JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Friendship is Magic

Chapters

1 - The Spark
2 - Menacing
3 - Scootaloo
4 - Trek
5 - Star Platinum: The World

1 - The Spark

New York City
- 2017 -

New York City. The capital of the world. Home to a lot of famous skyscrapers. Rich with history and oh so even wonders. But that's not even the most interesting aspect of this tale.

Within the massive conglomeration of skyscrapers, all shapes, sizes, configuration and purposes in which they are built, deep within the bowels of the streets, people striding by the sidewalks and noisy vehicles sounding off an ambience of painfully unbearable mix of horns, engines and traffic, are two figures just stationary there by a bench and a bus stop sign.

These two figures aren't just what one sees as just some ordinary pedestrians waiting for a bus or to stop by them so they can board and go into whenever they want to and whatever business they deal with.

The figure standing by the left is an old man. This old man's face and skin whose appearance is typically seen of an average old person. Hunched back because of his age, having wrinkles, walking using a cane, wearing false chompers, pince-nez glasses, a baggy coat and pants and a brimmed hat with long flaps covering the sides of his head adorned with leopard spots.

The figure standing on the right is a young man, likely his relative. He is well-built in physique, and what's inside him is concealed by a long leather jacket that runs below his waistline, fastened firm by four buttons. He wears a black hat on his head marked by a golden circle and beside it an open palm. He just stares off into the open, busy cityscape, but the traffic, the noise polluting the air, and the smoke regurgitated by the vehicles' exhausts did not serve to deter his posture. His face remained cold, seemingly indifferent. But on the other side of the coin, he seemed calm... assertive, and above all else... stoic.

Then, the man spoke.

"Jotaro. I forgot again. What will be the time the bus would stop for us? I just fetched the tokens I've forgotten."

"Yare yare. Old man, time flies, gotta live with it.", the young man spoke.

The old man's name is none other than Joseph Joestar. Born 1929, he was the grandson of the late Jonathan Joestar, and much like his grandfather, is a user of the mysterious martial art called Hamon. Facing some incredibly fantastic endeavours back in his prime, he trained under a shadowy master of Hamon named Lisa Lisa, revealed to be his own mother, Elizabeth Joestar. He encountered the ancient humanoid beings called the Pillar Man. Against all odds, with his deadly use of trickery was he able to come out on top, to the point where he cheated death itself.

The young man beside him is his grandson, Jotaro Kujo. He was aptly named "JoJo" much like his grandfather before him. He is a user of a mysterious psychic power called a Stand, a presumably evolution of Hamon, that is a manifestation of one's fighting spirit, passion, or desire. Back in his time as a delinquent, he was helped out of prison by Joseph Joestar, helping him in knowing the nature of Stands in general. With this knowledge and willpower he accumulated, was he able to defeat other malevolent Stand users before him. When his mother, Holly fell ill due to the manifestation of her Stand in correspondence to her kind disposition and lack of such spirit, Jotaro, his grandfather and friends embarked on an epic journey to Egypt to find and defeat DIO, the evil vampire responsible for the heredity of Stand powers caused by his hijacking of Jonathan Joestar's body. Jotaro is currently working as a world-renowned marine biologist, having finished his thesis on starfish in the late 90s. He is currently having a break from his work, is a family man and has a sole daughter.

"I just asked a simple question. Good grief. This is how young-uns would respond to their elders nowadays. Oh, time flies by indeed.", chimed Joseph, disgruntled by the huge difference between his and today's generation gap.

"It's already past 8. The bus might be a little late. And will you do it with the old generation stuff. You were pretty rebellious yourself when you were young.", retorted Jotaro.

"But at least I was respectful to women! Not that I'd treat them so lowly like they were nothing but property." Joseph, still insistent on the tidings of his own time, could just simply tell his grandson how much of a difference between how society worked between his age and what he ended up today.

But Jotaro, knowing all too well of how a bit of an arrogant windbag Joseph was and was still like that even in his current age, responded with a cold tone, "Says the man who had the balls to cheat on his wife, cross-dress and then peeking a keyhole on his own mom."

Before Joseph had to retaliate with whatever witty little remarks left in him to finally prove his grandson wrong, he was interrupted by a weak but ever increasing roar. The roar only grew louder as the engines of an incoming passenger bus, a commodity of New York's pedestrian area, kept steady until it died down.

Died down as the one-decker bus steadily slowed to a halt in front of the awaiting Jotaro and Joseph. Opening its door, it let some passengers disperse out into the sidewalks. It was their turn. The Joestars' turn to board the passenger seats in the bus.

Everyone was all accounted for, many people are doing whatever they pleased inside the seats and the poles. They slept, they played games on their devices, read something, some just stood, holding one of the poles, and some just waited for the conductor to floor his accelerator.

As for the Joestars, Joseph was on the left side of the seats, close to the center of the bus. Jotaro, meanwhile, was seated almost adjacent to his grandfather, taking a leftmost seat beside a window. His jaw rested against his palm, his elbow placed against the base of the window. He stared out in the open streets seen from the window. No expression coming out of him and certainly of no worry, just his eyes out in the open streets.

As the bus began roaring its engines and started to drive towards the street to its destination, everything seemed to go smoothly and swimmingly. No incidents, no extraordinary anomalies coming out of the blue. Nothing. Just a normal, beautiful sunny day for the Joestars to live on.

Jotaro Kujo was just staring at the window of the bus, various establishments, people, and objects swooping past his eyesight with incredible speeds as the vehicle accelerated further on. Until...

Something instantly caught his attention and eyes.

Jotaro suddenly winced when his eyes caught glimpse of something he didn't have concur to be ordinary. His expression remained firm, not faltering. As he narrowed his eyes and got himself a bit of a clearer look into a tiny little speck hovering in front of him.

A speck.

It seemed that Jotaro was just seeing things, just his imagination or something maybe. Or maybe not. The speck that hovered some inches away from his vision seemed to be trailing the bus at the exact same speed, as he saw it not moving away rapidly like the background. He thought to himself if he really was just seeing something nonexistent. That his mind was playing tricks on him.

Then it quickly danced. The speck danced. Jotaro watched as the bright purple point of light moved in a series of patterns reminiscent of that of a bee's, making curls, circles and hairpins. Then it swept off. Quickly blasted away like a bullet out of his vision in a second.

Jotaro suddenly felt a sense of suspicion and uncertainty for what the nature of this speck was, how it came to be, and why it faced him out the window. Enough to break his silent mood for a second, he briefly turned his eye slightly behind, attempting to peek at what just happened. He saw nothing. Nothing but the thin air, and the speeding street and buildings. Jotaro kept his stare behind for a while.

As the bus drove into the horizon into the city, the point of light made a slow descent closer to a sidewalk. Then it made a soft halt just above the solid surface.

The Spark twinkled brighter than ever. Never dimming out

--To Be Continued-->

2 - Menacing

Bleecker Street
- Local theater -

The bus had just skid to a halt just in time on the nearby stop on Bleecker street. It opened, allowing a surplus amount of passengers to make their exits and walk about the street, heading to their ways. Joseph Joestar and his grandson, Jotaro, came out relatively last.

"Old man. Josuke is waiting for you in the theater. Go on.", Jotaro ordered.

"Sheesh. Even though I'm already circling the drain, my own grandson still orders me around. Oh, what can you do to a frail old person like myself.", Joseph complained.

"You can rest off when you get your ass on the theater with Josuke. I'll catch up with you later. You might as well hold off your complaining.", Jotaro chimed back as Joseph left him with arms shrugged heading towards the theater where Josuke waits.

As Jotaro disregarded his grandfather's further complaints, he thought back a bit on himself. Josuke Higashikata was a student in the Japanese town of Morioh, together with Jotaro, they were able to track down the maniacal serial killer Yoshikage Kira, and unlocking the mystery behind the Bow and Arrow. He has graduated years ago and as of late, wanted to spend more time with his father, Joseph, by attending a movie theater.

But it was not Josuke that Jotaro has been going in his mind... It was the mysterious flicker. The Spark. The point of light that shone in front of his view when he was at that bus. He kept denying over and over in its existence, that it was just an illusion created by his head. Yet... He kept thinking about it over and over. The speck that uproared a small amount of interest from him. Though that speck was small, seemed banal and is nothing much to be concerned, Jotaro had a feeling that it could have something to do with him, maybe, his grandfather, no, Josuke, no...

With his family.

And so he asked for himself.

What the hell was that? Was that a speck of light I saw? I know I always say that my mind often plays tricks on me. That I was proven wrong time and time again.

Back to the time I thought Star Platinum was an evil spirit, the old man proved me wrong. I've seen some weird shit and snafu all my life around here. And with this speck. I think it looked nothing. Just something I should just shrug off and be on my way. But why am I even thinking about it? Why am I a bit concerned about that thing when it's just a little light and I can just swat it off no sweat?

But I had a feeling... Something's definitely fishy going on here... And when I found out...

"Ugh!"

Jotaro's deep train of thought was abruptly cut off when he swiveled his head to his left side, and that he saw was...

ゴゴゴゴ

"The... The speck?

T-that's strange. I just saw it swung away from the bus out of my sight. It did. How did it get here?

Something really is cooking up here."

He stared on the mysterious ball of light for a while. Stared on for a couple moments, his eyes narrowing like a slit. Jotaro couldn't think of anything else about it. For once, he thought that the speck he saw back in the bus was just nothing short of a product of his imagination. That he shouldn't mind it, just ignore it. It was nothing of importance or concern to him, as he's seen situations and things weirder and more ominous than this.

But why didn't he turn back?

His curiosity only escalated higher, high as a rocket reaching escape velocity in the realm of space. It seemed too much... Too much for the likes of a tough, unwavering person like him to overcome... To just ward off. Clear his head of it.

And with this curiosity finally overwhelming his person, Jotaro Kujo let go of his stare-off with the ominous object. He, with all caution, kneeled down on the sidewalk. Close to the Spark. Close to whatever it holds discreet. It may hold unpredictably impossible powers one could dream so much. Or it could be a gateway leading to the flames of hell where the Devil awaits, punishing and torturing all who plunge in the blazing lake.

Whatever the case, with sweat tenderly but quietly pouring down the sides of his head, Jotaro slowly lay out his right arm, his hand closed into a fist, with only his index finger sticking out of it. He is attempting to touch the point of light. Intent on finding out what will happen if his finger contacted the ball of light. Whether it will unleash an extraordinary power or send him plummeting to his death. If the latter's the case, Jotaro would be a fool to make a grave mistake such as this on his part, that touching this looming light would mean suicide. But Jotaro put all his anxiety aside. For once in his life did he never pull himself away from situations that he did not understand or comprehend. In the end, he always managed to come out on top. And this shouldn't be any different. This shouldn't pose too much of a problem for him. Though he didn't understood what he was looking at, he will still manage to give it a bit of a tweak, and though he was a little anxious, he still pushed on.

As his finger made a slow, careful approach towards the coruscating light, it was made clear that whatever happens to him, is on him.

And by the time his finger made a slight impact with the gleaming violet light, it suddenly burst.

"Ugh!"

ドドーン!

An immense shockwave of violent, howling light suddenly swept across the surrounding urban landscape of New York, followed by an ear-splitting roar that could probably be heard hundreds and thousands of miles. Objects were blown, thrashed about or are utterly annihilated as the light continues to grow more radiant and even more violent than before, which is an extreme contrast to its relatively harmless, miniscule state of form. People were affected just the same. They had utter toil of keeping themselves from the potential harm that may be caused by the dangerously growing light. Some held on to whatever objects they find as they hold on for dear life, for the epicenter of the explosion seemingly pulled all of them in, like a black hole in a region of space. Women held down their dresses to kept their parts from being exposed. Objects were sucked into the light, their fates unknown, but are likely obliterated by the excess energies of the light.

And for Jotaro Kujo, the man responsible for apparently triggering the Speck's explosion, apparently seeing himself as a fool for daring such an act borne off curiosity.

It seemed he made a great mistake laying his finger on the speck of light that time. A decision he would probably regret, as he'll know well that he is the person who put the lives of innocent people in danger due to what he just did.

"Shit. I shouldn't have touched this damn light. I don't know what it's doing but something tells me it's not doing any real good!"

As for the Speck. It was a drastic and complete transformation. The explosion triggered by the touch of his finger did not do to destroy it. Instead it has transitioned into a completely different form.

It was a vortex. A vortex that resembled something of a maelstrom that stormed about in stormy, chaotic waters. And yet this maelstrom spins at breakneck velocities and instead of water, the same energy from the former speck powers it. It emanated with intensity. Its center glowed a fierce violet and it continued to glow out from here on there.

As Jotaro, knocked off his feet by the explosion, finished contemplating on his mistake, he has only one thought circulating in his mind and soul. One thought only.

Escape.

However. That came a little bit too late, as Jotaro suddenly felt his foot being dragged into the raging vortex. Noticing it and wincing from the force pulling him against his will, Jotaro tried to get back up on his feet and make a full blown sprint out of it. Instead, he found himself being lifted aloft by the air, his feet completely off the solid concrete, as the vortex refused to let go of its prey. It will swallow all who dares escape its deadly pull.

It won't let him go.

Finding himself hopeless to escape the spinning whirlpool of violent, purple energy, Jotaro could only find some little hope for himself in the form of a nearby pole across the street.

He wasted no time and grabbed hold of it.

As the vortex resiliently kept up its time and its force ever increasing to pull the man off his tight grip over the pole, Jotaro was resilient all the same, closing his grip as hard and as firm as he could, hoping that the storm would die down and he would just do away. Except it didn't.

The force only grew more violent and more stronger.

Having ran out of strengh and willpower to keep his grapple on the pole.

His hand slipped off.

And Jotaro is hopelessly being dragged into his impending doom, to whatever's inside the vortex is waiting for him. He would face a form of eternal punishment for the foolishness he did in incuring the wrath of the vortex by his finger, that he would put innocents and counting in further peril. Except, he was not. He found his dangerously increasing momentum suddenly stopped by something.

A hand actually shot up and grappled the pole in Jotaro's place. This is no ordinary hand however. With the familiar black gloves and those golden studs, and eventually revealing itself as the body who held firmly on the pole.

It was none other than Star Platinum. The Stand of Jotaro Kujo with the abilities of unsurpassed strength, speed as well as precision. With a grimace that showed signs of struggling, it is trying to save its master from being pulled into his doom in the violet vortex.

Jotaro grabbed hold of Star Platinum's black boot, holding it as tightly as his Stand is to the pole. As Star Platinum tightened its grip on it for as strong as it could muster with all its power, and much like Jotaro, also waited off for this light vortex to cease its pulling both entities into it. It was a tug of war that felt like could last for a few hours or so. They held on dearly for some time.

However, the force of the vortex finally climbed up to them. The pole could no longer stand the force facilitated by the vortex's ever strengthening tug.

It broke off his foundations, disorienting Star Platinum and finding itself being instantly shot back into the vortex in blinding speeds, like a bullet. With no more obstacles to keep both Jotaro and his Stand away from it, the vortex proceeded to suck in the man into its brilliant, bulging nucleus.

And Jotaro Kujo disappeared. Vanished from the face of the world. The world of the living. He disappeared just like the portal that collapsed upon itself, shrinking into a pinprick sized point, having returned to its original state from before. And it too, vanished...

And everything was silent.

The theater -

A massive line of people waiting to get their tickets to see the latest movie lying away from them. It was a long and painfully slow movement of people. As usual, nobody is premitted to cut in the line. First line. First serve.

Joseph Joestar was among the line of people. Having waited several minutes tiredly alongside his son, Josuke Higashikata, as the it gets them closer to the ticket booth, as cumbersome as it is, so he can finally obtain one as well as finally rest on his rump on one of the theater seats inside.

However, a twinge of anxiety suddenly struck the old Joestar across his face, a deadly chill running down his spine. He suddenly winced, eyes a little wide, but eyebrows narrow. It caught Josuke his attention. He turned to his father and asked, "Uh, Mr. Joestar. What's the problem? Anything happening?"

"Mr. Joestar?"

And he suddenly broke his seconds-worth of silence and proclaimed in a fearful tone.

"Jotaro."

And without any underlying thoughts, he dropped his cane. And with a surprising amount of vigor for his age and andrenaline aiding him, Joseph Joestar stormed out of the theater.

"Mr. Joestar! Wait for me! Uuugh, he always doesn't tell me the time when to start running.", Josuke complained as he set out to go after Joseph, pushing his way out of the line of people and pushing open the doors as he set out into the street.

Joseph Joestar gave it his all... even at a not-so-tender age of 97, and his senility still present in him... he's not going to let his age-related dilapidation get his best person. Each paddle of his feet relentless, and powered by whatever willpower he can muster in his body. That, combined with his growing worry for whatever happened to his grandson, pushed his own self as fast as his weary old legs can carry him.

He didn't stop. He never did.

He is surprisingly fast. Though not as much as fast as his prime, but nevertheless his pent up speed was all he needed so he can catch up in the nick of time for his grandson. Whatever it is that happened to him. He hoped it's not something worse.

"Damn it. If I would've known sooner. I already told him a few times to stick close with me all the time. That Jotaro... he can be a bit of a pighead sometimes. If something bad ever happens to my grandson. I... I would... It doesn't matter. I have to get to him and quick. Don't fail me now, body."

Finally arriving at the same spot where Joseph last left Jotaro, with Josuke lagging behind and catching up to him. It was too late...

Jotaro... his grandson... gone. Gone from thin air. Without even a trace of his figure left on the street. The only thing present on the sidewalk where Joseph stood on is silence...

Only silence... nothing but cold, windy but ominous silence.

"OOOOOOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!"

Joseph bellowed out, destroying all semblance of eerie around his surroundings, the voice so loud, it can be heard for a few meters, which is again, an acknowledgable feat from the 97-year old Joseph.

"J-Jotaro! Keeh!! He's gone! Josuke-kun! Jotaro's gone! OOOOOH NOOOO!!"

While Josuke once thought that his father had suffered another bout of his senility many years ago when he actually discovered an invisible life-form, an infant Stand user, and was proven wrong about it. Today, while just staring there, jaw hanging a bit, he once again pondered if Joseph had yet been crippled by his illness once more, and he'd be disgruntled that he thought that he'd get a little better, even by a small chance, of his illness. But now's not time to ponder about the old man in question, Josuke returned to reality. Whether his "nephew" was missing or just went elsewhere, he couldn't just stand idle while the old man frantically searches for his grandson, calling him his name to no avail.

"Mr. Joestar. Let's split up. We'll look for Jotaro. I'll go search that street. You'll search there. We have to hurry. We need to find him.", Josuke ordered.

"Ah. We'll search everywhere."

They then split up as said, Josuke going to the southern street while Joseph searches the northern one. They both continue to bellow out Jotaro Kujo's name. With his whereabouts unknown, they searched every corner of the city, hoping to find even a sort of clue as to why he disappeared.

Jotaro!

Jotaro....

He thought he was dead.

He thought he had embraced the curse that the ill-fated family had so befell numerous times his damnedest history...

He thought. It would be the end of a man... whose adventures have a tendency to be over-the-top and above all else... bizarre.

Only he didn't...

Jotaro Kujo opened his eyes.

His vision had returned from the dark... and the first thing he ever had seen since his awakening was... green.

Just green.

Jotaro narrowed his eyes to a slit to investigate. There, he realized that the very color displayed in front of his eyes.

Grass. A field of fresh, green grass.

And he was falling right for it.

Jotaro quickly realized his situation. And out of instinct, Star Platinum emerged forth his body. Before he plummeted into the solid soil, it slowed his fall by plunging its fist deep under the ground, with the other hand holding its master in the back.

Jotaro's descent slowed to a halt at once, his narrowly even touching a blade of grass, aloft some feet from it. If it weren't for Star Platinum's incredibly sharp precision and strength, Jotaro would've really been a goner for sure. It was then that the Stand faded away into his person and Jotaro made a soft landing in the soil.

He landed face-first into the earth, his hat and jacket mostly concealing his person. The green, oxygen-providing grass providing him some comfort and warmth for a time. Tapping against the rough soil, Jotaro managed to pull himself up, finally resting on his rear on the solid, warm surface. Catching his breaths and recomposing himself, and a few tired huffings, Jotaro heaved in some much needed fresh air and took his time to lay down for a bit.

As Jotaro opened his eyes in order to check any signs of injuries, he went for his hands first. However, by the time he pulled out his eyelids to check on his hands to see. Instead of hands, he saw...

"W-what the...?"

Stubs. What used to be located are his hands, Jotaro instead saw a pair of stubs in his hands. He was utterly shocked by what happened. He couldn't even fathom or explain in a concise manner on what happened to his hands. He wiggled them about waywardly, unable to decipher what had happened on his fall.

"My hands. What the hell happened to my hands?"

He scoffed. As he left all semblence of concern from his hands and began examining his surroundings, swiveling his head around all directions, and from many miles into the horizon, he could see a mountain range.

"Mountains. Strange. Why do they look like that? I've never saw mountains of that shape."

Mountains. The mountains here are of a disproportionate shape compared to what Jotaro had read or saw in his own life. They looked a lot like steep hills or gigantic bumps capped with snowlines. This put him off a bit, but he still regained his composure, and he thought a bit to himself that he either is crazy or has gone to heaven or whatever scenario he can think of himself in

Setting that aside, he lifted his head above to see the bright, blue sky. But the sky itself did not catch his interest. It's the clouds.

The clouds. Much like the mountains, the clouds he saw also appeared in an odd assortment of shapes. Some resembled generic comulus clouds drawn by pre-school children. Some look curly and twisty in shape and form, resembling the clouds Jotaro saw in one of those cartoons he watched on TV. Or so he thought.

And Jotaro returned his focus on his own body. At first he thought that he lost his hands, reduced to stubs because he thought the Spark, the one he presumed responsible for sending him into this mysterious world, obliterated his hands, causing him to lose the use of his grasping organs. But even Jotaro doubted that.

He began probing his eyes around his body. Around his jacket, his pants, and his back. It was then when his eyes become trained into one peculiar spot. He winced.

He discovered something that had flabbergasted the usually cool-headed man. He saw at the back of his jacket, below his waistline. It was a bush.

Or so he thought...

Having no time to ask what it is, Jotaro inspected this strange object that emerged out of his jacket. At first, he thought it was just some bushel of dead grass or skin he was sitting on. But no. Instead, by the time he attempted to pull it with his stubs...

"What the... a tail?!"

Yes it is! It is a tail, the anatomical structure of most vertebrae. It is indeed a complete mystery for how Jotaro suddenly developed it just as he landed on this bizarre world.

"OK, I'm already freaked out by this shit. First I lose my hands and become stubs. Kch. Now I have a frickin' tail of all things?

Damn it. I wish I'd say that this was the work of some enemy Stand or whatever, even that stupid speck who sent me falling here.

I must be outta my mind. I gotta find a way to get outta here or-"

And his sentences were abruptly cut off, when his very eyes have paid a tweak to his left sleeve to his jacket. It had drooped off while he was pondering about the odd changes in his body. It revealed what lied beyond his stubby arms. He gasped in a gruff tone. He discovered that the color of his left arm seemed a lot peculiar. He chimed in...

"Blue? What is this? My arm... it's blue? Tsk. How could this happened to me. I haven't even remembered dying my own hands blue. This is just getting even more ridiculous.

Yare yare. Just what more crazy shit this world's gonna throw at my face, huh? If my arms have become blue, that could mean-"

And there he is, his suspicions starting to escalate like a rocket, Jotaro began to prod his own body with his stubby blue arms. He prodded his way until he eventually reached his own face. And by the time he began to prod his own face, right at the nose area, he discovered...

"Ugh!"

And that shocking revelation just happened. For that Jotaro Kujo, the usually silent and above-all else fully reserved individual, has broken some restraints of his cool-headed demeanour. When he felt his stubs touch his nose, though he was not fully sure about what he felt. He didn't want to believe what has become of him. But by the time he felt his nose, did he realize that, his face, too had suffered the same change as did his arms... and his color.

He actually felt a tiny bit of cold by his side. Like a block of ice smacking on his skull, whole molten water trickled down his spine, has Jotaro had felt so astonished, and yet so confused at the same time. His eyes reduced to the size of pinpricks. He then emitted a series of groans from his voice as he finally asked to himself, in pure bewilderment.

"What... the hell did I just become?"

友情は魔法です

--To be Continued-->

3 - Scootaloo

Jotaro Kujo winced. Winced at the very sudden transformation that he undertaken. His face contorted, eyes small as pinpricks and sweat pouring out of his pores on his head. He stared on longingly at his new form with some form of disgust as deep within his inner thoughts. He contemplated on how did he end up in this. Why did he change form. And what machinations of forces working behind the scenes could have done to pull Jotaro into this predicament.

Only when he heard a noise did his train of thought was ceased.

The noise he heard, wasn't any kind of noise. It was a voice. A voice made by something.

No. Maybe Someone.

It sounded... feminine. Or so he thought. Almost, human even.

As Jotaro turned his head to the direction of the voice, in order to ascertain who, or what rumbled about.

And the source of the voice just stood just mere feet of him.

"Uh, mister? Do you need any help?"

The source of the voice is that of a creature. Probably a native of this strange world. Its tone is that of a very young child's, a girl's to be specific. What's so peculiar about this creature is that it is miniscule. It has a small stature and that it stands on four legs, making it quadrupedal. Its fur, or if that was its fur, is orange, and on its face are freakishly huge pair of eyes, which to the human eye is impossible if the law of physics is tackled, and finally its head is topped by what appears to be hair, whose shape is similar to that of a human's.

To Jotaro, who was startled a bit by the fact that the little creature just uttered something to him. Fluent, cohesive sentences. He might think his mind was playing tricks on him... but no.

He actually heard words coming out of the creature, and judging on what his eyes examined on its body structure, it appeared to be some sort of equine creature, complete with toeless feet, assumed to be hooves. If Jotaro guessed it right, it bore a resemblence to a miniature horse, whose body, unbeknownst to the him, he shares with the tiny creature.

He pondered to himself for a brief while, and his mind for a time, entered in a state of conflict, while not intense, was a little pressuring for him. If that "horse" actually could talk to him, then he might as well be considered a lunatic, because a part of him thinks he's actually lost in some weird nightmare where he lost his hands and he comes talking face to face with some odd equine-like creature. A part of himself thought that if Jotaro should trust the creature, since he undoubtedly heard it ask a question, confirming its sentience, he might be able to find clues on how exactly did he end up in this world, the origin of the Speck, and find a way out of the realm, if the latter thought is to be believed.

He eventually yielded into his latter thought. But seeing the weird situation that he was trapped in, Jotaro cursed to himself, but then again, he has to find a way out of wherever he's in. So he answered the equine,

"No... no. I don't need your help, kid."

It was then that Jotaro made his first attempt to stand up. Pushing his arms against the dirt, he tried to erect himself to an exactly upright position like every human being would do.

Except he can't.

Jotaro quickly lost his balance, and he fell on his back, a grunt escaping his lungs as he nearly smacked his head against the ground. And he hoisted himself up, heavy breaths he took from himself, swearing some more as the orange equine continued to stare on, confusion in its features.

He tried to stand again and again. Each time he fell. Each time he slammed his back.

Lifting himself up, sitting, he exclaimed.

"The hell? Why can't I stand?", he attempted once more to stand upright. But fell for the final time on his rear, his left arm pressed on the soil.

"Um. What are you doing, mister?", the creature asked.

"Leave me be, kid. I'm trying to stand up here.", he tried to lift himself up for one last time, grunting heavily as he gave it all he could, spent all of his energy on his own hind legs to get himself in straight erect position.

Until his exhaustion eventually outstripped him. He exerted all of his energy contained in his rear. He eventually rested on the grass, and huffed about. He was tired. Quite. Tired after that experience he endured, being pulled by the Spark, struggling to escape its tug, and eventually nearly killing him as he landed on this spot. He lifted his head, and his eyes staring out, eventually connecting to the peculiar equine creature, who gave back its own. The creature uttered again, startling Jotaro a bit.

"Are you okay? You seem to be having trouble standing up."

"Tsk. My legs are fine, kid. I just don't know how, or why is it that I can't bring myself up on my feet. It could either mean I lost my balance or I'm simply tired.", he responded as he groaned at his own frustration of being unable to stand up, feeling completely helpless.

"It's because that's not exactly how you walk, silly."

"What do you mean?", Jotaro asked, some twinge of confusion ripe in his face.

"It's because ponies don't walk on their two legs. We actually walk on all fours, like this.", the creature blithely explained.

"F-four? What do you..."

"Wait a goddamn second here. Did you just say, "pony"?

For a brief while, Jotaro was caught off his own guard. His confusion transformed into that of uncertainty, his eyes narrowed down, and his features increasingly ill at ease. He pondered off that spare time he's got, mentally asking himself on why did something like this happened to him, was this why he can't stand, or the fact that he lost his hands and were reduced to stubs.

So many questions, yet so little time.

Did that thing just said "pony"?

I don't know what the hell's goin' on or what's happening around me, but I don't even recall horses talk in full sentences. No... I ponies... ponies can't talk. They're animals after all. Animals don't talk and think like us.

Then why the hell that, "pony" was it? Then why the hell did that pony talk. I'm quite certain that I actually heard sentences off its mouth. But I'm still crazy, right? I can assume that I got hit my head so hard, or that that Speck stuff must have wrangled and played around my head like a damn fiddle, that I start to see things around me, things that aren't supposed to be there. Things that do shit that's just impossible and whatnot to reality or something. But then again, if I really was crazy, then I would've seen everything in a dream-like trance. It all seemed real. The grass, the clouds, the mountains....

This thing.

Ugh.

Screw this.

If it actually said that word pony, but not the word in a singular sense. But a general term.

Ugh!

If that's what it actually meant... that could actually mean one thing...

Staring at his hooves, though a he was a little confounded, he tried his best to compose himself, and he finished his final sentence with an assumption that...

So these stubs of mine aren't really stubs at all.

Looks like I didn't really lost my hands. They're still there. Only transformed. Yes. Transformed's the precise set of words for it. They've become...

Hooves. That's right... there's not an inch of doubt about it. Because if I really was a horse, I could only feel one finger as a hard, solid hoof. Which means...

That Speck must've transformed me into...

...!

Never mind about that. I'll just have to do whatever this pony-thing tells me. That way. I could ask some questions. If it... no... she was it? The voice I heard was female no doubt. Right. If she can provide me some answers about what really is happening in this world, I could find a way getting my ass out of this shit.

Yare yare daze.

Putting all accumulated questions of his mind off for a while, Jotaro Kujo, who now discovered that he has transformed into a "pony", or this "world's ponies", he suspected, has made his first move.

Once again he tries to stand up. Now with enough information about the circumstances of his form change, he planted his new pair of hooves against the dirt. Then he tried to lift his hind quarters up, still struggling to do so. Now in a quadrupedal position as the little pony just said, Jotaro fight hard to still himself in his new stance. He wobbled about a bit, forced to adjust himself to his new equine form. His struggled hardly to keep himself still, his face showing more irritance and frustration than before,

"Damn it.", fumbling a bit on his left hoof. The pony simply watched his awkward stance, sitting on the grass waiting for him to make a step with his new form.

Still wobbling about, Jotaro has finally adjusted himself a bit. He took a step with his left hoof, and let out a sigh, finding relief that he could now stand and walk about while in this new body, as stupid as it sounded, he thought.

And he asked the pony, "Hey kid."

"Yeah?", the pony answered.

"Mind telling me where we are? What is this place?"

"Well... I don't know actually. I was just hanging out with some of my friends and then I got lost here. And that's where I found you lying on the grass and stuff. I can't seem to find them all over here.", the pony answered. Jotaro gave mainly no remarks about it. However, based on what she said, she had friends a while back. A family even. This didn't surprise Jotaro in the gravest though. He had seen weirder than this. He should have. But he wouldn't let that thought impede his focus on outside matters.

"Friends? So you're lost? Yeah, so am I. "

"Wait. So you're lost too.", Jotaro answered with a quaint nod.

"Don't you have any friends? Any family? Anyone you look up to? A-and if that's really the case, that means you're not really from here, right?", the pony added.

"Correct, kid. However, I don't look up anyone's ass as anyone's life is concerned. This is why I'm asking you this.

OK, next question. If you don't know this place, what do you call this world?"

The very question was quite odd for the pony. Because to her eyes, anyone of her kind is supposed to know the place they were born. And now she comes face-to-face with a pony (or whom shd thought) that doesn't even know where he is or had no idea of how he ended up there in the first place. She asked back,

"Wait, you don't actually know where you really are?"

"Isn't the answer obvious? I just asked you what you call this place. Not like you see me like some dime a dozen, run at the yard horse galloping on hay or grass, browsing on it with flat teeth or whatever.", Jotaro dryly remarked, clearly irritated by the pony's cumbersome question, it left the pony somewhat dazed. But he wasn't that careless whatsoever as to just spill out the truth without decision, as it would be unwise for him to say such, especially considering that he's talking to a child. And a child usually is a stranger to everything until his mind is of the right age. Having read a couple of science fiction works as well as some crossovers and fantasy literature, this is what they usually respond to someone who unintentionally lands in some foreign world, a native of its tries to know the stranger, and the stranger attempts to explain everything to the native, and he-she'd be left utterly puzzled. This is exactly the very situation Jotaro has himself in. Only this time, is for real.

His eyes closed over, Jotaro had to come up with something so he can slip his way out of all confusion. Having finally found the right words in order to answer that pony's question. He finally opened his eyes and answered.

"I... I don't remember quite a bit. My memory's a bit blurry. Mind refreshing it for me?"

"Oh. I see. Since you asked for it..."

The pony cleared her throat.

"You're in Equestria! The most magical and the most awesomest land of them all! Everything here is magical, well, with a load of exceptions. You know, with everything that happened here and stuff."

Jotaro just stared on, letting the name of the world sink in as he returned to his mind, grumbling.

Tsk. So this world's called "Equestria", huh? Hmph. It sounded like some 3-year old toddler came up with it. That name sounds stupid, but judging by the etymology, the name has something to do with horses. I guess that's what accurately describes this whole place. It could be populated with ponies, probably bigger and smarter than that kid. Or maybe not just these kinds pf ponies...

I may have been sucked into some weird and over-the-top ridiculous sorts of dimensions and pocket worlds. Like that one Stand that actually made fun of me, my friends and Star Platinum. Well... at least that's what Kakyoin told me that night. But to me, it feels like a nightmare. Not that I remember everything else.

But... I've never been actually been in an alternative universe or worlds of all kinds, if I'm guessing correct.

Things may have been bizarre my whole days as a Joestar. But none of that even catches up to this level of "weird" that I've crashed my ass on...

Yare yare... what am I doing here. It's not time to talk about pointless crap like this.

Her profuse enthusiasm suddenly transformed into that of uncertainty when she just appeared to remember something, she just forgot.

"Oh sweet Celestia! I can't believe I'm dragging this for too long! If I I'm not gonna be able to find my friends and my family go home soon, oh, boy, they're gonna be so worried sick! Can't you believe it?! Oh, no. What am I gonna do?", the pony panicked. With about no other option or a way to get herself reunited with her friends and family, whoever they are. She lapsed into a state of hopelessness, and her chest suffered a series of rapid heartbeats as her own panic attack caused her lungs into hyperventilating. She felt utterly and totally helpless. With no one to help her with her lonely situation, she sat down, still in the said panicked state. She was about to give into her own despair and grave desolation when it was suddenly broken.

Broken by a stoic voice coming for her.

"Hey kid. You said you were lost aren't you?", Jotaro broke the pony's state of pessimism, causing the latter to turn her attention to the tall, imposing human-turned-equine who asked the question.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You said you were with a group of friends when you split up and ended up in the middle of nowhere, right?"

The pony answered with a nod.

"Then I can take you home."

"Really?!"

Before Jotaro can make his next move, he was suddenly met by the eyes of that same pony who for some reason, is just standing only a close distance to his person. The facial expressions he saw shook him up at most. Her pupils had grown about twice their original size. So big, that the shine reflecting off can be easily seen. The same could be said for her mouth. Her grin grew ever wider, showing some teeth biting against each other as the pony emitted a soft but squeeky squeal, testifying her sudden return to that enthusiasm that she exhibited before.

Though Jotaro was startled, and irritated at the same time, his teeth barring against each other, his eyes narrowed, he never, not at once, freaked out when he is faced with a look so eccentric that it could easily put a normal person into a state of craziness. He closed his eyes, just let it slide and answered,

"Yes. I'll take you home to your family. I've got nothing much to pick on in this empty place anyway. It's the least I can do to help. Not that I wanna deck out some deals or anything."

"Oh thank you sir! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you soooooo much!! I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they see this pony, the one and only, alive, unharmed and well! And a new friend to boot!" She danced and ran about around Jotaro cheerfully, the latter didn't mind much, knowing some of his experiences with children and how feisty they can get. But before she could go out her own rowdy behaviour, she was suddenly halted.

"Hold your horses. We're not even there yet. I have no idea where the hell your friends are. I couldn't just take you anywhere without wandering in a desert finding nothing but air like a bunch of half-baked hermits. You gotta think first before you start paddling your legs."

"Oh. Sorry. I'm just so, very excited to see my friends again. You wouldn't believe what I've been through to get this far.", she muttered with a sheepish grin.

"Now I'm gonna ask you this. Where was the last known position you and your friends travelled to when you split up?"

"Well. If I could remember anything. Me and my friends were in a little crusade in this huge rocky area. You know, bunch of cliffs. Something happened to us and we quickly split up. I think that's when I ran far out into a nearby crack and, uh. I think that's when I ended up meeting you here.", the pony answered. As she could recall, something did happen to her and her friends while they are in the middle of a sort of trip. But then, they split up, that's at least what she could remember. She had not the foggiest about the rest of the details, as some incident must have drove her into a state of panic and ran off into the crevice she spoke of. She was more focused on saving herself first before whatever it was is able to get to her.

"Then our best bet is to find that crevice and that rocky area. Only then, we're able to find our way home. Am I right?", Jotaro concluded.

"Maybe. But please, I just wanna go home. My friends my worried-sick about me right now. They could be thinking I'm a goner, or worse."

"Then buckle up. We're off then."

Jotaro began embarking on an about o be incredibly long trek to find the hidden crevice in which the little pony traversed through to escape danger. The crevice that could lead to the rocky area that she had recalled travelled on with friends and family. That very area with cliffs could be the only plausible path towards the pony's distant home, hundreds of kilometres away from Jotaro and the lost pony's current position.

While usually a moody and silent individual who can get aggressive and openly foul at anyone who had the audacity to tick him off. But deep inside Jotaro Kujo, is a heart of gold, a virtous soul, and a willingness to protect the innocent from those bearing ill intentions on them. Whoever they are, whatever shape, form, or mindset they have, he is always there to help and will put his own life at risk when the situation calls for it.

"Wait!"

But he was suddenly stopped when he was called upon by the same voice just miles behind him. Standing still on all his fours and turning his head behind, Jotaro saw the pony that lagged behind him with a expression that looked like she was tired. Stopping just a few meters from him, she said,

"I forgot. I, I think we haven't met yet.", she huffed.

"We haven't known each other on our first contact. Do you mind telling me who you are?"

Jotaro just stared on, seeming to disregard the question the pony asked him of. No. Instead, he dropped his indifferent, cold facade, and with a weak sigh, he answered,

"You want my name? Sure. But before I tell you who I am, I suggest you give yours first. That way it's pleasantries for the both of us. I won't be much of a problem if I get to hear your name first."

"Okay. Hi, my name is Scootaloo. Nice to meet you.", finally introducing herself, Scootaloo held out her right hoof for Jotaro, who was a bit put off hearing about her name sounding, at best, odd. As she continued holding up her hoof, the latter replied,

"Scootaloo, huh? Now that's a weird name your parents called you.", holding out his own hoof, he began wrapping it around hers and they finally shake, as a possible symbol of a new mutual friendship blossoming out between the two of them.

"And you are?"

The sun had already descended into the horizon behind Scootaloo and her strange companion continue to stare off at each other, their hooves still wrapped up each other. With each passing second, and the blue sky having changed color to a brilliant golden hue, when they finally dropped the hoofshake, Jotaro just stood there for some more time, while Scootaloo eagerly waited for an answer.

The man-turned pony finally answered.

"Kujo.... Jotaro."

--To be Continued-->

4 - Trek

Equestria
- Rocky Wastes -

They've introduced each other. They revealed their names. And after small exchanges of glances from one another, the duo of Jotaro Kujo and the little pony known as Scootaloo finally embarked on a harsh trek to find the hidden wall crevice which Scootaloo had used to slit through and escape an unknown danger yet to be told.

And as they tread through the harsh, cold, empty barren wastes, moving past the smooth, soft grassy soil that eventually transitioned into a rough, rocky, bumpy surface. It was an arduous trek indeed. But they've pushed on anyway. In spite of his complaints about the hard, sharp rocks he's stepping on. But the sharp rocks aren't the biggest gravity of his problem, even though with each step, his hooves would hurt despite their density against solid ground, alongside some fatigue toxins, as he did not mind this much pain at all. He has endured far worse. Instead, all his complaints focusing on the fact that in his new form, he is forced to walk on all his fours, and he muttered within his mind with a gruff tone and an exasperated expression,

Great. I officially hate myself now. Me walking on my fours really grinds my damn gears. I miss walking on my own two feet already.

Even though he already disliked his new equine body, it did not shatter his resolve, because if that meant delivering a lost child like Scootaloo back to her home safe and sound, Jotaro Kujo would not back down from anything he does, no matter what happens to him, physically and mentally.

"I think we're almost there!", Scootaloo exclaimed a distance away from Jotaro.

While they continued down the rough, rocky roads, the ground unpredictably from smooth, to bumpy, and then rough... and then ad nauseam. And as they continued on, Scootaloo went on to ask Jotaro if she could tell him all the adventures and wacky experiences she went all these years of her life. Not that her companion's aloof disposition would even mind, he let her spill everything she knew. After all, it'd be nice for Jotaro finally rid himself of his own boredom while just wandering around in the middle of nowhere with nothing of excitement to come around.

Scootaloo started her story. According to her accounts, as far as she can remember. She was born an orphan and was left under the care of somebody's home. She explained everything she can remember. Then, on that faithful day, she met two of her friends and promptly described each of their character and how they live together in companionship. They were named Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. Collectively, they are known as the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Before Jotaro can even lament on how ridiculous the very name Scootaloo and her friends called themselves, she explained to the former concisely on what "Cutie Marks" are and of their existence in every pony in Equestria. To simply put it, a Cutie Mark is physical indication of a pony's innate talents, located just above the hind legs, and coming in different shapes, sizes and forms depending on each individual. Scootaloo showed hers to him, but Jotaro responded with a scoff. When it seemed that despite hearing about the absurdity of this very concept, Jotaro kept himself stern and unmoved. But no, he was actually lamenting to himself about that same absurdity, tipping his hat left like he usually does as he expressed subtle umbrage.

As the ground becomes a mix of both gravel, sand and grass, Scootaloo went on with reeling the story by telling Jotaro of the misadventures and antics she and her friends have hurled themselves to. Hence why they are called the Cutie Mark Crusaders, their primary objective is to find their hidden talents so they could obtain a Cutie Mark on their flanks. This objective however, often puts the three fillies into a huge myriad of perils, tribulations and troubles along their way, in a similar fashion to a person doing publicity stunts that endanger the lives of innocent people. This was exactly what Jotaro had been thinking the time he let the words in Scootaloo's story sink in. His face lapsed into that of brief belligerence, and he raised his voice on the filly a bit. As it almost reminded him of the time of their crusading days to find DIO, when some kid just barged in to the ship chartered by the Speedwagon Foundation for the Joestar Group, who refused to jump overboard because she lied about finding her father in Hong Kong, only to be caught and almost dragged to a watery grave by Dark Blue Moon's sinister grasp.

But since that irreverent brat was nothing like the filly he briefly scolded off, Jotaro let his cool take over. As Scootaloo apologized, as it often gets herself into some comeuppance from her elders, as she's already used to, she went along with the story. She also explained how she and her fellow Crusaders got their Cutie Marks.

Jotaro was unmoved however, but he let the whole story sink into his mind, with no intention of forgetting every detail. As uncanny as it all sounds, at least to him anyway... he had not told her his bizarre story yet, which would probably make her jaw heavy to the point of dropping to the floor, he thought.

Scootaloo was done with her fellow Crusaders. She then started telling him her other group of friends whom she believed would be dying to meet someone like him for helping the filly find her way home. Among these friends were named Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Rarity. She told Jotaro all of their adventures they've spanned over their lifetimes, the trials and errors they've journeyed, the friendships they've built, the wars they've pacified, as well as the evil that stood before them, one diabolical force after another.

Well... almost all of it, as she states that she was not in some of their escapades at all.

But that wasn't even the greatest story Scootaloo has ever told Jotaro with. Above all else, the one pony that she was fervently eager for him to know is the one and only Rainbow Dash. Her idol.

As she describes, Rainbow Dash is the fastest flier in Equestria, only because she possesses an extraordinary ability that no one in this world had ever had: The Sonic Rainboom. A legendary technique, it propels this individual within the speed of sound, hence why it is called, "Sonic Rainboom". It leaves an EMP-like energy shockwave radiant with the colors of the light spectrum that spreads out in a gigantic circle. Of course, as Jotaro would expect, Scootaloo kept bragging on how "incredibly awesome" this Rainbow Dash character really is and how intensely fanatical she is following her "hoofsteps", much to a small amount of chagrin on his part. Because to him, Rainbow Dash must be just another run-of-the-mill speedster among speedsters he'd already read in comic books, magazines, television, books, movies and the like. Although he might think that this Sonic Rainboom could be just a rip-off of a fictionalized Sonic Boom, and thus a fluke, Jotaro wouldn't just openly spill it, as he'd already know better not to break a child's spirits... especially those who look up towards another figure.

However, what he could possibly lean on the bright side of it, is the fact that this Rainbow Dash was not only a friend of Scootaloo's, but also that of a relationship based off true kinship. Not only she takes care of "Scoots" as she calls her often, but also looks to one another like they were sisters. They take care of each other, they worry one another, and, when trouble arises, she would make sure to keep her safe and is willing to risk herself for it. At least that's about any good qualities Jotaro could possibly find from her moral compass, even though he really isn't that fond of sibling relationships among others. That, and the fact that she is known to be a competent player in her game, and would never resort to cheating to win. That's what at least he would win from her...

The ground transitioned once again, becoming flat and, thank goodness for Jotaro, comfortably smooth. But still rugged nonetheless...

As Jotaro and his filly companion kept on the pace, the latter's storytelling instantly ground to a halt when he called out,

"Hey kid,"

Scootaloo responded, "Yeah?"

"Is this it?"

As Scootaloo's pivoted her head in Jotaro's direction, she emitted a soft gasp.

They've stumbled across a gargantuan wall.

高い

It is a wall composed of nothing but solid, dense rocky sediment, crafted by nature's finest from the ground-up. It has a maximum height of approximately 122 meters and a thickness of more than a thousand inches. Not only that, this massive wall is considered unclimbable, due to the wall's sharp vertical geometry, thus making it too steep for even cloven hooves to grasp.

And Jotaro broke off the eerie stares by himself and the filly by saying,

"Well? What are you waiting for? You go find that crack you slipped yourself through."

Scootaloo nodded, and promptly set out as she was obliged to. Taking a close look at the rocky wall, she stood up and used her frontal hooves to scale the steep surface, hoping to locate the crevice that she claimed to have escaped with, and in doing do, would lead her into the vast rocky area all the way home free. She kept probing the wall, as she sidestepped to the left. Jotaro just looked on. Watched her do as was told, with a narrowed expression covered by a shadow cast off his ever-present hat.

And he waited for something to happen, hopefully something to get himself out of his boredom, and hoping that the little filly could find this crack she was talking about.

And a few seconds later, he was alerted by a call.

"Oh no!"

And not so optimistic a call at that.

Following the source of the call, Jotaro strode closer to the gargantuan rock wall, noticing Scootaloo still clinging on its rough facade, with the optimistic face she had exhibited before had morphed into that of worry and panic. But before he could even ask what happened, he instantly realized that the area that the filly has clutched on is the exact location of the crevice she escaped through. Except it was too late.

That area had collapsed. The crevice had been concealed. Piles upon piles of rubble had fallen down the dusty floor from above the huge wall. The boulders are too big and too heavy for anyone to carry off the ground. Jotaro Kujo his companion pony are trapped. Lost in the empty, barren wilderness. With not a glimpse of hope escaping from the vast nowhere they end themselves in.

And Scootaloo galloped towards and then clutched on Jotaro's forelegs, her own weight not even budging him, exclaiming,

"Oh no! Jotaro, what are we gonna do?! We-we can't be stuck here like this! I have to go home and be with Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle again! Oh no, we're gonna be stuck here in this place! Uuugh, this is bad! The crack's gone! We can't get oitta here! What do we do now?"

Jotaro didn't respond.

He just kept staring ahead, not even heeding anything coming from the desperate filly clutching unto and shaking him hard.

He didn't move a muscle, nor an eyebrow.

Despite practically being rocked to and fro and being constantly begged about by the filly, Jotaro hadn't lend even a single ear to every complaints from the little pony, nor did he try to change his seemingly indifferent expression.

But no... in reality, little did the filly know, Jotaro actually went back to his deep thought, knowing all to well of what really happened around his vicinity. He thought.

No doubt about it. It must have been a while since she creeped through that crack on the rock.

It collapsed. There are too many rocks plugging up our only exit. Seems we can't find our only way out by any normal means. We can't even go around this thing either, 'cause two gorges flank both sides of this rock, both very deep. And even if I managed to safely land at the bottom, it only meant to knock that pony out cold if I carry her.

I have no choice. If I have to get this kid outta here and get her reunited with her family and friends, I'll play it safe and go easy street on this.

Yare yare. Looks like I'll have to smash my way through these rocks.

"Kid."

Scootaloo ceased all attempts to get Jotaro to listen to him. She stopped rocking him over and over, and her pent up frustration instantly faded away. Her eyes trained at Jotaro Kujo's face, still indented and showing no emotion. And he spoke,

"Stay back."

"What are you...?", and Scootaloo stopped asking further, knowing that it could have aggravated the tall, aloof stallion as he shoved her gently aside and began his steady approach to the towering rock wall, stopping just mere feet from it.

And there he stood. Staring at it seemingly for no reason at all, or so Scootaloo throught, the filly also staring back at him, eyes wide but curious and her expression neutral but a little anxious. She waited, and hoped something happened out of the ordinary or a miracle to fall down on her so she can finally get out of her very own sticky situation.

And as for Jotaro Kujo...

He closed his eyes. His expression calmer than ever. No frustration or anything of the sort to batter him down to the ground. He kept himself together.

And he hauled in air for a soft inhale, letting its soothing freshness cool off his lungs. And when he breathed out an exhale, his chest heaving in as he let that same air escape through his lips and readied himself for whatever he's going to do.

And by the time his eyes finally opened. It began...

ORA!

And out that familiar battle cry he bellowed out had broken the very pretense of the ordinary to shards. Because out from his very person emerged a very familiar face that he always had with him for a long time. Bearing his battle cries with it, this feared entity broke out from Jotaro's body in a dazzling array of sparkles and glitter, with its well known look of black gloves adorned with golden studs, three-piece headband worn on the forehead, the recognizable shoulder pads decorated by a spiral, the frizzy, long and flowing hair that stretches out and the ever familiar purple skin.

With that, Star Platinum exploded forth from Jotaro's person, armed to the teeth and ready to dish out some intense pounding, bearing a dreadful scowl that'll probably send a mere person begging for mercy. Jotaro's Stand also underwent the same kind of transformation that its master had underwent: It has taken on a more equine form, with similar physical features to its master yet with a litle more muscular frame. And even though its hardened fists had transformed into hooves, that did not even hamper what Star Platinum does best.

Wasting no time and bearing absolutely no hesitation from the matter in front of it, Star Platinum immediately rolled its new right hoof in a form resembling a fist, barring it tight and solid. Followed by its left "fist", the Stand began barraging the humongous rock wall with a blurry but extremely devastating broadside of jabs, all the while crying out its signature but rather so familiar roar,

ORAORAORAORAOAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!

And just like that, the assault is relentless. He's not stopping, and does not intend to, Star Platinum kept up the pace and continued smashing its way through the rocky interior, drilling a massive, gaping hole that keeps growing wider and deeper, and with each passing moment, the fists plowing through like a jackhammer with unlimited power. The force of each impact was so great, it sent a wide assortment of chunks, dust and husks hurtling out behind the Stand's figure, each of them bouncing and dancing down the earth before coming to a rest. And as this happened, Jotaro Kujo simply walked through the drilled hole caused by Star Platinum's attack, bearing an uncaring expression throughout, not caring about whatever happens to his well-being as long as he can get himself and his pony companion out of the blockade. That is only one thing, and one thing alone he could think about.

Scootaloo watched, her jaw refusing to connect and letting its weight overwhelm her control as she was struck with pure astonishment to the very destructive display unfold in front of her. To her eyes, it would seem that Jotaro was using some sort of invisible force to break his way through the rocky barricade, and just walked through casually without another piece of thought. But she was only half-right however. Because she is not a Stand user much like Jotaro, and only Stand users can see Stands, to her eyes, it's an invisible force seemingly out of thin air.

Still not ceasing the assault and battery, Star Platinum continued drilling through the rocks with unrelenting and unstoppable fury. The speed of its punches at steady pace and its momentum kept growing more dangerously destructive. It still bellowed out its battle cry as it did.

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!

ORAORA!!

ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!

Pulling out both fists and ceasing its broadside, Star Platinum didn't stop there. Its right fist still held tight, it finally unleashed the full power of its potent strength locked within itself and launched the final blow to the remaining solidity of the rock blockade.

ORA!!!

The fist made contact, and it shattered in an in instant.

The immense intensity of Star Platinum's blow was enough to cause the very earth itself to rumble for a brief period, knocking Scootaloo off her hooves, but managing to hold herself still as it happened. And after that assault finally ceased, so did the rumbling. And silence dominated the environment, as well as clouds of dust that began encompassing everything between both individuals in and out of the newly drilled tunnel carved out of the rock wall.

And once the dust expanded and eventually faded away, all was left was the surrounding environment, the two ponies, and the most obvious feature that suffered a drastic change.

What was once the rock wall was torn wide open from its very surface, a big gaping hole carved off its features, the space big enough for a small group of people to go into, and below are pieces and husks of pebbles and boulders of various sizes packed up against each other on the earth. And when the dust settled down and the light of the sun seeped in and bathed the innards of the wall for the first time, there stood a silhouetted figure, out in the open bright light, blotting out some of the light.

After Scootaloo coughed off the dust from herself and wiping the rest with her hooves, she slid her eyes open again, and turned ahead to gaze upon what exactly happened to her surroundings. All she saw was the wide open hole on the former obstacle that is the rocky wall, staring back at her.

And her eyes shrank a little, and her jaw dropped. Her whole expression already spoke for it all. Unable to contain the awe and utter astonishment and having nothing to say much about the incredible display shown to her, she could only stare ahead, as far within the huge gap carved of the rocks, the dark figure slowly swiveled to his left in order to stare back at her.

And the figure, none other than Jotaro Kujo himself wearing a rough and unwavering exterior in his face, shot his two eyes back at the dumbfounded little filly some distances from him. Tipping his hat to his left side as a display of how intimidating he can be, Jotaro declared,

"And now, kid."

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"It's my turn to tell you... my bizarre story."

--To Be Continued-->

5 - Star Platinum: The World

Equestria
- Wastelands -

Jotaro Kujo stared out to the frozen-still filly. Face unhinged and hat tipped to his left side.

Scootaloo, the filly mentioned, glanced back at the Earth Pony's face, eyes still, pupils at a small size, and jaw refusing to connect, indicating a seblance of awe and utter bafflement just oozing out from her very expression. The ghastly silence endured for quite sometime...

Until its very fabric was shaken and eventually shattered when the filly's expression quickly morphed from that of awed silence to a boisterous array of excitement. She exclaimed,

"That... IS THE COOLEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!!"

Scootaloo burst forth with all enthusiasm, fluttering about her environment with her tiny little wings. These wings however, were far too small to give their user a lift though. She bounced up and about, eyes joyly closed and lips in a blissful grin, never even giving a second thought about her inability to fly as she continued yelling about excitedly about what she saw moments earlier. Then with a surprisingly rapid burst of speed, she ran towards Jotaro, carrying with her a huge, wide smile that startled him a bit, and she went on,

"Sweet Celestia! I've never seen anypony smash through these rocks this fast! You were able to like, drill through that wall without breaking a sweat! How are you even doing that?! You gotta tell me how you did it! You gotta!"

Jotaro's face lapsed to that of irritation, having had his experiences with cheeky little children who played around with him in his past ages. Opening his narrowed eyes and fixing his composure by silencing his grumbling, he answered with a gruff tone,

"You wanna know how I smashed my way into those rocks and made it to the end without a drop of my sweat?"

"Oh yes, please! I wanna hear everything from you! Pretty please?"

And Scootaloo's grew even wider and more shinier than ever, her face transforming to that of a curious little child begging for answers. Exactly what she's doing right now.

As for the big pony, Jotaro scowled at looking at such an expression made for just for the purpose of breaking him into complying to her pleas. He knew he can't quite tolerate people giving him the puppy dog eyes just to get him to comply to their wishes. He scoffed at that.

And he answered, "If you wanna hear the whole story. The first thing you're gonna do is shut up and behave, or else I'll rebuke the tale from you. Besides it's getting dark, so I'll scroll up first thing in the light. No noises, no bouncy behaviour, and none of that stupid face you make."

"OK, Pinkie Promise!", Scootaloo answered blithely.

"You mean Pinkie Swear?", Jotaro notified, having heard of such a thing back in his home world, as cumbersome as it is.

"You know how to do a Pinkie Promise?", the filly asked, becoming a bit surprised as to how a stranger like the Earth Pony knew of a concept of "Pinkie Swears", or in her case, "Pinkie Promises".

"Yeah, nothing but annoying bunch of nonsensical gestures you keep till the end. If you ask me, nobody ever keeps their promises.", Jotaro coldly chided, clearly expressing the nonsensical nature of using such promises. But still, he wouldn't stay and chat with the talking pony till their bodies rot into bone. He finished speaking up by telling,

"And are we gonna stand here and chat ourselves till our bones break? Or are we up to that place you're telling me about?"

"Oh, sorry.", Scootaloo replied apologetically.

"Yare yare daze."

Many hours have passed. Night has slipped into the light of dawn. The sun once more bathed everything in its golden, glorious radiance and heat. And that same light flushed over into the wide, stretches of the unknown all the way to the horizon.

Jotaro Kujo and Scootaloo were now traversing in the middle of a vast verisimilitude of the rocky fields. This is the very same place that the filly had explained to the Earth Pony during her recalling of how she got lost in a trip with friends. It was barren, dark, but a varying landscape. But nevertheless still lifeless... not a single civilization marked spotted on a location or two in the insurmountably massive land area, not even as distant as far as the eye can see. The sun steadily shone and its light and intense heat consuming every surrounding moud of dirt, boulder and sand dune, practically almost no cloud to shield the empty landscape from being scorched to its current state.

After spending the entire evening cozily wrapped up in slumber amongst each other, Jotaro not minding the child sleeping in his jacket that he took off, they set off into the baking, searing barren. And they've treaded both dust, sand and rocks for hours. Winds carrying particles plowed past his face, him using his hat to shield his eyes from the tiny grains carried off by the gusty wasteland, and his clothes flapping fiercely as the unforgiving winds of the scorching, empty wilderness kept lashing at him like a whip. Scootaloo hid in his jacket, sheltering herself from both wind, dust and heat all the same.

And a few minutes later, when the course eventually faded to a calm, the winds becoming weaker and the sun still bright as ever, Jotaro began telling the filly his bizarre story... his unbelievable set of adventures that he endured througout his early days, from its beginning to a very astonishing end. As far as he could remember the whole tale, Jotaro's memories are sharp enough, that he never missed out all details, even those that could be otherwise be dismissed as utter damn rot. The only details he would leave out would be the parts that are quite too disturbing for even a child like Scootaloo to even stomach.

He began his tale.

It all started when Jotaro landed in a jail cell because he committed a series of petty crimes outside the streets. He explained that he refused to leave due to initially believing that he is possessed by an "evil spirit", despite his mother's protests. He did not leave out the fact that he actually spat out insults at his own mother's face, much to the little filly's terror-stricken expression. But Jotaro explained that his mother knew of his person inside his otherwise gruff, aloof facade, that no matter how much he openly insults her, defames her or even possibly hurt her, it wouldn't budge her one bit, because she knew who he is inside his heart. She knew who Jotaro Kujo really is.

Continuing, Jotaro mentioned that he was eventually forcibly broken off his cell by his grandfather, Joseph Joestar. Before Scootaloo could further question, Jotaro explained everything about his grandfather's motives and why they had to free him. Firstly, he further elaborated that though he is named "Jotaro Kujo", he belongs to a family of former high-class family spanning generations called the Joestars. He explained that the Joestars were just about every ordinary family among families, until they've linked themselves to the domain of the supernatural and unbelievable escapades when Jotaro's ancestor, Jonathan Joestar, went on a quest to find and defeat the evil vampire known as Dio Brando, who resurfaced 100 years later as "DIO". This was all that Jotaro had knew based on stories from some people close to him and the Joestars.

Cutting right to the main point, Jotaro further told that after being freed from his cell by his grandfather, with the help of a close associate of his, Mohammed Avdol, he explained to him that the evil spirits that he thought had possessed him are not actually "evil spirits"... they are psychic manifestations of one's soul, mind and willpower; Stands.

To make his explanation a bit more coherent for a pony Scootaloo's age, Jotaro deemed the Stands to her as "fighting ghosts", and that they posses a variety of awesome abilities depending on anyone possessing it. He answered to Scootaloo's question that the reason he managed to break through the rock obstacle is because of his own "fighting ghost", he calls Star Platinum, whose incredible speed, strength and sharp accuracy enabled him to plow through without even a particle blinding his eye. It caused Scootaloo to resound with awe at such impossible feats. He also explained that fighting ghosts, Stands specifically, cannot be seen by non-Stand users, and only a Stand can harm another Stand, and that any damage taken to the Stand is redirected to the user's body. Jotaro explained that with simplicity, enough for the filly to absorb in her mind.

He explained all the endeavors himself, his grandfather, and friends Noriaki Kakyoin, whom he freed from DIO's control, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, also freed from control, a dog named Iggy and Avdol as they face a huge assortment of troubles, each far more dangerous than the last. From his first plane crash after fighting the assassin possessing Tower of Grey, to defeating the likes of others like Dark Blue Moon, Forever the Orangutan, Steely Dan, Wheel of Fortune, Death 13, High Priestess and many more impeding assassins sent by the vampire to dispatch him and his group.

And he finally enthralled the pony with his grandest, most dangerous and most difficult encouter that had ever occurred in his whole life. His fight with the very monster behind all their troubles, and the cause of his mother's illness...

DIO.

Scootaloo felt like she was hanging at the back of her seat, silence serving as her only reaction as Jotaro kept on continuing his tale of how he faced the immortal blood-sucking villain. Using a "fighting ghost" that can stop time for seconds, it placed Jotaro in a rough corner. But in the end... he was able to make it on top; Jotaro was able to deal the finishing blow on DIO, put an end to his years-long tyranny on the Joestar family, avenge his ancestor, and finally cure his mother, Holly, of her illness.

With the filly as his only audience, Jotaro could see that the pony's expression seemingly lost in wonder and amazement with each rising tension till the very climax, unable to process this much of how incredibly exciting, yet horrible all the same, the tale was told from the perspective of person who underwent all such experiences. Her jaw refused to move to breathe out some words, her eyes refusing to shift, stuck completely in his direction. However, some parts of this very story also left her in a brief pang of sadness and pity, as Jotaro had to lose some of his friends, having committed heroic sacrifices to ensure the Joestars would claim victory and save the world from DIO's evil. The filly offered some condolences for her companion, but Jotaro simply shifted himself away, briefly lost in the bowels of his mind and breathing, ruminating about his losses, almost pondering about it persistently like a sickness, before he eventually returned to reality and told that the rest was history after that fateful day.

As the two individuals still treaded across sand, rock and some bones in the stretch of the wilderness, the sun's blazing rays washing over them, constantly scorching them till they dehydrate, Jotaro had just finished telling the filly his tale. Though he was not really fond of telling stories in a decent audience, his aloof and seemingly indifferent facade keeping himself most of his time from people new to him, preferring to keep his personal experiences for himself and the fact that people will just dismiss his story as nothing more than a fairy tale, and he didn't want to divert a load of attention on him.

Before any form of windy silence had rule over the air for a time, it was Scootaloo that prevented it all by beginning to converse to the stallion, something to do with nicknames.

"And Rainbow Dash, being my big sister and all, she often calls me Scoots or Squirt. And I liked it. She's really good at giving nicknames!"

But... do you have a nickname?"

Jotaro's gaze shifted to the little filly's, seemingly not even an inch of care left in him to even answer such a banal question. But he instantly broke through his personal shell and then he responded,

"Yeah. Back in my days crusading to that desert wastes looking for that bastard DIO, my friends used to call me a nickname, and a weird one at that.

Actually, it's not only my nickname. Apparently, it was passed down from generation to generation, must have been some tendency and crap. The old man used to be called that, then my great ancestor, and basically anyone in my family whose name starts with "Jo".

Yeah, before you ask even further, here's your answer; JoJo.

Yes, that's right. Back in my day everyone calls me JoJo, then my gramps, and then way back probably starting with my great great grandfather. It's pretty bizarre if you ask me."

"Oh... well in that case, I know it sounds weird and all. But... can I just call you "JoJo" from now on?", the filly asked, hoof pointed on the person she questioned.

Jotaro continued to stare at the little filly, whose smile began to dwindle and her curiosity shuffle to that of nervousness, specks of sweat trickling down her cheeks slowly like a leak out of a pipe. This was due to his persistent bold expression he always exhibited while out in the open, and her could already tell if a person is really frightened or if they are curious by just looking at them.

And by the time the little pony dropped her hoof, Jotaro turned his gaze away and into the wilderness, finally providing Scootaloo the response she waited.

"It's been a long time since someone actually called me that. But seeing some weird shit happening to me today, unfortunately... Sure, you can call me whatever you wish. That sound OK to you?"

"Awesome! OK, JoJo. Um, mind asking you where are we now?"

It was this very question that caused Jotaro to stop in his tracks. All attempts of pushing on had ceased to a null.

For the first time in his life... not actually the first time. He didn't actually know what to do now. His only companion is the filly, whom he tried to bring home to her family. They are stuck in an unknown location; a seemingly endless stretch of desert and baked rocks, with no signs of life whatsoever... the sun shone above the sky, its unforgiving glare boiling the sand and whatever is left of any bodies of life-giving water has disappeared, evaporated, flew into the clouds, but never returning as precipitation, and it is practically burning the two walking bodies until they gave in to its intensity. The two ponies were trapped in what seemed like an endless void, lost in the middle of who knows where... Jotaro couldn't even formulate a plan or find any option to get themselves out of this situation... it was even worse than even during his time venturing in the similary barren heat of the Egyptian desert.

Jotaro gazed down at the sand, attempting to process any sort of a plan taking in whatever information he gathered in his mind. But he found nothing. He brought himself and the filly to a slow, painful and broiling death. As his head still slumped at the shimmering sand grain, he briefly retreated into own thoughts, mulling over anything he could do just to get the child he accompanied home to her family so he can be on his way and find his own way back... but all he got... was nothing.

His searching was fruitless.

And he slid his eyebrows close as he let the intensity of the the sun finally take over his person, and his strength began to wane. He gave out...

Except he didn't...

He heard a noise.

"Ugh."

And he lifted his head up, and observed further into the distance.

The noise appeared to be the hunk of a whistle. And not just any whistle...

This whistle was followed by an exuberant tone from the Pegasus filly...

The same filly ran into JoJo's side and exclaimed, "It can't be! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! Can't you believe it, JoJo?! We're finally saved!"

"What saved? What are you talking about?", asked Jotaro.

"Look closer!", Scootaloo ordered louder.

Doing so without question, Jotaro narrowed his eyes even further, with his hat's visor casting a dull shadow over his left as he attempted to clear out his blurring vision. With all his focus shifted towards the distant background he observed, he finally obtained a glimpse of whatever he is about to view further past the sand dunes and massive rocky floor.

And the first thing he spotted is, no... what appeared to be rails.

Metallic rails.

Jotaro wished he could be seeing an illusion, that his mind was playing tricks on him again... but he didn't have even a spare bit to mull it over... his eyes made it clear to him. Those were indeed rails; metallic tracks that stretched further in the distance and running towards his field of vision, lengthening beyond his line of sight further right.

So, as he assumed in his mind, if what he actually saw in the distance were rails, that would meant that what he actually heard next was a...

FWEEP!! FWEEP!!

"A train?"

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The train appeared to be based on that of outdated models, and based on its appearance alone, it is assumed that it is a steam-powered passenger locomotive, but its distinguishable features include its rather colourful and vibrant facade and disproportionate shape, akin to that of a cartoonish design. And its loud, commonplace bellowing of smoke and noise grew ever more prominent as it heads towards Jotaro's field of vision.

Scootaloo broke his wide, straightforward gaze, and cried out, hurriedly,

"Come on, JoJo! The I know that train, they'll take us in! Hurry!"

Jotaro, having no time to mutter a word or two about what he saw, promptly launched himself off the sand and went into a full gallop after the filly, wasting no time on catching up the incoming train that is already sweeping towards them at breakneck speeds.

The train continued bellowing more smoke clouds, and its rods turning with the wheels in a very steady and unadjusted pace, as it ran across the track heading for its destination in the distance.

With Scootaloo and Jotaro Kujo giving chase.

The two individuals ran as fast as their bodies could carry them, putting every inch of their energy into their hooves, hoping that the train's conductor would be able to get their attention and somehow get the locomotive to stop. If they could make it stop.

And the first thing Scootaloo called out was,

"HEEEEEEY! OVER HERE! HELP! SOMEPONY IN THERE! HELP US!!"

She cried out at the top of her lungs, exerting all she could in her larynx, granted that hopefully the conductor of this train could hear their pleas.

"CAN YOU HEAR ME?! PLEASE, STOP THE TRAIN! WE NEED TO GET ON!!"

Nothing. The train's momentum never slowed. Even for a bit. She tried to reach out for the conductor. Each time she called out again and again, throwing every last bit of power in her voice just so she could nab his or her ears and get the steam engine to slow. And again it proved futile. Her stamina began to fumble, her fatigue already setting in, sweat much more prominent on her temple. She gave in, she gave out a frustrated groan and shifted her gaze at Jotaro, asking him,

"No. It's not working! JoJo, I can't reach him out! I'm tired of runnin'! What are we gonna do?!"

Jotaro simply narrowed his eyes, his body continued fully galloping, his teeth gripping each other tight, and his expression becoming much more sullen and bold as he thought,

Tch. Stupid kid. Of course the guy behind the train wouldn't hear a damn word from you. Besides this train's faster than us, and it's slowly drifting away and we couldn't stop it by any normal means.

*sigh*

I guess I have no choice. If I'll have to see this one chance then I'll just take it!

I gotta delay this train myself if we have to board it.

"Kid! You better brace yourself! This next move's gonna shift your hair real ugly!"

"What are you-", Scootaloo attempted to ask confusingly before he was abruptly silenced by Jotaro's belligerent retort,

"Just shut the hell up and lay low!"

"OK. But whatever you're trying to do, I hope it isn't that bad!", Scootaloo did exactly as she was ordered. She skidded to a halt, dust being scraped up the floor as she crouched down, her forelegs wrapped against her forehead, her hind ones resting down, and closed her eyes for whatever in store is waiting for her.

Then she heard a yell

Courtesy of Jotaro.

"STAR PLATINUM: THE WORLD"

And the ever peculiar figure of Star Platinum once more erupted from Jotaro's body in a dazzling array of shimmering sparkles and bright specks. Its left hoof shot towards the train's direction in the exact same position as that of its master.

Star Platinum performed its signature move.

A shockwave-like ripple exploded forth from the Stand's hoof. It didn't stop there. The wave distorted the fabric of physics as it grew larger within seconds, inside the colors it consumed were changed to that of an inverted, varying shades of green and violet. The wave violently consumed all it mowed down. Everything was a varying, distorted array of colors. Until that same wave shrank down and retreated to the entity responsible for conjuring it faster than anyone could react.

And the sound it accompanied was a sickening volume, followed by the noise of ticking that slowly distorted to a lower tone.

And everything shuttered to silence.

Pure, undisturbed silence.

Everything. The environment. The sky. The train. The rails. Everywhere.

Dull. Lifeless. Empty...

Frozen.

The dulled out colours are not even the strangest thing that happened to the whole surroundings. Everything was stopped. The train no longer cranked its rods. It no longer moved. The puff of smoke coughed out by its whistle stayed in place, unable to move about and for a reason did not dissipate away as it usually does. And Scootaloo.

Scootaloo was frozen right on the spot. Still crouched down, eyes still shut.

And Jotaro Kujo was the only person moving in this frozen state of the environment. And he successfully performed what he intended to do with his Stand.

He stopped time.

And in accordance to all objects adhering with the flow of time, they too are unable to move within the stopped time.

And Jotaro casually walked about into Scootaloo's still crouching form, and in that spare moments he has, he muttered,

"Yare yare daze. I stopped time. This would allow me ample time to board the train with this kid before everything moves again. Again, I could only stop time for 5 seconds."

He wrapped his left hoof around the frozen filly, holding her beside him in his jacket, as he continued,

"I shouldn't be wasting anymore time. Gotta need to get our ass on this train before the fifth second hits.", and that's the last thing Jotaro Kujo would mutter as he took one last good look at the train he froze in place, carrying the still-crouching filly in his grip, Star Platinum hovering by his side.

Scootaloo slipped her eyes open.

And upon returning back to her normal vision, she no longer felt sand and dust on her foot. And the first thing she glimpsed was green.

A green floor.

And then, she shot herself up, muttering a gasp, as her head jeered around to analyze her surroundings. It was there, without an utterance of question, that she was no longer in the hot, empty wasteland she was in seconds ago. Instead, she was inside a room. No...

She is now lying down inside the train.

The train that they were chasing the whole time. And she thought she mysteriously just popped there out of nowhere.

Surrounded by a corridor lined by flat, long couches, lanterns perched just above them, and ponies.

Ponies bustling up and about. She observed them minding their own businesses. Some just rested on their sides on the seats, some walked past her throughout the area, some read newspapers, and some chatted amongst one another. And the ambience produced is the chugging noise of the train. Continuous, non-stop chugging.

And before she could even utter a question for herself, she was met by loud rumbling hoofsteps growing more audible and stopping just few inches from her body. Then, carrying her gaze and head up closer to the ceiling, she flinched, her eyes widened a bit in surprise to see the bold, imposing figure of Jotaro Kujo, with an expression to match his stature, as he gazed down at her lying form, eyes seemingly spelling murder in its features. In contrast to his fearsome appearance, he simply said,

"Welcome aboard, kid."

It was at the moment that Scootaloo had realized that, she didn't just have popped in the train from out of thin air. Rather, it had something to do with her companion, Jotaro Kujo, finding a way to get himself and the filly on board the locomotive. And after a soft, shocked gasp, she asked,

"Was that you?

Wait a minute here. We didn't just flew into the train without me doing anything about it. That could only mean one thing...

Was this the work of your fighting ghost's superpowers?!"

Instead of a simple, coherent answer, all that the filly got was a hard, stoic reply from the big stallion.

"Shut up. Everybody's gonna hear you scream around here, they'll see you as crazy. Now stop talking and take a seat. We've got a long way ahead of us."

Although a little upset, Scootaloo nonetheless complied. She stood up, turned behind and galloped into the nearest empty seat she could take, close by a wide oval window staring out in the open paronama.

But not before turning back to the stallion responsible for finally taking her back to her family, thanking him with a joyful smile,

"Thank you, JoJo. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it back from that stupid desert. Now I finally get to see my big sis, this is so awesome! She wouldn't believe what I've been through today! I wish you'd meet them. Well.. if you want. That could've been way cooler."

And Jotaro Kujo didn't speak a word. He did not respond. Not even a twitch of a hoof or a squint of an eye. Instead, his bold, thick eyes kept glazed out, watching the filly hop blithely into her seat, resting on her hind quarters and behaving like a pre-school child, staring out in the open window. Likewise, all he could do at this time is blow out a sigh and word out his relaxed mood by uttering,

"Yare yare daze."

He parted and went to his own empty seat waiting to be occupied, and a nearby oval window hanging above it that exposes the interior of the train against the outside wilderness. Jotaro contemplated about the dimensions of the couch, and thought,

I have to lay on my sides on this? Tsk. I guess this seat was built specifically on ponies' bodies and not a human's.

*sigh*

Now I hate this body even more.

Jotaro's hooves stepped on the soft, but comfortable surface of his flat seat, before tersely laying down flat coming to a well-earned rest on his belly, his back legs folding about against it, his hind hoof drooping uncomfortably off the edges of the seat. And he rested his left hoof against his jaw as he gazed over the window, and shot out towards the wide, spectacular sight before him. It did not deter him at the least, as it seemed.

Steep, rolling snowlines, green grassy hills, massive towering boulders and strange-looking clouds are the variety of features that this panoramic view could offer to him, and they are slowly jeering away past his field of vision as the train passed its next course. Jotaro's gaze is steady, unmoving, aloof, yet calm and relaxed. These features didn't caught his interest in the slightest.

Although it caused him slight discomfort, it was all he needed to get some form of respite after what it took a day trying to deliver a lost child baack to her friends. It was a long, ardous trek, it drained him of his stamina, and almost his willpower. He was only lucky that he gets a free ride on a train that just happens to pass by him. However, he never brought a ticket with him, unfortunately.

"Sir?"

Until JoJo heard a voice rang out behind him.

He didn't respond to this voice, who was feminine. He didn't actually move a muscle. He didn't shift his gaze behind him to the source of the voice. He still stared ahead, refusing to latch off his own state of tranquil. He didn't need to twitch his ear nor swivel around to see who was calling him. Just hearing the voice alone was Jotaro very much certain about who was calling him out behind.

Though he heard, he completely ignored the calls of a female train stewardess standing just aft of his seating area.

"Sir. Can I have your ticket please?"

Jotaro didn't respond. His body still leaning towards the window. The stewardess once more tried to get his attention, asking in again and again for his ticket. And yet these words faltered in deaf ears.

Either the strange passenger is deaf or that he ignored her pleas on purpose.

"Sir, if I can't see a ticket around your pocket, then I'm afraid you have to be leaving this trai-", the stewardess' threats were instantly cut off when Jotaro promptly turned to face her, but with a more displeased, brazenly hostile and cynical scowl across his features. And he yelled,

"SHUT UP! WHY DON'T YOU PISS OFF AND SWALLOW A TICKET, YOU BITCH!!"

The voice emitted was loud, gruff, and to a large extent, incredibly intimidating. Like stakes pierced to the heart, the stewardess fliched out of pure, resonating shock, having felt the sharp vulgarity of Jotaro's voice blow past her body. It sent chills running down her spine as the stewardess' heart began palpitating. Just being yelled alone by this stranger terrified the mare to her very core.

And amongst the silence, the background passengers heard it all. They were all in a mix of reactions from their features. Some murmured amongst each other, some of which were openly frightened and shocked, and some just kept silence and minded their own ends, featuring they'd be yelled at by this stranger just like with the stewardess. And Scootaloo's hoof rose to cover her mouth in utter shock.

Jotaro Kujo kept his fearsome gaze on the stewardess, teeth barring against each other, and to add more to his terrifying facade, he snarled at her.

The terrified stewardess forced her fears down her innards, sweat trickling from down her cap as she merely answered,

"A-a-a-alright, sir. I'll just leave you here on your seat. I'll just go look for tickets elsewhere. Sorry to have distrubed you. Now if you excuse me..."

Laughing sheepishly, the stewardess backpedalled away and headed off to the next passenger for tickets, and Jotaro went back to gazing out in the open window from his seat, exhaling a sigh as he lowered his mood. He was calm again.
And he didn't even exhibited a bit of concern at the possible growing suspicion or discern from the passengers shifting in his direction. Though he practically became the center of attention, he ignored all gossip comming from them. He didn't care. Not an inch.

All that mattered to him is the destination. Single-minded at that, he duly never broke from that focus.

In his mind, Jotaro felt that it was the only way to get rid of the stewardess and then get himself and the filly to her friends uninterrupted. They nearly died on that perilous walk on the desert and they just got their lucky shot boarding a train to get all the respite they need. And he won't let anyone take that chance away and go back into breaking their legs pedaling towards their destination.

And his gaze turned away from the rugged panorama of mountains, hills, waterfalls and clouds, and slightly in front of him as a station looming in the distance slowly grew closer and closer.

And the train is heading towards it at full speed.

--To Be Continued-->