When you told your mother that you had detention, she did indeed have a cow. It was the expected reaction, but still pretty embarrassing. You hadn't been scolded by your her in years, her stern voice reminded you of when you would get into trouble as a kid. After Senora Jones warned you to not be late again you retreated to your room upstairs from the bakery.
You didn't think to lock the door before jumping into what you had been wanting to all day. With bated breath you called upon your so called 'stand'. It took you a few tries, since you had only manifested parts of it before. Eventually you were face to face with a humanoid figure.
It was the exact same height as you, and mirrored any movement you made. Its 'skin' was a shiny metallic yellowish gold that reflected the late afternoon sunlight streaming in from a nearby window. The mouth, nose, and general lower face was concealed by a face mask. You examined it for several minutes but still couldn't conclude if the mask was clothing or part of its face. The eyes of your stand were a solid purple color with vertical lines across them. It wore clothes, which was odd given it looked like a robot, there was a jacket with a hood that was pulled over your stand's head. Finally, there was a belt that had a sort of loop on each side, they didn't seem to serve any purpose but they succeeded in making your stand look unique.
You experimented with your stand for hours trying to fully get a handle on how to control it. Your antics began with general movement. When you raised a hand in front of the stand, it mirrored you. Then you focused on just maneuvering the stand, it was surprisingly simple to get a hang of. It felt natural and somewhat familiar. Your mind generated more and more questions as you got familiar with your stand. Most of them were general questions like: what exactly is this thing? Why do I have one? What does it do? But also, more specific ones like, why was the mugger from this morning so intent on getting rid of you the second he realized you had a stand? Were there more stand wielders around? Were you in danger because of these stands? You were walking a line between information overload and information deprivation.
The day slipped away as you tried to get a grip on your stand situation. Eventually you had been working with it until after dark. Senora Jones was worried about how you had holed up in your room all day. Dinner time quickly rolled around, but you were to enthralled by what you were doing to notice.
Senora Jones stood in the kitchen alone before deciding to go check on you. Typically, you weren't the secretive type so she didn't think to knock before entering. Senora Jones opened your door only to find you standing alone in the middle of your room. You went rigid upon hearing the creak of your door's hinges.
"Dinner is ready sweetheart." Senora Jones smiled before pausing when she noticed your panicked expression. "Is everything okay?"
You mentally freaked out while trying to find words to explain the situation to your mother. However, you didn't have to, since her gaze never once turned to the figure behind you. Could you mother not see the colorful robot ghost thing behind you? You realized it was similar to Jaya, who's eyes never focused on Metal Health during the fight.
"I'm fine." You laughed nervously. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Alrighty then." Senora Jones glanced around your room suspiciously before closing your door and heading back to the kitchen.
You decided to stop for the night.
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The next morning you walked to school with Jaya. You did have to remind her about the broken crosswalk sign. She was pretty talkative, but you didn't mind. It was a nice change of pace. You and Jaya didn't have any classes together, which explained you never meeting previously.
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