Jotaro Kujo x Delaney Fanfiction (JoJo's Bizzare Adventure)

The Woman Possessed by an Evil Spirit

The bell abruptly sounded, the loud thrumming of metal flicking against metal splitting the ears of the blonde high school girl. Delaney wandered the halls aimlessly, almost drunkenly, head down, arms clutching her books and binders. The ever-present bustling assault of students wandering the halls, talking and laughing, flirting and carrying on, had finally ceased. The last of the stragglers were making their way to their classes just as the tardy bell declared them late. The halls were cleared in seconds: She was alone.

Or so she wished. Oh, how she wished.

With every step she took, the sound of rattling silicone grated her ears. The deceivingly soft touch of artificial fingers scraped her arms, traced along her shoulder blades, coaxed her, but she would not turn around, could not bear to even crane her head to the side—even now she could feel the wet breaths as they wafted across her cheek, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up like pinpricks as soft, waxen fingertips brushed along the back of her shirt, fingers of finely-painted wood separating with a hard crack, splintered fingertips reaching for her, hollow appendages tap-tap-tapping across the tile floor, those terrible jagged fingers in her hair now, pulling, tugging gently but painfully, fingers

(tap tap tap tap)

caressing her neck violently, beginning to choke her slowly, crushing her—

"Hey."

The sound erupted through her clamoring thoughts and shattered them. The air was still yet again.

Still clutching the binders to her chest, she craned her head to the side.

The first color she glimpsed was black—a black school uniform. The soft metallic clang of a long gold chain thrummed against the man's broad chest.

It was Jotaro, of course.

"What are you doing in the middle of the hallway?" Like a sheep in wolf's clothing, he was like a teenager in the skin of a full-grown man. His baritone voice made her shiver.

Jotaro's words boomed irritably, resounding in the empty hallway. "You should be in class. What are you..." But his efforts at chastisement fell short as the girl sank to the floor, her fingers hooked like claws into her scalp. Her face dipped to the floor in submission of something he could not see. She was trembling like a leaf.

His face warped in a rare expression of concern. Then it turned to shock.

A black eminence sprung forth from the young woman, swirling like a haunting hurricane around her. Tendrils of anger and fear lashed out like furious tentacles, lapping the fringe of Jotaro's shirt, almost eclipsing him as he recoiled back, nearly stumbling to the floor.

"Is this—?!" Jotaro's gaped at the young lady in front of him. She was consumed by the black form that unfolded behind her, overlapped with her. It was connected to her silhouette, but it appeared as though it meant to kill her.

The thick shadow shadows warped, growing longer and more menacing as they spread across the width of the hallway, only to gather themselves up like black taffy dragging across the floor in long ribbons. From this melting pile of tar arose a beast riddled with hideous talons, a jagged snout jammed with fangs. Its torso formed, a jet-black hulk of wood suspended perfectly in space. Then two arms, sleek but dripping with saliva and fear, connected but detached at the shoulders, elbows and wrists. Ten too-perfect, too-realistic, disembodied hooks floating where the fingers should be, constantly clicking and reaching. Oozing, floating arms floated in the air, hooks cocked as if seconds before the kill. As he watched in latent horror, Jotaro recognized the figure as none other than the most terrifying mannequin he has ever seen.