Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Sleepless Nights and Suspicious Minds

You stared at your alarm clock. The blaring red numbers were starting to hurt your eyes as you watched 2:59 turn to 3:00 am. You were waiting. For what? You didn't know yet.

Strange things had been happening lately, it filled you with enough restlessness to keep you up till this ungodly hour. After another minute of your dry eyes burning, you relented and turned your gaze away. Dark senseless shapes crowded your bedroom. In all of your life, you never feared the dark. Even as a kid you never asked for, or needed a night light. You could easily walk down the hallway to the kitchen at midnight if you really wanted to. Right now, you were unnerved.

You felt the eyes again. They were following you again. They were staring into your soul again.

Even with your gaze trained on the ceiling, you felt eyes on you. They were coming from the window. That didn't make any sense. At least that's what you told yourself.

You had barely moved in five hours, yet you felt like you had just run three miles. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unused and unwanted. You were safe. That's what you hoped.

In the silence of early morning, you examined every little detail in your ceiling. You could try counting, closing your eyes, or just breathing, but for some reason, you didn't want to sleep. This was self-torture in a sense, but it was also your version of self-preservation. If your mind was concocting these horrible thoughts while you were awake, you didn't want to imagine what it could construct when you were asleep.

After the event with the raven in your room, you tried calling Jotaro. After five attempts with no answer, you gave up. He'd said something yesterday about family business before you parted ways, but he never specified what it was. Would it be weird to go to Mr. Joestar's apartment? Probably.

Apparently, there was a Speedwagon foundation research center somewhere in town, but you doubted anyone there could help you.

Was this all just in your head? You had some bad anxiety in the past. You'd been having bad experiences recently. This was just a product of it, right?

You turned to your side. Your chest tightened painfully. You were dying. That's what it felt like anyways. You gripped the sides of your head as a horrible pounding sensation bounced around your skull. This was hell. That's what it felt like anyway.

The sheets of your bed felt scratchy, hot, and uncomfortable. After another minute you threw them off and laid silently on top of your mattress. In a tired haze you glanced at the clock to find it was 3:30 already. That was a reasonable time for you to get up and ready for school...right? Gradually, you sat up and stretched. Yeah, it was ridiculous, but so was staying in bed until the sun came up. As you slowly got your tired, heavy limbs to move, you glanced at the foot of your bed and froze.

There was a tall slender figure facing you. There was no semblance of a face, only a deep dark shadow that led to nothing. Your heart, that had been beating uncontrollably all night, suddenly stopped. The sensation almost made you faint. The dark outline slowly moved one of its unnaturally long arms up, its cold fingers wrapped around your bare ankle. There was nothing you could do but watch. You tried to summon your stand, but with being up all night, you just didn't have the energy.

The shadow's other arm slowly crept up the side of your bed to latch firmly onto your shoulder. Dred fell into your stomach as the outline's head inched towards your face. You didn't want this, but you didn't have the will to fight it either. You were tired. You had been tired for a while. And in this moment, all you could think about was closing your eyes.

You felt the creature's warm breath on your face as its cold hands coiled tighter around your ankle and shoulder. It was close. Way. Too. Close. If you screamed, would it go away? This was a nightmare. It had to be.