Paitten's reincarnation Adventures In panty and stocking

maybe it's fate

Like my other fics this is hard work and focus to make something people can enjoy reading and hopefully this isn't too short and that it inspire other to make something to.

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So They looked at me.

And I looked at them.

And they looked at me.

And l looked at them.

And they say….nothing not a thing. I think I spent an hour looking for any kind response' other than blinking, but nothing.

From what I know from Jojo, stands are supposed to be the manifestation of a person's soul and that most follow the user's will. But there have been cases where a stand has acted on the user's without the input, like acting to protect them or some being fully autonomous and sometimes not needing a user to be alive.

Honestly with how stands can literally come in any shape, size or form, I'm glad that there's at least some kind of classification to them.

Remembering that my stand basically pulverized each thug with one punch on three of them and snapping the other one's arm like a plastic doll, it might be a low to mid tier power type. Also since it fixed my mom up, it has some kinda healing ability too. All together it could have something like crazy diamonds restoration ability but different since I still have the scars, and that stand was able to restore anything short of death.

So it could be like a combat medic class if you think about it. Able to heal just as well as it fights, which I honestly would have preferred since those types will be more useful in the long run of things. "F----k me, now I'm going to have to deal with other stand user's to aren't I." I thought in dread.

Said thoughts made me remember another passive ability of stand owners that can attract other user's without them even knowing or wanting it to happen. "And I really didn't want to deal with enemy stands….hehe. On top of being in the panty and stocking universe." I thought, started to feel a little scared remembering curtain events from jojo.

Thoughts of Angelo, the tower of grey, a literal gang of stand user's and the possibility of other genuinely evil and horrible people that could be just as murder happy. As if that wasn't enough a worse thought came to my mind. 'What if….what if they went after my family? What if they went after any possible new friends I make?' People like Angelo would love nothing more than to see anyone happier than them suffer.

"Great. Just. Fan. F--king. Great. First I died in to a truck, then I'm reincarnated to a crack anime by a bimbo of a goddess in denial, then I almost get run over again trying to save some dick who then stabs me in return, then I almost lose my new mother, then get beaten, stabbed and shoot, and now me and the people I care about will most likely be dragged into horrible problems and are going to most likely be attacked by others stands with who knows what abilities to try kill us." This caused me to crawl into myself as small tears started to form.

"My old life was s--tty with a dead mom and abusive father. now my possible new friends and family are in future danger because of me." I thought, my feelings getting worse. 'Heh hehe, am I just destined to be hurt. To just suffer continuously. now I'm bringing people that I have the chance to care about to be hurt to huh.' I thought, letting the darker parts of my mind that I've fought back in my old life, now using my new found feeling to claw their way out.

"Maybe I should have stayed-ah." Before I could finish my sentence, 6 pairs of arms wrap around me in a tight hug.

Look up to see my stand. Using all her arms to give me the most comforting hug a manifestation of one's will could give. But what really caught me by surprise is that they had their own tears coming off them. Seeing them like that made that dark part of my mind go back into its hole like it was scared of the presents of my stand. I then remembered how I got my stand and how I am now beacon to danger.