Miscreant Child

Everyone else fantasizes of going with the bizarre adventures of Jojo and you were no different.

It would be cool fighting pillar men. What would it feel like to tour the world within 30 days? Investigate a bizarre town already knowing who the main villain is or become a gangster for a week and join the mafia with the gang. Of course you'd like to experience at least one of those but fate granted your wish in a way you never imagined.

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"Mother, you're awake." A small body jumped down a chair and hobbled as quickly as he could to your side.

"Drink some soup. What are you doing with a body like that? You're like this because of father." The child's voice trembled, you could hear the sniffles he tried to suppress.

"Child? Mom, who?" Then it hit like lightning. This brilliant blonde mane that shone against the meager glow of the gas lamp. Despite the ragged appearance and the young face of the child, you knew. "Fuck no--- y--y- you tell me your name." Words quivering, you pointed in disbelief. You had a quick uptake of the current situation but you refuse to accept your hunch. His child-like face scrunched at your ramblings.

"Did the fever fry your brain? I'm Dio, Dio Brando your son." He looked offended and incredulous.

Your body couldn't keep up with the turmoil of emotions upon hearing his reply. Shuddering, your temple started to throb. "Hell no, yo-ou,, I-I'm ---I'm---" Dizziness washed over you and you suddenly collapsed.

"Mooooom." You couldn't care less how you caused panic to the child, you felt you had it harder.

'Don't mom me, I'm not your mom.' You internally cried out before blacking out.