Twilight's Bizarre Adventure: Memories of the Wind

Sandbar stared at the disembodied Stand. "Well, I better figure out what's happening." He trotted over to the mirror.

Rainbow Connection yanked it away.

"Hey!" Sandbar used the ground to lift himself towards the mirror as it fled. "Get back here!"

RC continued to play keep away with the mirror, Sandbar trying his hardest to keep up.

Even without Rainbow controlling it, it's a speedy thing! "Come on!"

The mirror suddenly slipped from the Stand's grasp, falling and smashing on the ground.

Sandbar's hoof connected with his face. "Oh, now you've done it! Couldn't you have just let me check it out?"

RC retreated to the point it was connected to and curled into a ball.

Sandbar rubbed his head and lowered himself towards the mirror fragments. "Well, that's a shame. I guess I'll have to-"

Sandbar's reflection wasn't in the shards. It was someone else.

"What the-"

"Man in the Mirror! Pull him in!"

A Stand leaped out from the fragments, grabbed Sandbar, and pulled him in. RC quickly looked around the alleyway before retreating back to its safe zone and crying.

The changeling held Sandbar up by his throat. "So you're the one that made that dome of dirt. Since you don't have your Stand here, I'll have to kill you to get rid of it! Say goodnight!"

Sandbar raised his eyebrow. "So you pulled me into the mirror to keep me from using my Stand, but you didn't consider the implications of my Stand affecting this world."

Illusio stared at his supposed victim before pulling his hooves back just in time to avoid getting them cut off by the mud that shot up from the ground. "MOTHER FUCKER! WHY ARE YOU TWO SUCH A PAIN?"

Green Day held both of the scalpels pointed at it and fought against the paper dolls for control. Its master was doing the same thing with two other dolls. "Little pests! I'll tear you into confetti!"

"Like you've done with your 'patients?'" Rarity pulled some of the dolls surrounding her away to look Cioccolata in the eye. "Like you've done with so many other innocents before? Tearing them apart simply because they needed help? Or did you tell them they needed help when they didn't so you could tear apart perfectly healthy creatures?"

The surgeon looked at the burns on Rarity's stomach. "98 percent of creatures wouldn't have been able to do anything about what I did. Bodybuilders, professional athletes, and physical trainers would all be helpless under my knife. So why are you, a mere fashion designer, putting up such a fight? Or rather, how are you putting up a fight? Is there something about you I don't know or understand? You certainly looked like all of the others when I cut you apart."

"Your tone of voice... You aren't frustrated. You're curious. You're talking like your life isn't in danger. Then again, maybe you're used to that." Rarity rolled off of the table, lifting the pages she tore from the book earlier by her head. "I doubt everyone related to those you've butchered would have simply ignored how many died by your hooves." Rarity scowled at the stallion's smile. "And if you think I'd ever help a monster like you, you're dead wrong."

"Oh well. If my old partner isn't running the gang we were part of, then he's probably on his way here. And once he-"

One of the pages Rarity had by her head rolled into a cone and shot towards him, piercing his shoulder. The moment his leg went limp, the paper doll stabbed him in the neck.

"Then I'll kill him as well."