It started with a knock on his office door. Risotto looked at the time, aid laround one in the morning, and last he checked, he was the only one here.
"What is it?"
Knock knock knock
Setting his pencil down, Risotto looked up at the door and turned on the lamp. The once dark room now illumiating.
"Who is it?"
Knock knock knock
Now, he was starting to feel on edge. He would have heard the front door open, his teammates were a loud bunch, and even if it was prosciutto, the man would have announced his presence.
Was this an attack?
The door handle clicked and twisted for a moment, and he rose from his chair. Using Metallica to bent the light and hide away in a corner of the room.
C-click!
The door swung open, and a small body entered the room. A child.
'What?' To say he was confused was an understatement. How had a child entered his office? The front door was locked! And she could barely open this door without standing on her toes. So how and why was there a... 'Wait a minute, it's that?' He got closer to really get a good look at the little girls face.
"Hello?" The door closed behind her as she looked around the eerie office, feeling eyes on her.
Risotto blinked. There was only one possibility. This had to be some sort of stand user. They must have found some dirt on his childhood or something. He had to admit, they had done a good job of cloning her. The same jps with rabbits on them. The missing tooth he remembered that took forever to grow back. Even the twin buns that she insisted on her mother style every day.
She was a perfect copy of his childhood friend. It was a shame he had to kill it.
"Hello? Mom? Dad?" She looked around the office, knees bunched together.
He just needed to get within five feet, and then it would be over. It wasn't hard, the clone couldn't see or hear him but to his surprise. She looked over at him, sensing another presence in the room with her.
"Is there a ghost in here!? Show yourself! Or else! Or else I'll get dad and NeNe to get you!"
He paused.
NeNe? He hadn't heard that name in years. That stupid nickname he hated growing up had graced his ears once again.
'What if this is the real, ___?' He pulled his hand back. His mind races with countless possibilities and what ifs. There was no way this was the real,____. It didn't make any sense! But he could turn invisible and shape iron, so was this really a far fetch idea? That somehow, some way, ten year old,___. Had somehow managed to slip into the future?
He couldn't cross out that possibility.
Now, looking at the small version of his old friend to take a moment to think back. Wayyyyy back before his life fell apart and his cousin died. Back when he was still innocent and wanted to be batman. He took a moment of weakness to enjoy those old memories before pushing them away.
He had a choice, kill this potential fake copy of,____. Or reveal himself and figure out what was going on? Maybe,___. Had grown up and had a child? No, that wouldn't make sense, especially since she used his old nickname.
"Little one, what are you doing here?" He revealed himself in a shimmer of refracted light.
"WAH!" She jumped and nearly fell over herself. Looking up up up upppppp at the giant standing before her. Her eyes wide with wonder and confusion.
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Stand by me (Jjba X Reader)
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