AN Hello Doobie Wah here with the next chapter of The Stand User of Remnant with the Stand Killer Queen the First Bomb ever thing he touches turn's into a bomb, I have seen some of the Killer Queen and Jaune Arc fanfics and they are great it is just there is so few of them in fanfiction and I am a fan of Killer Queen the Stand and the song.
Bold Words/Yelling/「Stand Name」/Sound Effects.
Italic words/Thoughts/dreams.
Regular words/Speaking.
Italic and bold words/Jojo Referance.
I do not own Jojo's Bizarre Adventure or RWBY, they belong to Hirohiko Araki and Rooster Teeth/Monty Oum (R.I.P)
Open The Game
"My name is Jaune Arc. I'm fifteen years old, and I have seven sisters—yeah, crazy, I know. My dream was always to be a Huntsman, but my parents told me it was too dangerous even though they let my sisters train with dad. They still think I am still too weak, so they sent me to my grandparents'. I also don't know why, but I like girls; han—"
Jaune are you okay?
"-and there's my grandfather." Jaune Arc thought as he look away from the open window of his guest room to see his grandfather wearing a worried look.
"Yeah grandpa, I'm just angry," Jaune said. John Arc, his grandfather, regarded his grandson empathetically.
"It's your father, isn't it, Jaune?" John said, recalling that Jaune's parents had sent him to this place to quell his insistence on training. John was bothered by their disregard, too, particularly at his son-in-law for not training his grandson. At once, John had an idea.
"Jaune, do you know what my Semblance is?" John asked his grandson. Jaune, in turn, looked confused.
"You can lock a person in a room and they can't get out through any of the existing entrances, right?" said Jaune, "Mom said it drove her crazy when she was trying to sneak off to parties when she was young." His mom had complained whenever one of his sisters tried to sneak off, wishing that she had her father's semblance.
"Yes, but that is not the whole truth. Let me show you something I found in my huntsman days," John said as he left Jaune's room. Jaune continued to look confused as he heard stuff being moved around and crashing, and, eventually, heard his grandfather cry in pain until he came back with a golden arrowhead radiating with unimaginable power. John's face was spread into a wide grin when he came back.
"Jaune, back then I had no semblance and was a terrible huntsman," John told his grandson, "When I was walking around in the Forever Falls on a mission with my team, on that day my foot was nicked by something that jumped out of the ground. I lost consciousness and woke up with a feeling of power inside me. I saw this golden arrowhead poking out of the ground and felt its power… You can feel it too, can't you, Jaune?"
Jaune shook as he watched the arrowhead slowly draw toward him, as if the thing itself was alive. His breath caught in his throat as it seemed to shake in his grandfather's hand and drew ever closer to him.
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As Jaune's hand came within an inch of the arrow, it jumped to Jaune's palm, piercing his skin and traveling upward through one of his veins. Jaune and John were so shocked that they could each only muster a gasp as the arrow made its way upward towards Jaune's shoulder muscle. Blood began to pour from the hole in Jaune's palm as the arrow jumped out of the shoulder muscle and into the left side of Jaune's neck. Ever more blood gushed out as Jaune's body was flooded with energy of the golden arrowhead. The right side of his head was overtaken by a skull with protruding horns, and he was overcome with so much pain that he passed out right there with blood spurting out of his neck and the arrow still lodged in him.
Jaune found himself in a black void. He stood facing a light pink-colored figure. Its crown was flat, with two sharp, triangular ears resembling those of a cat. Its eyes were also cat-like, with vertical pupils in front of light-colored sclera. The figure had no nose, but below where its nose would be was a thin-lipped mouth. It wore forearm-length gloves that seemed to be made of dark leather and they were studded with gold. It seemed to wear a belt of similar material around its waist, along with some ankle-high footwear. Its thumb was bandaged, though it had no visible wounds. Four white spikes stood in a line along the top of its back. Moreover, on the back of its hand, its shoulder, on its belt, on its crotch, and on top of its feet sat a golden emblem with a skull with ears similar to the figure's head, each varying in size and with different decorations.
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Jaune gazed at the figure with curiosity, and it stared right back. The cat-like figure then raised its right arm with a closed fist, its thumb hovering over its index finger, and pressed down.
Boom
A explosion appeared behind the cat-like figure, and then time seemed to stop and rewind as the explosion reverted back into nothing behind it. A light began to form into a whirlpool and began to suck everything in behind the figure, including Jaune.
Jaune awoke to find himself wrapped in bandages, a bed underneath him and a wet cloth on his forehead. He got up to sit upright, and the wet cloth fell. Looking around the room, he saw his grandfather on the left side of the bed, sleeping in a chair.
"Probably from worrying over me," Jaune thought with a small smile on his face he got up to take a look at himself. He noticed that the bandages were on his left side: both his wrist and neck were covered. The path of the arrow would undoubtedly leave scars behind.
Jaune then kicked his feet over the left side of the bed and onto the floor. He walked to his grandfather and shook his shoulder gently. John was roused from his sleep to see his grandson awake, and felt tremendous relief.
"Jaune, you're okay! I was worried that the arrow killed you—I had no idea it would act like that," John said in a voice wrought with exhaustion.
"It's okay grandpa, I'm fine—well, mostly," Jaune told John, gesturing to his wounds.
John got up from his chair and began to lead Jaune toward the downstairs kitchen while Jaune leaned on his grandfather for support. Jaune's grandma was waiting in the kitchen.
King Crimson Time has been erased
Outside the village borders in a open field
Two weeks had passed since Jaune was pierced by the arrow.
Jaune and his grandfather were camping outside the village borders, though the notion of camping was only a cover for the real reason for the trip. Jaune and John had finished setting up camp and stood out in an open field, facing each other in full armor.
"Okay Jaune, let's find out what semblance the arrow granted you! Now, come at me with everything you got!" John yelled. He held a practice sword and shield in each hand, as did Jaune.
Aaaaahhh!
He charged! With a battle cry, John stood firm ready for Jaune's attack, his eyes fierce and sweat dripping from his forehead. A purple miasma started to form around Jaune, and with it, a dark, skeletal, horned figure. The figure's fist was clenched, ready to strike John as he raised his shield to guard.
Pow
Jaune was shocked, not at the figure, but at his grandpa flying backwards toward a tree, shaking the tree on impact Jaune dropped his sword and shield and ran toward him, the dark figure receding into Jaune as he ran towards his injured grandfather.
"Grandpa I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Jaune cried as he began to apologize to his grandpa. John laughed as he got up, though he was a little shaken up from the blow from the horned. He spied a fist-sized dent in his shield and began to think.
"If that was Jaune's semblance, he will be a great huntsman. Maybe the greatest in all of Remnant." As he was looking, he thought he heard a rustle of leaves. He glanced up to see a Beowolf sniffing the ground. Suddenly, the Beowolf seemed to catch the nearby pair's scent and, after glaring at both of them, it howled at the blue sky alerting its pack. The beast then began to run towards the grandfather and son duo, preparing to pounce them.
"Jaune, behind you!" John yelled. Jaune turned around to see the Beowolf pouncing toward him, The purple and the dark figure reappeared—this time clearer, the skeletal look replaced with cat-like features. It cocked its fist to punch the Beowolf.
Bam
The fist made contact, puncturing the Beowolf's jaw and tearing through the back of its head, killing it instantly and causing it to dissipate to nothing, Jaune looked at the cat-like figure in surprise, realizing it was the same as the one in his dream. Jaune heard more rustling from where the Beowolf had been and watched the rest of its pack emerge. There were four Beowolfs and an alpha; they saw their dead pack member and mobbed toward Jaune and the injured John.
Growl
Jaune's eyes shrank into his head as the pack advanced. He wanted to run but couldn't because of his injured grandpa, so he concentrated on the figure as it got into a boxer's stance. Instead of closed fists, its hands were in the shape of claws.
Growl Bark
The closest Beowolf pounced the duo, but the figure didn't let it land: instead, with great speed, the cat-like being opened its left hand and slapped the Beowolf, sending it flying towards a group of trees. The alpha gawked as one of its pack members had been sent flying seemingly by nothing. It seemed to express its concerns to the remaining Beowolves, who cautiously surrounded the human pair.
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Jaune then concentrated on the figure as it returned to its boxing stance, this time with its fists closed. The figure followed Jaune's mental orders, closing its right fist and pressing its right thumb onto its index finger. The dissipating Beowolf corpse began to bloat up.
Boom
The Beowolf corpse exploded, making Jaune and John flinch, and causing all three Beowolves to pounce them, the figure then let loose a barrage of punches at the three Beowolves.
Pow Bam Bang
The three Beowolves were blown back by the unseen punches, leaving a series of puncture wounds. Jaune stopped concentrating and smiled.
"Grandpa did you see that! Grandpa?" Jaune asked. He stopped smiling as he noticed his unmoving grandfather. Jaune got closer and saw that he had stopped breathing
"Grandpa? Are you okay? The Beowolves are gone. I defeated them… you can get up now." Jaune started to shake John more until Jaune saw his eyes, the light gone from them. Tears began to form in Jaune's eyes as he realized that his grandfather was dead.
"Gaaaaahhhhh!" Jaune screamed into the sky. Something that was so very precious to him was taken away from him forever.
Arc Cemetery—two weeks had passed since John Arc died
Jaune was facing a tombstone with the words 'John Arc: Loving husband and father 20XX - 20XX
It had been two whole weeks since John had passed away. The village patrol had found Jaune and his dead grandfather surrounded by dissipating Grimm corpses and assumed that John had passed away protecting his grandson. Jaune couldn't bring himself to tell them that he had been responsible for his grandfather's death, and the guilt was eating away at him. Jaune set a bouquet of roses and carnations down on the gravestone.
Jaune began walking back to the Arc mansion, ignoring his mother, Jill, who was trying to get his attention, as well as his sisters. When he reached his room, he dug an old polaroid camera out of his cupboard. The camera had been willed to Jaune by his grandfather, as well as the arrowhead that had been the source of all this hardship. At first, Jaune had wanted to simply throw the arrow away, but he thought better of it for the sake of his grandfather. Jaune set the polaroid down by his nightstand and pulled out the arrowhead, giving it a searing glare. He prepared to stand again.
Flash
The polaroid then produced a photograph. The picture hovered toward Jaune. Startled, he got up from his bed and bent down to pick it up: the picture was of Jaune in his room, but more importantly, it showed his dead grandpa sitting right beside him, looking forlorn.
Jaune was sweating a considerable amount as he quickly looked away from the photo and over his shoulder and saw… nothing.
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Jaune snapped back to the photo only now to see that John had moved and was now in front of him in the photo, looking at Jaune. What happened next shocked him even more.
"Jaune!" John yelled.
All this was too much for Jaune, who proceeded to pass out, falling back onto his bed.
Thump
"Was it something I said?" John wondered.
King Crimson Time has been erased
Three hours had passed since Jaune fainted.
Jaune opened his eyes to see the ceiling of his bedroom. He got up, wiping his eyes with his arm.
"Man, what a weird dream," he thought, "I thought I saw Grandpa in a photo and it spoke to m-oh no." Jaune stopped when he saw the photo on the nightstand. He quickly picked it up and saw his grandfather looking around the room in the picture and resumed thinking.
"I don't know what to do in this situation. What do I… should I say hello or tear this picture in two?" As Jaune was mulling over what to do, John noticed his grandson looking at him. John ran toward Jaune within the photo, and, like a 3D image, reached out towards Jaune's hand and touched it.
"Don't you go passing out on me again Jaune!" he shouted, "And listen, I seem to be bound to the polaroid camera and can only come out in photos. I don't know how or why, and I have to admit, I share your disconcertedness, but I think it's my semblance keeping me alive." Jaune considered the information at hand carefully.
"If this happened because of my semblance then I don't think…" Jaune thought as he made his final decision. "Grandpa, I don't think I want to be a huntsman anymore." John was about to protest, but his grandson stopped him: "I mean, if my semblance killed you and I had no control over it, then what would happen if I lose control again?"
John smiled, seeing the goodness of his grandson's heart.
"Okay Jaune, then what kind of life to you want to live?"
Like a sudden flash of lightning, an answer appeared clearly amid the muddled darkness of Jaune's mind: "I want to live a quiet life."
King crimson Time has been erased
"Three years have passed since that day. I, Jaune Arc, wanted to live a quiet life. I now live in an apartment in Vale. I wanted to get away from my family, fearing I might harm them with my Semblance. I have since renamed it from semblance to Stand, because my Stand is standing behind me at all times. I have named my Stand「Killer Queen」 after a song I heard on the radio once. Later, I looked up the song and found out the name and saw the similarities in the song and my Stand. I now work at From Dust Till Dawn, stacking and restocking dust and magazines. The old shopkeeper is a great boss and I wouldn't have it any other way." Jaune opened a box with stacked newspapers and picked them up, carrying them to the magazine section.
Outside, a group of men neared stalked menacingly toward the shop.
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To be continued
Retired
Phew, now that was a tough chapter, and already on the second chapter. Sorry if I took too long. There will be no schedule on how long the chapters will take, but I tried to work on it every day. If you see that Jaune isn't all there it is because this is a mashup of personality of both Kira Yoshikage and Jaune's strategist mind with a hint of the original Jaune anyways on to the stand stats.
「Killer Queen」 (Reference to Queen song) User: Jaune Arc
Close-range Stand Range-Irrelevant Stand Natural-Humanoid Stand
Destructive Power: A
Speed: B
Range: D
Persistance: B
Precision: B
Development potential: A
Personality:
Killer Queen does not have a personality—it is a semi-automatic Stand
Ability:
Primary Bomb (Bomb Transmutation)
Killer Queen can turn anything into a bomb simply by touching it with the tip of its finger.
Now if you see that Killer Queen ability shown is short it is because I will only show what that ability shown in the next chapter, though, I can't decide on three Stands I chose. I will make a poll for you to decide. Anyway, that is it, and if you find grammar mistakes and all that jazz, I am sorry it is because my beta reader quit, and now I am looking for a new one. That is all, and if you notice changes, it is because I am making edits to stuff that needs editing. I got too excited on finishing this chapter.