Jojo's bizarre fandom: Metal Blood

Chapter one, The Metal

It was a quiet day in New York, one that made Victor smile. He awoke to his alarm and got ready for the day, "Hah, what a beautiful (duwang) day."

When he finished brushing his teeth he combed his platinum blond hair till he liked it and got dressed. He put on his jacket and his gloves that he loved, despite being old and going through wear and tear and threw on a pair of jeans and walked out the door.
He left his apartment complex, smiling and walked down the street to the local bar, "Maybe I'll see what's going on at the White Wyrm."

He entered the bar and sat down, waving the bartender down, "Yo, who do I have to kill to get a drink?" He laughed at his joke and the bartender shook his head, "You could kill that bad sense of humor you have."
"Ah, but then how will I have my fun then?" Victor smiled.

The bartender brought him a glass and poured him a shot of whiskey, "It would help you make more friends."
Victor downed his shot in seconds and slammed the glass down, "Ah, I think people just need to get used to me."

The bartender shook his head and filled his glass up again and walked across the bar to fill a woman's glass.

A small group of men entered the bar, they looked like a rough and tumble trio and immediately walked to the bartender, "Hey, we're going to have to ask you to pay the fee."

The bartender looked confused, "Fee? The fuck are you talking about?"

Two of the men laughed to themselves before the main one waved his hand for them to be quiet. "The fee for selling in our turf. That fee. As of now this bar is under control of the Goblin Gang, so pay up."

The bartender sighed, "Look here you little shit, I've owned this bar since you were jerking off to the lingerie section of your mothers spring catalogue. So if you think that you can just come into my bar and try and squeeze money out of me you've got another thing coming."

The main gang member stood for a moment before walking over to a table, his men following him. "Fine, I tried to play nice." They pulled out sub-machine guns and pointed them at the bar, "Light it up!!"

Before they could pull the trigger their guns barrels fell off, as if sliced off. The slamming of a glass made them turn their heads.

Victor stood up from his seat, "And here I am trying to have a nice drink. Thanks for the interruption."

The main member looked at his gun barrel, 'W-What the hell! I-It looks like it was cut by something! But what?!'

He looked at Victor, 'Did he do that? But I don't see any kind of weapon on him!' He turned to his men, still baffled, "Don't just stand there, get him!"

The two men shook themselves out of their daze and proceeded to move towards Victor, who only smiled.

"Alright, I guess I'll have a bit of fun." A liquid metal started forming around hands and he clenched his fist as the metal hardened.

The first man made a lunge at him and Victor took a step back before throwing an uppercut and when it connected the man's jaw immediately broke and shattered his teeth. He went reeling back and held his mouth, screaming in pain.

"W-What the hell?!" The second gangster looked at his friend in fear, "T-That shrimp broke his jaw in a single punch, T-Tyron is a golden gloves boxer. There's no way he could have be put just like that!" He quickly turned to Victor and pulled out a switchblade, "Alright, it was just a fluke! You're dead you little shit!"

Victor only smiled at the blade and made a Bruce Lee pose, "Come on then, let's get going then!"

The gang member rushed at him with his knife held close and he keep his guard up. Victor reached out and gripped the blade and metal spikes shot from his back and into the floor, keeping him in place.

"H-Huh!" Victor's hand was still covered in metal and it was gripping the blade, "Is that all you got?" More metal flowed from Victor's hand and up the gangster's arm, quickly reaching his neck before squeezing hard and he fell back gasping for air.

The leader looked at Victor in shock and terror, "Eh? Eh?!"

Victor walked to him and stood close to him, "Now I'm going to say this once. I hear you come back here, or any of your goblin gang were here. I'll hunt you down like the vermin you are. You now stand on thin fucking ice, and I shall be under it when it breaks." He turned around and sat back down at the bar, recalling his stand from the gang member's throat, "Now fuck off."

The leader shook in fear and gathered his men and they all ran out of the bar.

The bartender refilled Victor's drink, "Thanks for that, I'd rather not have to pay for damages. It's on the house, so long as you don't get crazy with it."

Victor downed his drink and rose from the bar, "I actually think I'll take my leave for the day. Oh and you can let down your stand's barrier, they're gone remember?"

The bartender smirked, "You knew I was fine, you were just looking for trouble weren't you?"

Victor shrugged and stepped out of the bar, "Maybe."

Victor continued along the sidewalk, smiling to himself, "Goblin gang huh? Might be fun to mess with them a bit."

He caught in his thoughts, not realizing that he was being followed.

To be continued...
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And so you have it, my fandom. I hope it's not too bad and that y'all like it. I really tried hard, and I'm always wanting to hear someone make a stand that just sounds cool. Also as I'm sure some, or all, of you guys might be wondering what's the reference in the stand, The Metal. Well, Jack Black had a band named Tenacious D, and that was one of the songs. Anyway not that's out of the way, I hope you all continue to enjoy the story as it goes on, and don't hesitate to send in a stand idea. Who know, you might just have a kick ass stand and you don't even know it. Also if anyone would like to help me come up with a good title for this, feel free to message me. In the mean time, ARRIVEDERCI!!