After-Hours | JJBA Night At The Museum AU (xreader)

1| Monitors

It began the usual way, in the bathroom of an aging museum.

They would fix their hat and brush off their uniform in the dusty mirror, always forgetting to tuck in their shirt until they're halfway out the door again. At the chime of their little watch, they knew they had ten minutes to get to the security office, or they're screwed.

That would be (Y/n)s little routine they've adopted since their time working at the museum has begun. Get dressed, fix anything out of order, and run like a mad man to your office.

Teasing fate, testing your limits, toying with chance, you can't do that in this museum. you can't sneak into your office a little later than usual, you can't wander around and peek at the little exhibits like guests do.

If you do, you're dead. Simple as that.

Knowing this, and knowing it well, (Y/n) quickly checked themselves over once more before tumbling out of the bathroom and racing down the halls, sparing a glance at their watch to see that they had a mere eight minutes left of time.

That should be enough to get them to their post-- that is, if the statues dont wake up early.

It was a shame that (Y/n) wasn't allowed to lock up all of the exhibits with chains, deadbolt the doors with iron bars, so that not even a skilled escape artist could find a way out; Otherwise their problem would be solved.

Unfortunately, the museums director, Will A. Zeppeli he goes by, says that even doing so much as locking any of the doors in the establishment aside from their office's is off limits.

The sound of a glass-like object thudding against carpet nearby sparked fear into (Y/n)s body, their legs shooting forward at an even greater speed than before and launching themselves into their office; Fumbling to lock the door behind them with shaky hands.

Mere moments after they managed to bolt the door shut, something hard slammed into the metal entrance and knocked the nightguard back by surprise, feet scuffling backwards quickly and pushing themselves against the wall.

Another hit against the door pulled a yelp from their mouth, hand quickly coming to clasp their face shut to prevent anymore noises from alerting the thing outside.

"That was close.." (Y/n) breathed, struggling to stand. "Too close..."

Like every other night, they crawled over to their little office chair and pulled themselves onto the seat with a defeated sigh, body racking with frightful tremors as they turned on all the monitors hooked up in their office.

There it was, caught on monitor 12-- Right outside (Y/n)s door.

An obsidian body, glistening in the dim light of moon that shone down the halls through the grand window at reception, was attacking the door to the nightguards security office. And it did so a few more times, punching and kicking like a child throwing a tantrum, before sulking off at its failure.

(Y/n) let out a deep, relieved sigh as they watched the strange being saunter away, and into the sights of camera 5, the one stationed in the main entrance to the museum.

It was recognized as the statue in the Egyptian exhibit, its name being simply Jotaro, and nothing more.

Jotaro was prone to target the nightguard the moment he wakes from slumber, which would be the very moment night arrives; and when he does rise from his little spot in the sand and gold themed gallery, he makes an immediate b-line to the security office in attempt to capture and get rid of (Y/n).

"you were a bit early today, Jotaro." the nightguard laughed to themselves, as if it would ease their worry. "Now, where's your brother gone off to..."

They leaned closer to the monitors, studying each detail and little movement the lens captured in its deaf-tone colors.

Joseph, the "fool" of the bunch, was actually scarily intelligent-- Hence why he would be immediately sought after the cameras come to life.

Much like Jotaro, he seems adamant on killing (Y/n) as well, but instead finds pleasure in just toying with them and keep them guessing to when he'll actually pop up.

Somehow, some way, he's learned a few ways to hide on camera; Whether it be by inching along a wall, or crawling on the floor, he'll do anything just to pop in front of a camera and listen to their screams echo down the hall.

Because of this, (Y/n) began to fret, finding that he was nowhere to be found on cameras like usual. They saw the stone statue, Jonathan, playing with the gems dangling from a chandelier, the obsidian statue, Jotaro, talking endlessly to him about something, and... hmm, that's strange...

The marble statue, normally poised on the peculiar plaster fountain in the back of the main entrance, was missing.

'this surely can't be good....'

and it wasn't. they hadn't taken the time to learn all of the statues names, just those they had seen wandering around on their cameras, and those that bothered them.

yes, the marble statue was gone, which definitely meant more trouble for--

"SHIT!" Joseph popped in front of one of the cameras, baring his teeth like a starved animal before breaking into laughter upon hearing (Y/n)s scream.

He held nothing but a shit-eating grin on his rusty steel face, chuckling to himself as he slowly pulled away and sauntered into plain sight, satisfied with his jest. 

"My god, one of these days im going to have a heart-attack." They coughed, relaxing their body a bit before scooting back up to their desk-- Seeing as how they pushed themselves away from it in fear and flew across the room.

Breathing heavily, the nightguard dipped their head back into the head-rest of the chair, slouching down the cushion lazily in a limp fashion. The walls surrounding them, and probably the only things keeping them safe, were solid concrete, no sort of paint or poster to brighten up the dull place.

The room itself reeked of what could've been bleach, or some other sort of cleaning product that stung (Y/n)s nose, giving off a clean aroma that would make anyone light-headed after a while.

Different, large screens alike showed several parts of the museum in a boring grey-scale, static intercepting the images every now and again and leaving the video fuzzy. Said monitors were balanced on top of a rotting oak desk, decorated with half-filled sheets of doodles and random pens.

After taking a moment to collect themselves, (Y/n) resumed to flipping through the cameras, body on high-alert and braced for any more surprises...

Which, unsurprisingly, came pretty soon.... Right to the vents in their office.

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"I don't recognize you. You're new."