created a baseball bat. "Resist, and I break you. I may have not run out of stamina, but I'm all out of kindness."

The Curator was a woman of average height, average build. Her blond hair was cut short, preventing any hair pulling, but a business suit would make it difficult to move in a pinch. Luckily she had her trump card:

Playing the victim for some sympathy points, just as she always did.

"I'M SORRY!" The Curator fell to her knees, crocodile tears pouring out of her eyes as she slipped a knife from the table. While she was trying to kill Polnareff, she had been eating a three course meal, just to rub it in Momo's face. "It's just...my mother...she's all I have left, please...I won't do it again, I won't-"

"You're right, you won't. Put the knife down."

The Curator grimaced. "Can you blame me? You look like you want to kill me!"

"You starved me for three days, making my friends worry for a whole 72 hours...I'm very close to unleashing my anger on you, I am quite literally on my last nerve. You get one chance to surrender...or I will show you just how angry I am."

"W-well, actually...time w-works a b-bit different in h-here! For them it's only been about 21 minutes! They're fine, probably haven't even noticed that you're gone!"

"...you stated earlier that it was your goal to keep me here until Sunday, which is 4 days away...so by that math, you were planning to keep me in here without food for 823 in-stand days. I'd be rotting by Sunday."

*Author's Note: This math might be completely wrong. Unlike Momo, I'm a dumbass. If it is...pretend Momo said the right thing.*

"E-er..."

Momo simply raised the bat, and the Curator closed the distance, but since Momo was already aware of the knife, she used the bat to trap the other woman's arm, sliding it between the elbow and the back. With a bit of leverage, Momo broke the Curator's arm like a twig.

The Curator screamed, real tears falling down her face this time, as she switched the knife to her good hand. With the bat tossed aside, the Curator frantically stabbed at Momo, desperate. Momo caught the other woman's wrist, and spun forwards into the attack, elbowing the villainess in the throat, causing her to gag. In the same spin, Momo wrenched the knife from her opponent's grip and plunged it into the other hand, pinning it to the table.

Choking, crying, and with two out of four limbs down, the Curator could only sob, silently begging Momo for mercy as the enraged ravenette grabbed her by the back of the head...

*SLAM!*

Momo rammed the Curator's head into the table, knocking her out cold. As Path to Isolation disappeared, Momo fell to her knees, exhausted.

"I have...to thank you though." The ravenette said to the unconcious stand user. "If it weren't for your psychological torture, with the isolation and hunger...I wouldn't have been able to come to terms with how I feel. Being alone in a mansion again, after all this time...it made me have a whole new appreciation for the life I have now."

Momo struggled to her feet, looking down at the enemy who had put her through so much. "It may have been 21 minutes in real time, but for me it was three days suffering without anyone supporting me. I miss my friends..."

Momo had an epiphany, while trekking through the labyrinth of a mansion. She had so much respect for her parents, that she had always denied that they had done some serious damage to her. The extent for which she missed her friends...her family, had made her realize that she had a pretty serious flaw:

Abandonment issues.

She had denied it her whole life, always saying that her parents were the best, and while they were certainly loving, their recent breach of trust coupled with this incident had caused her to realize this truth.

It was the true reasoning behind why she got mad at Gyro, back when they were getting attacked by Hol Horse and the eyeball guy. When she first found out that there was more to the stand attacks at the school than she thought, that her friends were targets. She was both worried for their safety...and she felt like she was being left out.

Her struggle against Ulric, her feelings of incompetence compared to the other Musketeers, they all stemmed from this flaw of hers. She was independent, and ahe could certainly think on her own...

But now that she had people that she could truly care for besides her parents...Momo knew that it would ruin her if she were to lose that.

"I miss my friends...I need to see them. I need to at least hear their voices." The ravenette muttered to herself as she hobbled back to the school, leaving the bloody Curator behind. "Anybody...I just need to see anybody..."


Johnny yawned as his phone buzzed, and his lips turned upwards upon seeing Kyoka was the caller. His encounter with Patch had definitely put a few thoughts in his head, so he was just glad to hear from her.

"Hey."

"JoJo...put it on speaker, the others...Gyro, needs to hear this."

Johnny sat up in his seat. He knew that voice, that was the worried Kyoka voice. "Alright...are you okay?"

"I'm fine...kinda."

Gyro leaned over from the helicopter window to listen in, and Joseph scratched his chin. "What is it Kyoka? Did something happen?"

"...YaoMomo is a mess. The Curator...she...she tortured her, and stabbed Tsu."

"WHAT?!" Gyro stood up, his casual demeanor had changed in an instant. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?!"

"Gyro...calm down." Joseph said, putting a hand on the incensed Zeppeli's shoulder. "From the sound of things, Jiro has more explaining to do."

"She's fine Gyro...they both are. But...Momo is clinging to me and is refusing to let me leave her side...she's resting now. Polnareff...er, okay, I should start at the beginning."

Kyoka proceeded to lay out what happened in the fight, and what she learned from both Polnareff and Momo, before Momo passed out in the middle of a bear hug anyway. The whole time, Gyro was boiling with anger, cracking his knuckles in an attempt to calm himself down.

"-and now the Necromancer's double is the turtle. Ironically, Polnareff tricked the guy into giving him a better life, being a turtle might actually be worse for that bastard. Anyway...yeah, that's the gist. Momo basically spent three days in there, thinking about us...this Curator woman went too far, if I were in YaoMomo's position, I would've fucking killed her."

"I'm still thinking about it." Gyro growled. "Well, at least Momo got even for it...the Curator has been arrested?"

"Well, arrested and taken to the hospital. However...a paper airplane flew into the room as Momo fell asleep. It said that the Curator would be taken care of."

"The Doctor." Johnny surmised. "He and YaoMomo have grown to care for each other, hell, just the other day they teamed up. The Curator was already on thin ice with him...this was the straw that broke the camel's back."

"Is he gonna kill her?"

"No...the note said that he would break her spirit, so she no longer has any reason to fight. I don't know what that means...and I'm not sure I want to find out. Anyway, now that the Curator has been arrested for Human Rights violations...you know what that means..."

"No one is running the Mustafu Dam. She owned the place, inherited it from her mother. If it's still running after she's gone...it'll attract unwanted suspicion to the Doctor's activities." Joseph said. "He might have to abandon his project...or, alternatively, start it early."

"He isn't the type to simply give up, that's precisely what he's gonna do. He's gonna execute his plan before Sunday, the Curator left him with no choice." Gyro said, frowning. "Let Valentine know...so he can get the LCA ready for the Elysium Extraction."

"His plan might not even be complete...which could tip the scales in our favor." Johnny noted. "After all, the guy has a genius level intellect, his plan not being ready means he wouldn't be as prepared as he usually is."

"Hopefully YaoMomo can recover by the time the Doctor activates it, she's the person who knows the Doctor the best..." Kyoka sighed over the phone. "The final confrontation with the Doctor is coming, and since he and Momo have a bond of sorts...she might be in for the hardest fight of her life."

Johnny and Gyro shared a look. Once again, it was going to be all or nothing.

...

No, the Necroturtle isn't a Necromancer comeback. It's an expansion of [Thriller]'s fate. The Necromancer's soul was obliterated after all, the eye is a doppelganger. However, considering he has the Necromancer's memories, it's fate is quite fitting in that regard.

It went from a deadly enemy to a tool, and now to add further humiliation, a pet. He will still be an asset to the heroes, Izuku especially. Obviously with the mixed opinions on the Necromancer, he will not make too many appearances, other than cracking a few morbid jokes now and then.

Think of Salem, from Sabrina the Teenaged Witch, but more evil.

Also, more on the Curator's fate next chapter!

Credit for [Path to Isolation] goes to Euphoria!