Kinder Than Love (Yandere Johnny Joestar x Reader)

Until Death

"The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty."

-Kim Harrison

Johnny was at a loss. The whole time you were recuperating from your injuries, he launched an investigation into finding who your attacker had been. He was convinced that whoever it was must've been a long range Stand user. That would be the only way that anyone could have attacked you without coming in contact with the Spin barrier... unless they could fly... Taking Slow Dancer, he scoured the forest surrounding the property. He had Tusk clear underbrush while he looked for signs that someone had been skulking around the area. While he didn't find any signs of an enemy, he did find something. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it seemed to be some kind of... well it wasn't a totem or anything. Was it a monolith? A marker? He wasn't sure what to call it, but it looked ancient and it didn't look like anything he would've expected to find in the middle of the woods. It also didn't seem to match any kind of thing he'd seen from local tribes either. It seemed to be made of stone and about the same circumference as his arm. But it was carved to look like a serpent rising from the ground and staring, with fangs bared, up at the sky. Johnny was quick to take note of a long strip of dead grass that started at the bottom of the marker and stretched into the woods, going in the direction that he came from. Curious, Johnny followed the strip of dead grass and found that it led directly to the border of the dead patch of land that the shack sat upon.

Johnny didn't know what to make of it. He no longer thought you'd been attacked by a Stand user. If anyone had been skulking around near enough to do you any harm, they surely would have left at least some kind of evidence. Other than the occasional signs of animal life (and that weird snake marker thing) Johnny found nothing. Even in the case of a long distance Stand user, they would have to get close enough to the shack for their Stand to have the power to cause the level of damage you'd received. So if it wasn't a Stand user, what could've attacked you? There was no way that you'd caused that much harm to yourself.

Then there was that weird snake marker... Was it really the reason that the land around the shack was barren? It seemed weird but what other explanation did he have? But what was the purpose of such a thing? Some kind of ritual? A memorial, maybe? A curse? Was it done to appease some kind of vendetta against the original owner of the shack? Who put it there? Johnny was probably never going to get the answers to those questions. His biggest concern right now was taking care of you.

Speaking of which...

You nearly knocked him out of his wheelchair when he rolled through the door. You had thrown yourself at him, sinking into him with your trembling arms around his neck, and pressing your wet face into his chest.

"Are you crying? What happened?" he asked as you pulled back and wiped your eyes.

"I hate it when you leave me alone for so long, Johnny!" you sniffed. "You were gone for hours and I..." you trailed off, looking away from Johnny, eyes filling back up with tears.

You were terrified, terrified of something Johnny didn't understand. You had always been afraid of the shack and the property around it, but your fear of the place had grown drastically since his trip into town. He wanted to know what happened to you during that time, but you wouldn't tell him anything. He gently, but reluctantly, pried you off of him and looked into your watery eyes.

"I know I keep asking you, but won't you tell me what happened to you while I was gone? What hurt you? You know I'll get rid of it for you, don't you? All you have to do is tell me what it was and I'll make sure it never hurts you again."

You sighed. Johnny asked you that so many times. That dark determination in him flared as he promised to eradicate anything that could cause you harm, but you knew that whatever horrors possessed the shack and the land around it would never reveal itself to him. No matter what you told him, Johnny would never believe your story because he's never seen any of the horrifying things himself. He'd never see the ghosts in the well, or the shambling husk that used to be poor Gyro, and he'd certainly never see the monster that roamed the woods. Diego told you that the place favored Johnny and that certainly seemed to be the case.