Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Early Morning Excursion

You laid in bed motionless for hours. Your mind and body were restless. Every thought was consumed by what Blake had said, and the missing poster you found.

You vaguely remembered the house, your biological mother's that is. You were raised there before she... disappeared. You would never admit it, but you had always been bothered deep down that your mother was never found. Not a body, or rumor as to where she had gone. At one point long ago you entertained the idea she was still alive, but that only led to a deeper feeling of abandonment. At this point you didn't even like to remember what your mother looked like. Whenever you thought of her face all you could seem to muster was a shadow. After all these years, seeing that missing poster of her was bringing back all of the memories, all of the feelings, and all of the heartbreak.

Any form of father figure was out of the question. Senora Jones was happily single and your birth certificate didn't have anyone listed. Whoever the guy was, your chances of ever finding him were slim to none.

You turned to your side and squinted through the dark at your alarm clock. Four A.M. And you hadn't slept a wink. Slowly you got up and quietly got dressed. You had an idea. It was probably stupid, but if you didn't do something all of your thoughts were going to drown you.

Careful to skip all of the squeaky floorboards, you tiptoed down to the bottom floor. You entered the bakery's kitchen and wrote a note to Senora Jones about going out and that you'd be home later. Groping around in the darkened kitchen, you found the drawer where you kept emergency flashlights.

There was a bike that you and Senora Jones kept by the back door. Your mother used it for special deliveries in the area very rarely, so she wouldn't mind you taking it.

You hopped on and rode to the older part of town. Away from all of the hustle and bustle of Rosewater was an abandoned neighborhood. You knew your way there by heart. Pueri Point was where you grew up. Shortly after people started moving into the area and tourism started, real estate companies who bought up the land basically forgot about it. Nobody lived there anymore. Teenagers would go there to vandalize and get drunk. It was considered a dangerous place, which is why you hadn't considered going there before. However having a stand had made you a bit more daring as of late.

Before long you rolled up to a house marked 1909 Pueri Point. A wave of nostalgia came over you upon seeing Senora Jones' old home. The lawn was overgrown and a few of the windows were smashed, but it looked better than most other houses in the area. She moved into the bakery not long after adopting you.

Then you turned to look at the house on the right. House 1910. An inexplicable sense of dread filled your stomach. Upon seeing it in person for the first time in years, your instincts told you to run. But you couldn't do that. You came all the way here to try and find some answers. Gradually, you walked through the overgrown grass to the front door. It was left ominously ajar. Seeing it gave you an odd sense of de ja vu. When you pushed the door open it's rusted hinges squeaked loudly. This door hadn't moved in ages.

You shined the flashlight inside before entering, checking for any unwanted critters. The house was dead silent and unmoving. When you stepped inside the floorboards groaned in protest. Each plank of decaying wood spelled a twisted ankle, but you elected to ignore it. You were here for answers. The layout of your old home was a mystery, you held no memories of where things were supposed to be. As you took a few more steps inside a light breeze forced the old door to close with a loud screeching noise. You paid it no mind. You shined your flashlight all around you trying to guess what rooms were where. Currently you were standing in the entry way. Down a short hallway in front of you there was what looked to be a kitchen. To your right was an open room with the tattered remains of a couch in front of a large broken window. Leaves from the trees outside carpeted the ground in a disgusting pile of decay. The leaves caused a rather unpleasant musty odor which prompted you to move on quickly. You were prepared to go deeper into the house when something caught your eye in the darkness. You shined your light over the ground in the open room again and a bright yellow reflected back, peaking out from underneath the leaves. You approached slowly, the boards loudly groaning under your every step. The yellow spot was now directly under your feet. Leaves covered whatever it was so you used your sneaker to clear them away. With the debris moved aside you were greeted by the sight of bright yellow caution tape.