Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Alfred Hitchcock Can Bite Me

"What do you mean there wasn't a car?" You asked, but Jaya was preoccupied dragging you across the street before the crosswalk could run out of time. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I'm telling you there was definitely no car." Jaya replied sternly, firmly holding her ground on the argument. When you two reached the other side of the street she placed her hand on your forehead. "I doubt you're sick, but maybe you should take it easy for a little bit? You look really shaken up. Did you hit your head when you fell?"

"I definitely didn't--!" You were cut off by Jaya's phone ringing.

"Huh?" Jaya fished through her pocket, taking out a compact flip phone. "That's odd..." She mumbled, looking at the incoming call. "He never calls me during work hours." Jaya hit the accept button. You couldn't make out what was said over the line. Whatever it was seemed to rattle your friend. A panicked expression flashed across Jaya's face, you were half expecting her to puke right then and there. "Oh my god..." She whispered, covering her mouth. Before you could ask what the problem was, Jaya flicked the phone closed. "Sorry!" She spoke quickly. "I need to go! No time to explain!"

"Wait- What?" You yelled after her as she suddenly bolted down the street. She didn't stop. "Okay then." You watched your friend run off. Whatever news she just got definitely didn't seem good. Hopefully everything was going to be alright? As you walked home you slowly found you couldn't shake the adrenaline rush from Jaya being in the street. Even as you neared home you found your pulse was more elevated that usual. Along with that, you once again couldn't help the feeling of being watched. Every so often you would glance over your shoulder, but there was never anyone there. Tired, you entered the bakery without even announcing your presence.

"Good afternoon!" Senora Jones was busy fiddling with the cash register. "How can I- Oh my!" When your mother looked up, she gaped at your appearance. "What on earth happened to you?"

"Smoothie. A smoothie happened to me." You answered flatly.

"Head upstairs and clean up." Senora Jones didn't even try to hold back her laugh. "I'll grab you a change of clothes."

"Thanks." You sighed, already heading to the nearest shower.

"Try not to drip on anything." Your mother playfully teased as you ascended the stairs.

"Will do." You called back, starting to laugh at the situation yourself.

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An undignified sound of disgust made its way past your lips as you peeled off your wet, sticky clothes. You listened to the shower's hiss as the water slowly warmed up.

Footsteps made their way down the hall and stopped in front of the bathroom. You assumed it was Senora Jones getting you a change of clothes. As soon as the shower was ready, you rushed in, wanting to rid yourself of Blueberry Blast forever. You sighed in satisfaction as the warm stream of water washed away the sticky sensation. For several minutes you simply stood there, relishing in the feeling of finally being freed from such discomfort.

You suddenly winced as an acute throbbing pain reverberated from your wrist up to your forearm. Just as suddenly as it appeared, the pain subsided. Warm water ran down your arm as you examined the area. A strange dark spot stained the skin of your inner wrist. At a glance it could have been a bruise. You had tripped a LOT as of late, you probably just hit it on something a little too hard. After looking over your wrist, your gaze trailed down to the rest of your arm. It was littered with scars. While the way they looked didn't bother you that much, being reminded of the various painful experiences from the past few days was taxing. With that in mind, your thoughts wondered to the stories behind the scars. Sometimes you could still feel the stinging pain of Metal Health's blade on your skin.