JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Uranium Horseshoe

#003 • Bleed It Out

Thursday, June 25th, 2015
$:$$ AM

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Agh...

Fuck...

The floor feels... soft.

Where am I? What the fuck happened?

I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

H-huh?!

I'm laying on some kinda bed, and I'm in this... really long room? Why are those windows so tall? Wait, there are more beds here? Wait, what!?

Oh my God, I'm in a damn hospital ward!

...

Something's off, I can feel it... The building itself was old-fashioned, like, made of bricks and wood and shit, but there's modern technology in the building. Like, those medical machines and some flat-screened televisions. Huh, wonder if they work.

I reached to the small wooden table on my left to check if there was a remote on there or something.

"What are you doing?"

AH!

I turned to my right to see him standing beside my bed. "YOU!" I shouted, pointing my finger at his face. I'd do more, but from what I've seen out of him, he's practically invincible. I'll stay put for now.

"Oh, me?" He said with a small grin.

That bastard. I swear to fucking God, I won't let myself wake up until he's seen what I'm capable of!

"Shut the fuck up, faggot! What the fuck did you do to me?! Where am I?!" I shouted at him.

...

The man stood in silence, gripping the wand in his hand. His eyes slowly squinted into a glare.

"Your name... tell me." He said. "I only want confirmation."

"Pppfhhh, as if I'd tell YOU. You're the one who put a hole through my hear-" I looked down at my chest. The gaping hole that his wand made was gone, not a trace of it left.

"That was something you brought upon yourself, Donald Dollah."

Wha- What?!

"How the hell do you know my name?! And if you knew, why the fuck did you ask-"

"My sources were correct, it seems..." The old man turned to face the rows of giant glass windows on the opposite side of the room. "Call me.. 'Owen'."

He then sat himself down on a bed beside me. (He has bells stitched on the back of his pants... Is he like, comfortable?)

"Donald Dollah... I welcome you to the House Of The Rising Sun. To clarify, this is not a 'dream' or 'hallucination' that you are having."

What? Impossible, there's no logical explanation for like, anything here.

"Nor are you in another 'world', 'universe', 'past', or 'future'. I'd like you to consider the 'House Of The Rising Sun'... as a sort of 'pocket dimension' within my casino."

I almost burst out laughing. "You- You're the owner?" I eyed him up and down with my eyes widened. A guy with this kind of attire? You gotta be kidding. He is NOT the type of guy to like, own anything big like this, y'know. I'd appreciate more realism in my dreams from now on.

"That is correct."

...

I'm not... sure how to react to this.