Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

The Noiz Returns

Sleep was something Tim thought would come easy. Even with the creeping feeling of something looking over his shoulder, he was exhausted. After taking the time to count sheep, to focus on relaxing, and even breathing slowly, he came to terms with the fact there was no use. The bed was too hot, sleeping without the covers was too cold. Static clung to Tim's mind. A buzz like tinnitus that wouldn't settle or cease.

Tim readjusted his position for what felt like the hundredth time before throwing off the bedsheets and getting up to work off some energy. The hall outside had gone dark hours ago. Tim slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, remembering his parents had work in the morning.

The boy slowly lowered himself onto the cool floorboards of his bedroom. Tim simply stood next to his bed and looked off into the darkness of his bedroom. He had been feeling strange since visiting the Joestar's apartment. He felt as if the darkness was staring back at him.

The boy gently cradled the bridge of his nose and sighed. His head was killing him.

The dull static sensation in his temples was starting to feel more like a taring. Like the left and right sides of his skull were trying to rip themselves away from one another. Maybe he stood up too fast? Deciding that might be the cause, Tim leaned back towards his bed that was just behind him. He expected his back to come into contact with his mattress.

Tim let out a gasp as he felt himself fall back further than intended. His back roughly hit the ground, knocking the wind out of him. Tim quickly propped himself up on his elbows and looked around in confusion. The familiar surroundings of his bedroom seemed to have faded away.

A chill crept up Tim's spine as he looked off into a baren plane of static. The ground under Tim's palms felt glassy and cold. The air was no better, dry and charged like a breeze before a lightning storm.

"Am I dreaming?" Tim managed to pull himself together and stand back on his feet. Something dark swam at the edge of the boy's vision, but slithered away before he could get a proper look at it. "Hello?" Tim murmured into the nothingness, unnerved. He was feeling it again. He was being watched.

Before Tim could track down the shadow, he felt something wrapping around his ankle.

"Pathetic." A robotic voice sneered.

"What the-" Before he could even process what was happening, Tim was dangling, suspended by his ankle. Tim came face to face with bright neon cables and an all too familiar television screen. It was his stand. But not quite. This Radio Star was massive compared to how the stand usually manifested, and Tim knew he hadn't summoned the apparition.

Tim kicked at the cable around his ankle violently, only for it to tighten. Fear ripped though the boy as the cable suddenly released him. Tim's stomached flipped as he plummeted several feet and roughly hit the ground. New cables tightly wound themselves around Tim's arms and legs, effectively restraining him. The boy struggled against the binds, but they only squeezed tighter in response.

"Pathetic" The massive Radio Star repeated. The cables around Tim's extremities lifted him from the ground, suspending him directly in front of the television screen of the stand(?). The screen flashed images of Tim at school. "You weren't strong enough to fight the bullies." Pictures of Blake and the football team taunting him were all over the large television.

"S-stop" Tim stuttered, turning his head away from the screen. Yet another cable slithered around Tim's neck and forced his gaze back to the pictures. Your picture soon appeared, along with images from the time you fought Radio Star.

"So of course, you aren't strong enough to stand with the very person who beat you." The stand taunted. "You couldn't save them from Lennia!" An image of Tim needing to be assisted by Jaya appeared. "You are too weak"