The state of Connecticut. It is a place known for a variety of cultures all gathered at one point, at the United States of America's Southern Continental Border with the Atlantic Ocean. As one of the original 13 states at the founding of The United States of America, it was introduced to a vast majority of cultures.

From Italian, Puerto Rican, Portuguese, Jamaican, Indian, Polish, and Chinese cultures, to many, many more, Connecticut is often referred to as a melting pot within the US. As such, one would expect to find a lot of variety within Connecticut—and smudged right in between Waterbury, Naugatuck, and Oakville, there was a small just out-of-the-way town that hardly anyone ever paid attention to.

But, in the summer of 2018, all of that would change.

The small rural town of Gravesfield Connecticut would experience something some might call bizarre. It would give rise to great controversy, a questioning of the wider world around the United States, and more importantly, it would put a spotlight on once thought impossible revelation that humanity was not alone. Not even on their own Planet.

But before any of that, some context.

Gravesfield Connecticut was founded not too long after the famous—some might say infamous—Steel Ball Run in 1890. A man by the name of Jonathon "Johnny" Joestar was its founder and lived there until 1894 when he ran away with his wife to Japan. The original idea behind Gravesfield was a simple resting place for the young horse jockey to rest his feet.

But, given that he had a large following of people who saw him as a celebrity, and having miraculously been given the ability to walk again as if rewarded by Christ himself, Johnny decided that, with a small portion of his riches from the race, he would construct a town. Thus, Gravesfield was born.

As for why it was named Gravesfield, it was named that due to in no small part to the fact, at this point in The Steel Ball Run, a large portion of the racers lost their lives here. So, in honour of them, Johnny named the town after them.

When the town was officially recognized by the United States government, the Mayor at the time, Kennedy Wittebane had this to say about Johnny, who by that point had already run off to Japan with his wife:

"A young, courageous man, who with generosity and passion in his soul, gave upon to us the town that which we now live in. For in his honour, I shall erect a statue of his likeness within the town square! If he were here now, he would surely be honoured!"

To this day, that statue sits in the town square, and it is regularly maintained by a small group of people who want to keep the town's original memory alive. After all, if someone or someplace were to entirely forget their roots, even in the smallest of ways, then it would lead to the degradation and collapse of that place.

Within the town of Gravesfield, there was a museum dedicated to The Steel Ball Run, as one of its major events took place in this area. It was also the only place that had the most collected memorabilia of the event, aside from New York, of course.

From odd artifacts to statues to letters written by the, at the time, sitting President of The United States to the mayor of the former township turned recognized town discussing the ratification of town and its addition to maps of The United States following the creation of its constitution.

The final major landmark that most people knew of, or were aware of at the very least, a little ways away from Gravesfield, was a lake that was named after one of the Presidents, Funny Valentine, known as Valentine Lake. It's said to be cursed, but that doesn't stop people from going to it during the summer.

And nestled within Gravesfield, toward the furthest ends of the town, sat a small quaint home. It was a humble little abode, with white walls, a gray roof, and six windows at the front of the house. Its driveway was empty, save for a few chalk drawings that had faded into the asphalt over time, essentially becoming one with it, and behind the house was a dense, compact forest.

If one were to step into the home, one would be met with an equally as humble setup. On the right side of the house, there was a living room which consisted of a TV, a sofa, and a bunch of Latino-styled decorations; primarily folk art and woollen textiles draped across the couch and coffee table.

Toward the back of the house was a kitchen, which consisted of a fridge adorned with several magnets which held up drawings, an oven with a stove on it, and multiple wooden wall cabinets. There is a kitchen island in the center, with a bread machine, and above it is a rack to hold pots and pans. It also served as a place to hold utensils, and there was a sink embedded into the kitchen island, with a house plant next to the island to give the house a more lively feel to it.

Finally, to complete the first floor, across the house there was a small half bathroom that had a toilet, a sink, and a standing shower within. It was the only bathroom within the house, so it was required to have a shower, seeing as there were no bathhouses within Gravesfield.

On the second floor of the house, there were two bedrooms. One belonged to the matriarch of the home, but that one wasn't important. What was important, however, was the room with the door that was wide open.

Upon first walking into the room, off to the immediate left, one would be greeted by a large mirror door closet. There was a bunk bed in the corner of the bedroom, littered with stuffed toys, and in front of the bunk bed was a desk, a laptop, and multiple books sitting atop it—mostly fictional fantasy novels, chief among them being The Good Witch Azura.

To the right of the bunk bed is a bookshelf, with a tinfoil swan, multiple action figures from various series including one she got on her birthday from her cousin in Hawaii of Pink Dark Boy, and a picture of a young tan-skinned girl next to an olive-skinned man with a thick black beard and an older tan-skinned woman. Lastly, there was a ceiling fan with a lamp that sat dead center in the middle of the room's ceiling.

Laying on the top bunk of the bed belly first, dressed in a casual purple T-shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts and white socks, was an older version of the young girl in the photo. The back of her left shoulder was exposed, revealing what many mistook for a tattoo of a purple star, which in reality was a birthmark passed down from her mother.

Her hair was a slightly outgrown pixie cut, and she had golden-brown eyes. She was rather thin-looking, but not to a concerning degree. Around her left wrist was a necklace made out of rainbow beads, and she was holding a cell phone up to her left ear, and she was in the middle of a conversation.

"…I'm telling you, I think you'd look good in a white dress. It compliments those flowers you like to wear in your hair!" The girl said, turning around to lay on her back, staring at her ceiling. The person on the phone said something, to which the girl giggled. "Oh, please, no one's gonna make fun of you. Don't listen to those jerks at school! Be who you want to be, and don't let anyone stop you. Even if it is against the norm."

A yawn followed suit, as the girl looked out the window, and into the forest behind her home. She watched as a couple of birds flew past the window, a small smile taking up her visage as she spoke. "I know, I know. But, hey, look. Listen. If you ever need affirmation on something, you can always ask your mom or even call me. Heck, Jodio doesn't think you're weird, right?" The person on the phone talked some more, the girl's smile widening. "See! There ya go, Dragona, then that's all you need to have in your corner. You don't need a bunch of strangers' approval. Take it from me, I know what I'm talking about."

Sitting up slightly in her bed, the girl sighed. "Alright. I know it's like, what, 6:00 am for you right now, and you gotta get to school for your last day, so I'll chat with ya later, 'kay? Summer break just started for me, so I'm chillin' like a villain," a small chuckle followed that, as she outstretched her hands to look at her dark purple painted nails. "Also, before you go, thanks for the nail polish recommendation. I usually don't like this stuff, but it actually looks kinda good on me. Alright. Bye for now! Love ya, Cuz!"

With that, the girl hung up her phone, and fully sat upright. She looked out toward the woods, her smile turning to a neutral gaze. There was something about those woods… the girl didn't know what, but ever since she was a little girl—around the age of six—she felt drawn to those woods.

She didn't know why, but in the back of her mind, something was telling her to go out there. To go and see what was in store for her in those woods. Whatever she might find there, she didn't know. But considering the type of person she was? It didn't really matter. Anything to get her mind running wild was all that mattered.

"Luz!" A voice called up from the first floor of the house, prompting the girl to perk up and look at her doorway. "Come downstairs, por favor!"

"Coming, Mama!" Without a second of hesitation, Luz climbed down from the top of her bunk bed and made her way downstairs. She was a little confused, but knowing her mom, it was probably important. Considering recent events, it more than likely was about something specific.

Making her way downstairs, Luz looked around the first floor and saw her mother sitting on the couch. Walking over, she stood just at the entrance of the living room, spotting what her mother was watching on TV. It was a video-tapped episode of Cosmic Frontier, one of her favourite shows. Specifically, it was a re-run of one of the first seasons. The same one that Luz's father showed her mom that got her into the show.

"Watching reruns again, Mama?" Luz asked, tilting her head slightly, her hands held behind her back as her mother jolted slightly. She was clearly deep into her show, having not expected her to come down as quickly as she did. Her mother turned to face her, she had a small smile on her face.

Camila Noceda, Luz's mother, similarly to Luz, was of Dominican-American descent, although, due to her mother's lineage, there was also a little bit of Japanese in there, but not so much that it changed anything appearance-wise—just a fun fact that Luz and Camila could throw in there to earn a "huh" or a "whoa" from friends.

Camila, again much like Luz, had tan skin, and she was a little on her bulkier side. She had brown eyes, and matching brown hair—unlike Luz, who had a slight purplish tint to hers due to having dying purple streaks in her hair a couple of years back that never seemed to fade out. Camila's hair was around ear length at the sides, and she kept it up in a bun at the back of her head, just so it stayed out of the way.

Currently, she was dressed in a light blue turtle-neck sweater with a horseshoe motif on the upper left side of the sweater. It was an old sweater that used to belong to both their distant relative and founder of Gravesfield, Jonathon Joestar, that had been passed down from generation to generation within the main line of the family until it was left in America, where Camila's side of the family eventually took it.

Alongside the sweater, Camila wore a pair of casual red pants and black slipper socks, followed by a pair of thick red-framed glasses with black curved arms that rested on the tops of her ears, along with two black button piercings in her ears.

"I didn't expect you to come down so quickly, mija," Camila said as Luz smiled, rocking back and forth.

"Well, I had nothing better to do. Oh! I just got off the phone with Cousin Dragona and Jojo!" Luz said as Camila blinked, shocked.

"Oh? And how are they? And I thought Jojo's brother's name was Dragon?"

"Nah, she goes by Dragona now, and they're doing good," Luz corrected as Camila nodded, shrugging.

"Huh, the more you know," Camila quipped, before sitting up straight. "Anyway, I was wondering if you could quickly hop over to the convenience store and get some milk. I'd go by my back is killing me. It's why I'm not at work today." As Camila said that, Luz sighed dramatically, earning a snicker from Camila. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad and you know it."

"Yeah I know, but you also know I hate milk…" Luz grumbled as Camila scoffed.

"Yet you eat my homemade ice cream all the time. I suppose I shouldn't make it anymore," Camila replied, prompting Luz to gasp in faux offence.

"How dare you! That's so rude!"

"Then go to the convenience store and get me some low-fat milk," Camila said, taking out her wallet from her pocket and passing it over to Luz. "And, if you really want to, you get yourself something too—but nothing over $7, mija."

"But all the good stuff is over $7!" Luz pouted as Camila shrugged, turning back to face the TV.

"Then don't get anything, I guess. Oh, and don't take too long, it's supposed to be raining pretty badly in an hour or so. I know you like the rain but I don't want you to get all soaking wet. You can do that after you get the milk," Camila said, dismissing Luz, who sighed, shoving her mom's wallet into her shorts pocket, and heading toward the door.

Slipping on a pair of sneakers, Luz stepped outside and was greeted with the crisp summer air. The bright early afternoon sun shone down on the quiet town of Gravesfield, and all Luz could do was smile. Without further delay, Luz began her trek to the store.

If it hadn't been obvious by now, Luz Noceda, or as her name on her birth certificate would suggest, Luz Noceda-Joestar, was the late descendant of Jonathon "Johnny" Joestar, Gravesfields founder. It was part of the reason why Camila ultimately decided to move to Gravesfield with Manny, among other things.

Camila's half-sister—same mother different father—Barbara-Ann Joestar had moved out to Hawaii a couple of years ago; around the same time that Camila moved to Gravesfield. Both were for reasons regarding their husbands, and both of those husbands had wound up either leaving or, in Camila's case, dying.

Manny died when Luz was young—six years old, to be exact. The main reason why they chose to move to Gravesfield was because of Manny. Manny had acute Heart Disease, which caused problems for him health-wise. He had it since birth, and he wasn't supposed to live past 20. Yet, he did, and lived to the ripe age of 32, just long enough to see Luz turn six.

On his deathbed, he gave Luz a gift. The first book of The Good Witch Azura. It was what inspired Luz to be the person she was today—an upbeat, happy-go-lucky, cheerfully optimistic, good-natured teen who always looked out for others.

The last words that Manny ever said to Luz were ones that she cherished. It was a final lesson given to her by her father before he died, and one that she held closely to her. One that she would remember forever.

"Don't be sad, everything will be alright. Sometimes, you'll have sad moments. Sometimes, you'll have happy moments. But never forget to cherish them equally. They'll shape you into being a better person. Be the guiding light in other people's times of darkness, Luz… Never let that bright smile of yours dim… For your old man…. I love you…."

She promised her father that she would live up to that, and she was the type of person to never let her promises go incomplete. That was why she tried to be the best that she could be, even if people laughed at her for her goofy antics. Even if she was seen as a weirdo.

But that was fine.

Luz didn't have to change for anyone. Even if her school saw her as a liability due to her strangeness, her mother didn't think so. Even after they suggested that she go to a summer camp to fix herself, her mother stared them in the eyes and told them to stop telling her how to raise her child.

Luz had never been more proud of her mom in that moment than right then, and if the principal didn't like it, then he'd just have to sit there and cope and seethe about it. If Luz ever had any dwindling faith in her mom, it was scrubbed away with that, and any lack of respect was dashed away with it as well.

Crossing the street to make it to the convince store, Luz passed by a gaggle of teens sitting in an alleyway, smoking something, and it caused Luz to shrivel her nose in disgust. She stopped, briefly, and stood next to the entrance of the alleyway, but made sure to stand out of view. Pulling out her phone, she pretended to text someone to not alert suspicion.

If there was one thing that Luz hated, it was smoking. It didn't matter who did it, it always put her off. Narrowing her eyes, a distinct glint appeared within, as she leaned over to look at the gaggle of teens. They all looked to be about her age, and they were standing around talking about something.

Curiosity got the best of her, and she decided to eavesdrop.

"Didja hear, another girl went missing today!" One of the teens asked one that looked stick-thin with horrible facial acne.

"Yeah! It's the fifth one this month! It's got the police worried that a serial killer is wandering about," another one of the teens said—an overweight one wearing full leather with slicked-back black hair.

"Nah, ain't no way. Gravesfield ain't had one of those since the '60s! 'Sides, if there was, then they'd at least find some bodies, right? It's probably just a buncha runaways," the third and last teen said, and compared to the other two, they looked a little bit on the normal side.

Luz stepped away from the alleyway entrance and frowned. That was… concerning. Though she was intrigued. Maybe she'd look into it when she got home. Unless, of course, she'd forget. That happened sometimes, what with being the scatterbrain that she was.

Walking just a little bit further and into the corner store, when she walked inside, Luz made a beeline to the refrigeration section, grabbed a jug of low-fat milk, and then turned back around and walked over to the candy section and grabbed a bag of mini-eggs, before making her way to the counter.

As soon as she did, the store clerk wordlessly scanned and put everything in a bag for her. Once they were done, they turned the card scanner toward her and muttered, "That'll be $12.99." It almost made Luz want to gag at how expensive that was, but there wasn't much that she could do about it.

Grabbing her Mom's wallet out of her pocket, she took her debit card out and tapped it on the card scanner. The transaction went through, and she took her bag, thanked the clerk, and was about to walk out when she bumped into someone. It caused her to fall forward, and drop the bag in her hand. Thankfully, nothing was damaged, and the jug didn't break open, but that didn't stop it from hurting.

"Watch where you're going, dweeb," a curt voice cut through the air like a knife to butter as Luz slowly got up, stopping just about half way as she turned to look at who said that and found herself nearly gasping. The person who spoke to her was a green and brown-haired girl her age with a pale complexion and a thin figure. Golden yellow, narrowed eyes stared into her soul.

She was dressed in a designer gray leather vest, a dark purple and black striped shirt, and dark blue pants. Two golden earrings sat perfectly on her ears, and she had her hair done up in a messy bun. The scowl on her face made it clear that she wasn't exactly happy to see Luz, and with how she had a hand on her hip, and how the scowl seemed to deepen every second, it more than likely wouldn't have mattered if Luz apologized or not.

"O-Oh, my bad, Amity…"

"Stuff it, nerd. You almost ruined my pants. You could've spilt that milk all over me. These were expensive, you know?" Amity Blight ground out, clear agitation in her voice as Luz chuckled nervously.

"I said I was sorry…" Luz muttered as Amity rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," Amity spat, and that was when a gleam appeared in her eyes. "I know. Instead of apologizing to me with words, you can do a few things for me. Tomorrow at 2:30, meet me by the front of the school, or I can show up at your place, it doesn't really matter to me. Then, you and I can work out what your apology will be," Amity said, a condescending tone to her voice as she smirked. "See you then," before turning back around and heading deeper into the store.

Luz frowned, and once she got to her feet and dusted herself off, she walked out of the store. However, before she left, she hung around for a little bit. She waited until Amity walked out of the store, and as she did, Luz smirked. Why? Because Amity just so happened to be holding a can of pop—Coca-Cola, to be exact.

Glancing over at the fading Amity, Luz whispered something under her breath. "Stuff Is Way… Make the can burst."

A deep violet aura burst around Luz, looking over her shoulder as she made sure to keep an eye on both Amity and the can as she stopped at the crosswalk. Outside of Amity's view, something appeared on the left side of the can.

A small, humanoid robotic figure floated next to the can. It was around the size of a pinky finger, and its body was divided into two colours. The top half of its body was a deep purple, whereas the bottom half was a bright white. Its eyes were large and brown and almost looked like they belonged to an insect. Its elbows, waist, and knees, were connected by metallic tubes, and it had tiny blue horns on the top of its head, with various spirals etched into its upper and lower torso.

[Chu-mimi!] The tiny stand chirped, before placing a hand on the can. The moment it did, the top of the can began to bulge, confusing Amity, who recoiled slightly in confusion.

"Wha—" Before Amity could finish what she was trying to say, a large stream of freezing cold Coca-Cola burst into her face, just as Stuff Is Way vanished into thin air, returning to Luz as the deep violet aura died down.

She could hear Amity scream in anger—not that she would've known what happened. Instead, out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Amity stormed back into the convince store and more than likely began to chew out the store clerk. In hindsight, she felt bad for that guy. But at the same time, getting payback on a jerk like Amity was refreshing.

"You wanna try and boss me around? Well look where that gets ya, jerk," Luz muttered, walking home without so much as an issue on her mind. When she got home, she was going to enjoy her mini-eggs, and hopefully get to enjoy some refreshing homemade Ice Cream.

Today was a good day.

[-To Be Continued-]

[-Ending Song: Cloud 9-]

So… a new story with The Owl House, huh? That's, what, three now, not including my Fnaf one that's kinda existing in a nebulous space between being cancelled and not? Yeah, that sounds about right.

Anyway, this is a Jojo crossover. If any of you Owl House fans don't know anything about Jojo's, then oh boy. Expect a lot of Body Horror.

Also, if it wasn't obvious this is a "No Boiling Isles AU" because if I didn't, then things would get too confusing. I know the whole draw to The Owl House is The Boiling Isles, but trust me, it'll work. Your favourite characters, at least, the main cast anyway, will show up. They're just human, and all of them are Stand Users.

Also, for Jojo fans, this takes place in The Steel Ball Run universe and not a hodge-podge of both universes. So don't expect references to characters like Jotaro or Part 4 Josuke. I mean, it should be obvious given the beginning of the story, but ya never know.

Anyway, that should be all from me for now. Have a good day/afternoon/evening.