Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

SPW Snooping

Two weeks had passed since your fight with Lennia Heart and her stand Bubblegum Bitch. Nothing had happened since, it was quiet. Too quiet in your opinion.

In any case, you didn't have anything better going on, so you took a bus across town to the Speedwagon Foundation research center Mr. Joestar told you about. The building was far harder to get to than you were expecting. It was tucked away behind private land and forest, only accessible by a dirt road. You couldn't help but feel sketchy trying to get there at first.

But when you finally came upon the building, you were pleasantly surprised. The research center was a large glass square building. It stood out against the Florida swamp it was situated in. If anything, it looked eerily out of place. Looking past the main building you could have sworn you saw a plane hangar and landing strip, but you couldn't be sure. There were several more cars parked outside than you expected after seeing how difficult it was to get all the way out to the place.

Upon entering the building, you were met with a busy lobby, full of people running every which way. It struck you that you never actually thought to ask what the Speedwagon Foundation was so dedicated to researching. Joseph and Jotaro's seemingly close connection with it didn't give you all that many context clues either. You originally thought it was a stand user association of sorts, but the lab coats on all of the individuals in the lobby, coupled with the assumed aeronautic endeavors going on out back, you felt your original guess was off. Most of the aspects of the building made you think it was a medical facility of some kind. The building smelled like cleaning chemicals, plastics, and latex. All of the lights were obnoxiously bright, which was not helped at all by the stark white furniture decorating the main entrance.

After navigating through the entrance, you made your way to what looked like a help desk. The woman attending the desk looked at you oddly. You didn't blame her, being a singular teen among busy employees made you stick out like a sore thumb.

"Can I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked, looking you up and down critically.

"Yes actually." You answered approaching the desk. There was no signage outside indicating this was actually the research center, so you really hoped you were in the right place. "Could you point me in the direction of your storage facilities?" You pulled out the key Joseph gave you and read the number engraved in the metal. "Storage room 168 specifically?"

"Why do you need to see it?" The woman ignored you for the most part as she went back to the papers she was working on before you approached.

"I was sent to get something for Joseph Joestar." You explained hesitantly. The woman paused. She looked up at you, surprised.

"Of course..." She said with a raised eyebrow. "Down that hallway to your right, take the stairs down on the left."

You thanked the woman and followed her directions down to the basement. The building's upper floors were much better kept than the area you were now exploring. An undeniable mustiness reminiscent of most Florida basements permeated throughout the floor as you explored through the unlit corridors. If you had known about the poor condition of the storage area you would have brought your own flashlight. After wandering through the halls, you finally came across the room you were looking for.

It had a wooden door with the room number displayed on an old metal panel. You took out your key and slid it into the lock, sighing with relief when the door clicked open.

The room was dusty and just as dark as the rest of the basement. You took a moment to grope around for a light switch, only to find a single bulb in the center of the room with a pull cord. When you turned on the light it flickered a few times before fully turning on, it stung your eyes a bit after walking in the dark for so long. The storeroom was packed wall to wall with filing cabinets and boxes with various dates written on them. It all reminded you of something from an old detective movie. Based on the dates written on the boxes you weren't too far off, the most recent dates you recognized were all from nearly a decade ago. You were starting to see why Joseph delegated the task of sorting through all of this onto you instead of doing it himself.