Knockin' On Heavens Door

Chapter 2: Plastic Babe

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Stand, Stand User, A. . Stand User . ? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

" Excuse me? " was the best I could squeeze out before Koichi realised it'd be better to talk outside. So as I sit down next to Okuyasu at the table Josuke asks me again.

" So, Miss (y/n) are you indeed a stand user?"

" I just told you I don't know what that or those are."

He just  produces an overexaggerated groans and then Koichi whispers something to him. The next thing I knew, there was a giant pink and Blue man alien right behind us. My eyes widened and I think I let out an oh my lord under my breath but they looked even more shocked at me then what just appeared.

" So You can see it (y/n) ?" Josuke finally asks. I just slowly nod and the boys erupt in a " So she is one of us!" all their fists in the air.

I sure am I say under my breath with a hint of sarcasm and a laugh.

Okuyasu turns to me and asks them.

" Shouldn't she meet Jotaro then?"

" She should, honestly if we are looking for speed then let's just call him and explain we found a new stand user." Koichi says.

" woah woah woah there is too much going on here, aight first do ya want me to show you my 'stand' and also who is Jotaro?"

That's when they realise this women, me, they just met was completely in the dark on stands and the whole ordeal with this town. So Josuke gives me a 'you'll see'. He then pulls out his phone and dials a number unknown to me and lets it ring, then passing it to me. So I hold it up to my ear a bit anxious. Who am I about to talk to? That's when it suddenly picks up and to my knowledge. This is the gruffest and equally sexiest voice I will ever hear.

" Hello?"

It says, I freeze there for a second. What do I say. I look up and Josuke mouths to me
just talk.

" Uhh, hello, I'm-

" Shes a new stand user, just thought I'd let you know she's with us and not an enemy." Josuke interrupts.

I lean back into the phone to hear what this guys gonna say.

" Well that's good, who are you then? What is your stands name and power. Then when did you notice you awakened?"

" Well let's see" I respond " I am (y/n) (l/n), 20 years old and was born in Ocean City back in the USA. My stands name seems to be Nirvana as she told me."

" She told you? So Your stand talks."

" Yes she is very intelligent, I believe that makes up for her lack of manpower. Her ability is that once I touch a person's grave I can talk to them up in the clouds if they are already dead." He grunts and I hear him writing I assume what I'm saying down. So I continued " I believe it's been a week since I met Nirvana. Oh and I didn't catch your name so could you perhaps fill me in on the whole stands business?"

" My name is Jotaro Kujo and I'm related to Josuke, but I'm currently researching the appearance of stands in your small town of Morioh. They are like a manifestation of you and your mental will/spirit. If that makes sense."

" I guess so, thank you Jotaro-"

Josuke grabs the phone back.

" Sorry , but we gotta head out. Still got school Friday." He says in a hurry. Okuyasu nods and they run off leaving Koichi to trail them all the way to who knows where. Those boys huh. Nirvana takes a seat in the chair where Okuyasu was sitting in and I told her I'd order some pasta from Tonio while we are here. So we ended up just sitting and talking for awhile while the time turned from afternoon to evening.

" So since you are a boxer it balances out. I may not be a fighter but you are." Nirvana smiles

" Well I mean I can still get hurt easily so I can't just fight stands myself, But I'm sure we can figure out some kind of team method."

But as the evening came and went we head home, gazing at the sunset as we go.

Hours later I wake up, at least I think I did. Briefly glancing around the monochromatic Morioh I have woken up too. I sit down by the side of the road, because I'm getting a very ominous feeling that if I stand up some kind the next step of some plan would begin. Everything is in black and white. Off the top of my head I try to summon Nirvana. But nothing appeared. Cold sweat drips from my forehead as now the ominous feeling is starting to get worse. Then from behind I'm pushed pretty hard by some invisible mass. Forcing me to stand up so that I am straddling the grass below. I cross my arms over my chest instinctively and finally get a good look at this 1940's TV Morioh. Nothing is moving. Everything is still. Besides that and the color nothing looks particularly out of the ordinary. Birds frozen while flying. A deer beneath a tree across the road. So, as bad of an idea as it is. I start walking towards the center of Morioh. Still no sign of human life to the point that my footsteps match my heartbeat as the only audible sounds. Getting farther into town I can hear it louder in my head as I go. As if telling me to go back before my body has a full on heart attack.

" This has to be some sick joke right?"

Now it's as if I can see the color draining from Morioh like a stream. Into the sewage system. A long with severed hands and faces get stuck in the vent to the drain. Gross, I think to myself. Though in some weird artist way remind me of the first Twenty one Pilots album cover. Squatting down next to the drain I eyeball the demented artwork that hangs from the bars into the pipe lines below. Now getting a better look at the bloody trains seeping out of the once healthy flesh. It braids together with the almost candle waxy look of Morioh's beauty.

" I. . . I want to touch it."

I hold my hand to my face, the (colored) nails glisten, even without color. As I reach for the liquid rainbows at my feet. At that moment two things happened all at once. One I shoved my hand in the gradient. Two, I great shadow appeared over my shoulder, and then all was empty. Less then color. Complete nothing.

The next thing I know, I'm in bed leaning over to my knees and clutching my chest. Sweat covers me as though I was just in a pool. But I wasn't. My breathing is heavy, but starts to slow down. It's very dark. Just like the town. But I know my bedroom has color as my penguin plushies are all scattered on the floor with my blankets.

" Must have kicked em." I speak to myself to try and calm down more, while picking up the mess of stuffed penguins on the floor " What kind of nightmare was that, I swear this town is cursed for me."

Placing the last of my collection back on my bed, and checking the time to be 3:12 in the morning I head to the bathroom. Rinse my face in cold water to make sure I'm alright and awake. Then head back to hopefully sleep for another few hours. Hugging my penguins of course.