Kinder Than Love (Yandere Johnny Joestar x Reader)

And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

**Note: Well, this was supposed to be the final chapter, but as I was writing I felt that it was getting just a bit too long. So I decided to post what I had. I still have a lot more to write so NEXT chapter will be the final chapter and then there will be a brief epilogue. Hope that's okay. **

**Note 2: Why does Wattpad suddenly have a problem with me putting quotations in the chapter title? 

**WARNING: Creepy stuff ahead. Also, this chapter may throw some people off a bit. I grew up watching stuff like Evil Dead 2 and it probably shows in this. Sorry. 

"Doom bloom" is what people called the strange purple plant that grew behind the shack. You remembered seeing it before, years ago when you were a small child, in your Pa's old herblore books. Your father was a botanist and knew a great deal about plants. He was also fascinated with the myths and legends about certain plants. He had a library full of books about the language of flowers, how certain flowers were tied to mythology, what the colors of roses meant, herbs used in traditional medicine, and the like.

You always thought doom bloom was a silly name for a plant; like something a kid would come up with. Its scientific name was something mostly unpronounceable and about ten syllables too long. It had quite a few common names, but its most well known name was doom bloom. Aside from sounding a bit childish, you also thought that the name was a bit of a misnomer, considering the plant was said to not have any flowers. The "doom" part of the name came from the fact that it was highly poisonous if consumed.

Its poisonous nature caused it to be the subject of many superstitions and folktales of the "may or may not be true" type. It was said that witches and other practitioners of dark magic would use the plant in their rituals to send sickness and plague onto their enemies. There was a time when, before people knew of its poisonous nature, it was valued as a decorative plant due to its lovely purple color. It was difficult to transplant from the wild however, due to its inability to grow in all but a few types of soil. Patches of it would often be found growing in or around graveyards which lead people to believe that it would only grow on places where the dead had been buried. This led to a belief that anywhere the plant grew was marked as cursed or haunted ground. How appropriate, then, that it should be the only plant life that could live on the blighted land around the shack.

The plant was also the subject of a story, supposedly true, about a bitter rivalry between two farmers that turned deadly. They used the doom bloom to poison each other's livestock hoping to drive each other out of business. The farmers ended up poisoning themselves, however, after eating the meat of the animals that had been killed. The poison of the plant was so virulent that it stayed in the animals' bodies even after death.

Strangely, looking at the plant also brought back memories of your parents. The last time you saw them had been the night of the terrible argument that had been the reason for you running away. Your Pa was talking, as he usually did, of you taking over the business when he was too old to do it. You made the mistake of saying that you'd like to go off on your own and seek your fortune somewhere other than your tiny town nestled in the middle of nowhere. Your Pa didn't like that at all. He said that running the greenhouse was a noble profession that helped people in a lot of ways (medicinal research, agriculture, things like that) and that you should be proud to take over for him. He said that he hadn't taught you everything he knew just for you to waste it on becoming a lowly drifter. Your Ma chimed in, saying that you were far too young and inexperienced to go gallivanting off on your own. They both warned you that you weren't ready to face the world. It was cold and cruel and gobbled up naive young fools like yourself. You got angry at them, shouting at the both of them that you weren't a fool and in spite of your age, you knew far more about life than they gave you credit for. You told them that you weren't going to be stuck living in some backwoods town for the rest of your life.