*The scene opens with Crowley and the siblings arriving back at the hospital. They park the car and step out.*
Crowley: Jesus, I didn't realize how bad this place got messed up.
Layne: Now you see why I didn't wanna get involved.
Crowley: When you were talking to Mother you stated you got information on the user responsible for this, correct?
Layne: I did.
Crowley: Run it by me again, I didn't hear everything back in her chambers.
Alice: Shouldn't we be searching for the other people instead of one stand user?
Crowley: By other people I assume you mean the subjects?
Alice: I'd rather not call them that, but yes.
Crowley: We will search for them in due time, however I wish to know what was more important than them to Layne here. So, for now it's more important to me as well. Now tell me.
Layne: His name is Rhody Menendez, twenty four year old schizophrenic with MPD. His dominant personality is that of an eight year old child.
Crowley: And his stand? What does it do?
Layne: Anything he touches undergoes the fibonacci sequence. And his stand creates a shield around him that returns to whoever the attacker is.
Crowley: I see. Very interesting. I would like to see the glasses.
Layne: What? Why?
Alice: Yeah, why?
Crowley: Because I wish to use them.
Layne: On what? There's nobody here.
Crowley: As I figured, you don't know the true power of the glasses. Now hand them to me or my War Pigs will rip your foot apart.
*The War Pigs in Layne's foot begin to dig into his flesh causing Layne to grunt in pain.*
Layne: Hrmph. Fine, here take the fucking things.
*Crowley reaches out and grabs the glasses from Layne's hand.*
Crowley: Thank you.
*Crowley puts the glasses on and begins tapping the sides of them.*
Crowley: These glasses store records of everyone who has been scanned by them.
*He continues tapping as he explains his plan.*
Crowley: These records give every detail about a person. Including their fingerprints and footprints.
Layne: Really?
Crowley: Indeed.
*Crowley taps the glasses further until he finally lands on his target.*
Crowley: Here we go. Ozzy Thompson. Scan for matching footprints.
*Suddenly a path of footprints begins to glow in front of Crowley through the glasses.*
Crowley: Follow me.
*Crowley and the siblings begin following Ozzy's footprints through the parking lot. The prints continue on for a while before disappearing entirely.*
Layne: What's up? Why'd we stop?
Crowley: The footprints stopped. There aren't anymore.
Layne: How's that possible?
Crowley: I think I know how, but if it is the case it's gonna be much harder to track them.
Alice: What does that mean?
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Light Unbridled
FanfictionA Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Fanfic Inspired by Hirohiko Araki. Follow the story of Eight reunited friends as they discover how to use their new powers, and how to defeat their new enemies.
