Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Welcome to the Jungle

*Warning* I do not remember what crack I was on when I wrote this chapter, I think I was battling Covid at the time. This is based on a nightmarish fever dream I had while I felt like I was dying. It gets...messy. Reader digression is advised.

"I don't have a good feeling about sticking around here." You muttered. "Any idea where it's coming from?"

"Give me a second." Tim whispered. Radio Star appeared, using its wires to feel around the ground. The stand stuck a few of its cords into the dirt before Tim pointed in the direction you had previously been traveling. "There are a lot of sound waves and vibrations around, but the closest-one is right over there." Your friend looked over his shoulder at you, as if waiting for your input.

"How far?" You asked summoning Golden Soul.

"Just a few yards." Tim responded. You looked in the direction Tim was pointing. There was a clump of souls situated on the ground not too far away. Maggots. They were small and compacted together, making it hard to tell how many there were.

"It's nothing." You sighed, checking the surrounding area for anything else suspicious. "We're in a wild area. There's probably an animal carcass." After confirming there were no stand users in sight, you put away Golden Soul.

"I don't know how much more walking I can take." Tim groaned, following as you continued like you had been earlier. The two of you once again found yourselves walking in a comfortable silence. It was criminally short lived. The noise from before quickly got louder and clearer. When you finally happened upon the source, you both stopped in your tracks.

"Tim...please tell me you're seeing this too." You murmured, glancing over to see your friend's sickened expression.

"I wish I couldn't." He gagged and looked away. "That's disgusting."

Just as you had sensed, there was a writhing mass of maggots ravaging what was once an animal. It was a nauseating sight to say the least, made up more of the squirming creatures than carcass. The stark white of the larva glaringly contrasted with the browns and greens of the forest scenery. They were rather loud, making a raw sloshing noise whenever the mass shifted or twitched in a particular direction.

"This doesn't seem exactly natural." You observed, noticing the larva's rather large individual size. Some were around the length of your pointer finger.

"I'd be inclined to say the opposite." Tim replied, still averting his gaze from the scene. "Common houseflies and blowflies lay eggs on animals and when those eggs hatch, they consume whatever is around them. The life cycle of a fly from egg to maggot to fly takes from two to three weeks. This is incredibly natural."

"Alright oxford dictionary of smartass." You deadpanned. "I was just saying there are a lot more here than one would expect." You took a jerkish step back as the clump of maggots tipped over and spilled all across the ground. The visceral sight of the animal's unveiled corpse finally being enough to make you look away. It was solely the head of what you could only assume was maybe at one point a dog? With how much of it the maggots had devoured, it was hard to tell. Many of the creatures were pouring from the eye sockets and wriggling between the mangled remains of the dog's agape jaw.

"Why are we sticking around here?!" Tim shivered, already walking away. "Lets go."

"Good point." You took one last hesitant glance back at the carcass. This felt like a bad omen of some kind. Yes, the scene was horrific and nauseating, but there was something about it that was just downright ominous. A small part of you was curious what brought on the unlucky turn of nature, but another part of you, the more rational part, decided it was better left uninvestigated. Tim's stride became noticeably quicker as you went. You tried following behind him, but the encumbrance of the guitar was finally starting to effect your pace. Eventually you stopped for a moment to rest. "Hey Tim!" You called. "If you have your second wind, why don't you take this thing from me?" When you looked up, you were met with a silent, empty surrounding. "Tim?" You called again, looking around wildly. He couldn't have gotten that far ahead of you in just a few seconds, right? "Tim!" You yelled, hearing your voice echo through the trees. The forest was eerily silent as you waited for any form of response. You took a few steps before you heard your foot land on something metallic. Moving your shoe aside, you found a shiny dog tag laying on the ground. You carefully picked up the metal to find the name Spot lovingly engraved into it. Your thumb carefully traced the name before a familiar squelch reached your ears. Your eyes widened slightly as you turned to face the source of the sound. You took a few steps in that direction, clearing away shrubs as you went. A few meters away, you found the rest of the dog. It was just like before. The headless body was covered in a writhing, shifting mountain of maggots. The wet noise of their synchronous movement was supernaturally loud.