GaGi's Bizarre Adventure

by DanatTheSmartass

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, Anon, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Equestria Girls, Mystery, Gilda, Main 7 (EqG), Profanity, Adventure, Violence, Slice of Life, Crossover
Length: 6132

A bizarre man, comes into a town of Canterlot, looking for parts of a corpse. But will he able to prevail?

Gall Anonim, a descendant of Naples Royal Guard, arrives in a town of Canterlot, in search for the parts of the Holy Saints corpse. Through sheer luck and his unique skills, he manages to defeat local Punk and Badass Bitch #1. With her help he begin his search, meeting many obstacles and hardships on his way.

This story is a crossover between JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, mainly Part 7 and Part 8 and Equestria Girls.
This is also my third attempt at JoJo story, first one being a FanFic on here, the other one was a greentext on /mlp/ in JoJo general.
This is somewhat of a rewrite of the Greentext, but the only thing that I kept is it being in EqG universe and the MC's name.

If you want to become a proofreader, I can't pay you, but hey, just say so.

Published 2021-03-31 19:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-04-02 22:04:44 UTC

Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time in Canterlot

Some people are just found by trouble without having to look for them, even if they really just want to spend some time alone in a quiet place.
Most of the street lamps weren’t reaching into this part of the park, where Anon sat, leaving the place bathed in a deep blue darkness. One could only hope that such places would be quiet in the middle of the night. Trees slowly shimmered with the gentle, yet chilly breeze, spreading the smell of grass and trees around, it was easy to get lost in the peace and tranquility of this moment.

Thwack.

A tennis ball bounced back from the wall, breaking the silence. Bounced again, this time from the ground itself and back into Anon’s hand.
Another throw, though it didn’t have full attention, the ball still bounced cleanly and was easily catched, yet the thrower seemed to bee stuck in deep thought, throwing the ball, again and again, his eyes planted on scribblings in the dirt before him, a map of the city of Canterlot. More importantly on small dots which were on the map with words: spine, heart and left leg, written next to them. With each bounce of his tennis ball, a gentle ripple caused the dirt to slightly shift. Each shift caused, with each shift, the dot labeled as Skull seemed to move a bit.
It was a friday night and people possibly still wandered the streets. Anon assumed that the reason why he was dragged to this city was those parts being gathered here. From what it looked like, they weren’t in one place, so it was improbable that a single person had them all.

The next throw wasn’t aimed at the wall, striking the dirt drawing, making most of it unreadable. With that, Anon stood up from the bench he was sitting on and dusted off his jeans. Fixed up his leather jacket a bit and started walking out of the park. He wasn’t going to follow the trail of the skull for now, it was getting late and he still planned on catching some Z’s. With one last thwock, Anon catched his tennis ball, pocketed it and started walking towards the park exit.
The trouble will find him, it always does.

Clanking of bottles could be throughout the whole buildsite, followed by loud laughter. temporarily drowning out the playing music.
Gilda lighted up another of her cigarettes, still chuckling from a joke said by one of her pals. Her eyes wandered lazily around, gazing at multiple empty beer bottles and empty vodka one. She took a long whiff and sat on the short stone fence. Unfinished hotel was her favourite place to spend evenings in. Certainly it was much better than just being home. Some of the guys seemed to be on their third beer, causing some of them to turn violent, wanting to go and fight someone, of course none of them ever would try and fight her, because she would beat them up, but they’ll probably go and look for troubles by themselves.
For now, one of them just seemed to present his fighting technique by shadowboxing.
“Stop showing off Jack, you’re gonna hurt yourself more than you’ll hurt the air.” Gilda mocked with a shit eating grin on her face.
“Hey fuck off, Imma use it on some fucker today I just feel it!” he retaliated with a proud look on his face.
Gilda just chuckled. She liked them but they were bunch of dumb dweebs a lot of time. At least they dressed good. Not as good as her, but still. Much more style than the dumb dweebs back in highschool. When she still attended it, she hated how everyone looked like a kiddie cartoon character.

Everyone’s heads turned towards the sound of something bouncing off the pavement. Cops wouldn’t be ideal right now.
Despite having eyes used to dark by now it still was hard to make out a shape of whoever was there. Soon enough though, some tall dweeb in leather with a ponytail started walking their direction, probably using the place as a shortcut from the park. Unluckily for him, it would seem that Jack will be right tonight.
He seemed to ignore the group of punks standing around.
Gilda took another whiff of her cigarette and put one leg on another, this would be interesting.

One of the punks crossed the guy's path, stopping him.
“Nice Jacket.” he said with a shit eating grin as the rest seemed to circle around him.
No response. “You’re deaf fucker?”
long haired guy seemingly was about a head taller than most of the other guys around him, but he still was only one person.
The man sighed and took out earphones.
“Look bitch, you have two choices here, take it off and give it to me along your wallet, or I’ll break your face and just take it.”
Jack cracked his knuckles, ready for a brawl. Even hoping for it.
“What will it be, princess?” they seemed to laugh at the joke.

“You’re gonna share my jacket between five guys? I know you're a bunch of midgets, but are you sure it will fit you all?” the taller guy took out his other hand out of his pocket with a shimmering purple line wrapped around one of his fingers, which slowly uncoiled and fell to the ground disappearing. It would seem only Gilda noticed that, which caused her to bend forward, with newfound interest in the whole debacle.
Tall gun bounced his ball again, this time it seemed to weirdly grind at the ground before bouncing up.
Punk standing in front of him seemed to grind his teeth.
“Oh, I hope you have a fitting suit smartass, you’re gonna need it for your funeral.”
As soon as he said that, he tried to grab the ball that was in the air, but something rather weird happened, his arm suddenly twisted, alongside with his legs causing him to fall to the ground which the taller guy used to walk further and turn around standing now much more surely on his legs. The small spikes on his jacket's shoulders glowed in the dim moonlight as he grabbed the tennis ball out of the air with his left hand and changed his stance so that right side of his body was facing them, when with right he mimicked a motion of a cowboy reading for a duel and swatted the jacket away, while holding his hand with a ball there.
“All right then cocksuckers. I don’t have all night but I can give you what you are asking for! This is your chance to skedaddle out of here or you’ll witness the worst dick twisting in your life!” it was hard to say if it was a threat since his smile was shining brightly for the whole whole time he was saying that.

They were confused at first but soon enough one of them tried to step forward, Anon squeezed the tennis ball tighter and threw it, missing his head by a few inches to which the punk laughed and called him a dumbass. Anon didn’t move however, his stance still strong, but he did shift his right arm to be now in front of him, in a bit of a guard, his left arm still near his belt.
As soon as the punk stepped near his fallen comrade, his body suddenly sprung back, backhanding him with a forced motion and knocking him down, then falling back down again. Seeing that Anon raised his chin higher.
“Well? Who’s next? Two down, three more to go.” Anon traced a small semicircle as he started walking towards the right, watching the remaining punks with a sly grin on his face, trying to make his pace unpredictable.
They didn’t seem to care however, all three suddenly rushing him, no doubt trying to avenge their beaten up colleagues. This time Anon had to shift his stance, to something more brawl ready. Blocking up one of the swings and dodging the second one, sadly the third one still caught him in the stomach, making him sway backwards a bit.

Gilda followed the tennis ball he threw with her eyes, it missed sure, but it was still somehow weird, with how it took out Blue.
Landing squarely in the gutter, the bottom part of it, and disappearing in it for way too long. She turned back to the fight and observed how knocked out Blue seemingly had a spasm and twisted back up, hitting Jack square in the jaw. He didn’t get to use his fighting style he trained so hard.
Gilda took another whiff of her cigarette, watching the punch in the stomach the guy just suffered. He did seem to quickly retaliate with a kick in the shin. Though it wasn’t very effective as probably most of the combat boots wearers from the town met up here and decided to brawl.
Another punch, this time Anon countered it by grabbing the arm and punching his opponent in the face, then took another few steps back.
Suddenly a loud ruckus came out of the gutter and the tennis ball flew right back towards them, with impressive speed soon hitting one other punk in the back.

The shirt on his back seemingly whirled itself, forming a circular pattern, which followed to the back of his neck, as the spinning tennis ball was held squarely on his back, seemingly defying physics in still sticking to him.
The punk’s body twisted and his spasm caused him to hit his friend in the face with both of his hands. Soon after that, the motion stopped and his body seemed to unwind, but the motion still held up, now hitting the second one in the face. Knocking all three to the ground.
With that Gilda pressed the burning end of her cig to the stone and got up. Fixed up her pilot jacket and gently patted the feathery collar on it.
“Cool show Dweeb.” she observed as the guy picked up his tennis ball from the ground. “Name’s Gilda, and from what I’ve seen so far, you have the same type of ability as I do.”
Her hair was much shorter than Anon’s, but they seemed to start moving on their own as the golden-purple aura surrounded her, same went for the feathers of her collar and the loose hanging end of a belt she had. Few sparks flew up, forming a shape with a burst of hot air and flames, sharp edges formed into a metallic creature with a somewhat birdlike design. Golden claws on the arms and a feathery collar were still present, alongside a part of wings that seemed to form something more akin to a cape.

Her mouth formed a sharp grin as the mixture of purple gold and silver pointed at Anon, as she put on a pair of yellow, fingerless gloves and cracked her knuckles.
“Oo, this will be interesting.” stretching his right arm towards her, as dozens of purple, shimmering lines formed all going towards the floor and scattering in various directions.
Soon enough a purple glow followed and his hair also seemingly started moving in an invisible breeze. A nebulous mist left the arm which quickly took the shape of a cloaked, figure with a face looking more like a bronze statue of a bearded man, clock looking more like a night sky, most of the head covered by a roman looking helmet, similar to the one centurions wore, made out of red material. The Plume however, instead of being made out of hair, seemed to be made out of wires forming a similar shape, with small chains hanging off them, on which small stars made a shape of constellations. Ever shifting. The arms and chest seemed to be covered in ornate armour, barely visible under the nebulous cloak.
Anon plucked one of the threads from his hand and dropped it to the ground.
“Let’s see now” the figure grabbed another thread as Anon squeezed the tennis ball in his hand tighter.

||/=To be Continued=>

Chapter 2: Aggressive Girl vs Nostradamus

Gilda looked at the newly materialized stand floating behind Anon’s with interest, her eyes darting from time to time towards the ball that he was squeezing and back at the cloaked figure.
“Well. I told you my name, now it’s your turn. Or should I just keep calling you a Dweeb?” her face stuck in a perpetual grin.
“Gall Anonim. Just Anon or just Gall is fine though.” said Gall, shifting his weight slightly and again begun tracing a semicircle with his steps, around Gilda. His eyes glowed slightly, alongside the stand behind him and the small cross shapes became visible, though barely. This light quickly disappeared and his eyes started darting around looking for possible targets, when Gilda’s stand just kept pointing at him.
“Don’t expect me to let you do your tricks Gall. I saw what you did with that ball and I’m going to get rid of it!” she threatened, the wings of her stand turned out to be made out of exhaust pipes that shoot out a flame, sparks and smoke.
Anon on the other hand, coiled one of the sparkly strings around his finger.

As soon as that happened, with a great thud, she launched herself forward by having her stand kick the ground behind her with enough force to send her towards Anon with great speed.
Having little time to react, Anon raised his guard blocking one of the punches thrown by her but getting hit in the face by the second one. Her punch was strong enough to knock him backwards a bit, combining that with the fact that she didn’t even use her stand and had metal studs on her gloves, Gall started feeling he lost a tooth.
He didn’t have enough time to check though because just as quickly as she punched him, her stand grabbed him by the left wrist and with a downwards motion struck the arm with enough force to force the elbow out of its socket and cleave the skin off, leaving him armless.
A horrific howl left his lungs, both from shock at the sheer brutality and power of her stand.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out the string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
She didn’t seem to be too worried about that and she again launched herself towards Gall with a powerful kick, though now prepared, he knew where would it aim and quickly rolled to the side, following it by a quick throw of his baseball at Gilda, which much to his dismay, grabbed it with her stand and dashed again, this time Anon tried to use his stand to block the advance but soon enough his stomach was pierced by a powerful fist. The last thing he did was spitting at her face with blood.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out a string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
She pondered for a moment watching him try and circle around her but quickly launched herself again towards Gall with a powerful kick.
Same as the previous time, Anon dodged it by rolling to the side and threw the ball yet again, this time not aiming at Gilda, but rather the ground next to her.
The vibrations caused by the spinning throw loosen her footing a bit and her next jump was easily avoidable, as it didn’t go in the direction she planned. Her face shifted towards anger as she missed her mark, as Gall grabbed his ball Again, but soon enough the metallic wings opened and flames and hot air shot out from the exhausts caused her to mitigate this and land perfectly behind Anon.
He wasn’t ready for another charge though, this one boosted by the wings caused him to get hit in the face hard enough to break his nose.
Not good, because she soon raised her fist to strike again.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out a string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
Her eyes focused on the strings for a moment, but soon again, the same dance repeated: launch, dodge, throw, miss. This time however before she could charge again, Anon threw his tennis ball at the ground, which started spinning quickly raising up the thick clouds of dust and ash. She didn’t dash this time, so Gall decided to go on the offensive, throwing the tennis ball out of the smoke, which Gilda deflected with her stand. Her eyes were still filled with dust however and she still got punched in the face by Anon. She blocked the second one, next strike was aimed at her stomach which also hit, but before he could swing again, her stand swung its arm wildly, scratching the Galls face, which she quickly used to grab him by the neck and throw him towards the nearest wall.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out a string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
Her eyes focused on the strings again and she seemed to count them, before shaking her head, the actions repeated.
Launch
Dodge
Throw
Miss
Smokescreen
Punching.
This time he knew from where the wild swings would come so he used this to move to the side and grab his ball again. The next throw was aimed at the wall, where he landed previously. The ball bounced and struck her in the back, causing her body to whirl for a quick moment, before she struck it with her stand and it became normal again.
“Slippery fucker!” she yelled as her stand grabbed a piece of steel reinforcement and threw it at Anon.
“Oh shi…” he couldn’t finish as metal pierced his neck.

Anon suddenly opened his eyes and ripped out a string he coiled around his finger, dropping it to the ground. He still circled Gilda, a phantom pain was still there, but it quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and grabbed another thread.
Gilda focused on the strings but didn’t say anything, instead she opted to do the same actions as before.
This time, Gall knew from where the makeshift spear would come and he ducked out of the way. She didn’t charge again, this time opting to make use of more of the reinforcements, but Anon seemingly managed to dodge all of them. It seemed like he knew exactly what she would do.
Without ammo left, she gritted her teeth angrily, producing some sparks and she charged at full power.. She managed to reach him and grab him with her stand, dragging him through the ground, only to throw him at the wall and start beating his face into a pulp.

Anon opened his eyes slowly and ripped out the second to last string coiled around his finger.
Gilda knew something was up, just as she blinked, a multitude of strings became but one, Anon seemed to grin stupidly while wrapping it around his finger. But this didn’t stop Gilda, she charged. But each time Anon dodge, she notices small pieces of string lying in places he left. Some of them were even wrapped around the metal she threw at him. She was pissed. He was toying with her, and she was angry. She could feel her anger boil in her, which caused her to be able to release the full force of her stand in this last attack.
She not only missed, but the tennis ball she lost the sight of jumped up just as she was flying and struck her in the stomach. Causing her body to twist and hit the ground, even with using her stand to minimize the impact, she still felt it as her body flew through the ground, hitting her back against the wall.
Her eyes started closing on themself, but the last thing she saw was Gall sighing a sigh of relief and sitting on the ground.
“Fucking finally. Jesus… that was painful…”
He? FELT PAIN?!
And with that thought, Gilda lost her consciousness

Gilda had a weird dream, she killed Anon, multiple times, each of the was followed by her getting back to the place she was before and him plucking a new string. Then it happened again, but each time she reached further and further. Did she really want to kill him? Or hurt him so badly?
She didn’t have time to think about it as her dream abruptly ended. Her head was resting on a rolled up leather jacket and she was lying on her side, on a… bed made out of shirts of the rest of the guys she was hanging up with.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she noticed she was lying on the ground, still on the abandoned buildsite.
Anon was sitting on the same stone fence she was on before, drinking one of the beers and shaking his head after each sip.
As soon as he noticed Gilda was awake, he smiled brightly.
“I had a feeling you’re tough as nails!” he said happily. “But your beer taste is fucking horrible. Or maybe it’s just american beers in general. Well anyway, how you feelin’? Head’s all right?” a weird question for someone you just beaten up in a fight, so Gilda decided to not answer for now, just slowly reached into her pocket and grabbed another cigarette. “You should be all right, though I am not fully sure if you didn’t suffer a concussion. I know the human body very well but… you know, some stuff just needs a doctor's attention.”

“Also, you fucked me up good ya know. Good job girl.” Anon smiled towards her again,
She gritted her teeth again.
“Fuck you. How the fuck I fucked you up good? Huh?!” Gilda barked angrily towards him, trying to slowly get up, despite the pain in her chest. Gall just laughed at her question.
“You killed, maimed or beaten me bloody at least twenty times during this fight. Well… Not me, but I had to really try and find the correct path to beat you up. Some of them I don’t even remember. I’m going to be so hungover tomorrow, for now though… if you can be so angry, you’re probably fine.”
Gilda pondered his words. So… her dreams weren’t just dreams and those strings… they were all the lives he had? Or something like that? So she almost killed him back there? For real?
“I saw you wasting all those strings before, what makes you think I won’t just kill you now?” she threatened and got up. To which, Anon also got up and started walking towards her.
“You can’t really waste them, I just found the correct one. I’m not always this unlucky that I need so many attempts at a fight.”
He picked up his jacket from the ground and put it on.
“Where are the guys?” Gilda asked looking at the shirts lying on the ground.
“Ran away as soon as they woke up, some time after our fight.” he answered, untying his hair and shaking them a bit, to get rid of the dust.
“Pssh. Figures, fuckers ran away and left me alone. Some friends they were. Fucking bastards.” she said walking towards the stone fence and sitting on it. Anon sat next to her and opened a beer for her, with what looked to be a ring-bottle opener.
“Eh, look at the bright side, you have me now!” he said as the two clanked their bottles together and both took a swing.
“That’s a bright side? I’m afraid of what’s the dark side then.”
Both of them shared a chuckle.

||/=To be Continued=>

Chapter 3: Old Bonds

Cheap family dinners were a great place for people coming back from a party.
People never asked why you look like shit, food was cheap and full of fat, on top of that, this specific dinner had one of the only people that Gilda still considered a friend, working here.
It wasn’t the worst she ever felt though, sure, she was somewhat bruised and had a blackeye, but she looked worse before.
Her eyes wandered slowly through the dinner, stopping for a moment on Gabby, sitting behind the counter with a bored look on her face.
Gilda looked at the clock on the wall and frowned, she was supposed to meet Anon here half an hour ago, but it would seem that he stood her up.
“Why did I even bother…” she shook her head, reading herself to get up, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ringing as someone entered.
Gall entered the dinner looking like someone who just left a freshly dug grave. His skin was much paler, unkempt hair tied into a ponytail and eyes covered by round sunglasses. He also moved somewhat more sluggishly. But he did seem to spot Gilda and walked towards her.
“Sorry I’m late.” he grumbled and sat in front of her.
“You look like shit. How the fuck that happened? You seemed pretty spry yesterday.” she asked and took a sip of her water.
“ My stand burns through my energy pretty quickly, but I usually can keep going thanks to adrenaline.” he said and rested his head on his arm. “I told you I used it a lot when we fought.”
Gilda nodded.
“Aight Dweeb. Thanks to you I have a blackeye now, so I’m gonna order us something, but you pay.” she said getting up. “I’ll get you something with a lot of sugar. You look like you need it.” with that, she walked towards the counter leaving Anon alone.

Gall decided to use this moment and check some things on the phone. Mainly a map of Canterlot, trying to remember in which places he saw those dots on the map yesterday. It looked somewhat different with more detail, but it seemed one place was near the local high school. That would probably be his next target, if not for the fact it would be weird for him to hang around a school. While he wasn’t sure that Gilda wasn’t still attending, he assumed she didn’t. But maybe she knew someone that still did.
“Nah… that won’t work… she probably doesn’t walk to talk to them anymore…” he murmured looking up at a ceiling fan.
Soon enough Gilda came back to the table carrying two cups of black coffee.
“There you go Dweeb.” she said putting one in front Anon who raised his eyebrow and took off his sunglasses.
“I thought I gave you my name so you wouldn’t call me Dweeb.” he said. She only smirked as a response and took a sip.
Gall shook his head and added a few spoons of sugar and mixed it around for a bit before taking a sip.
“, Whatever, that’s not the point now. You called this power a stand, yes?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s basically how most people I know called it. So you never named yours?” Anon asked, taking another sip of the coffee.
“No, never met anyone with something similar so I never knew I should name it.” Gilda answered pointing at Gall with a spoon. “What did you name yours?”
“「Nostradamus」” Anon looked towards the spoon, then towards Gilda herself. “We should name yours. What about 「Aggressive Girl」?” he proposed now pointing his spoon at her.
She leaned forward, frowning at him still holding her spoon, before suddenly giving him a coy smile and leaned backwards.
“Cool name, I like it.” she grinned at him.

The next hour or so the two were consumed by an idle chit chat, Gilda even showed off some of her tattoos to Anon, overall a great way to spend a morning together. After some time they left the dinner with two takeout coffees.
“Anyway, why did you want to meet with me again?” Gilda asked.
“Well. Explain one thing and ask something else.” Gall took off his sunglasses. “Try to look at a thing on my left eye, right beneath the iris.” He opened his eyelids more with his fingers and bended slightly over, so Gilda could see into his eye easier.
She squinted and moved her face closer to Anon’s face.
“Clairvoyance…” she murmured and moved away. “You have a fucking tatoo on your eye?!”
Anon shook his head.
“This is the reason I have my stand. This is a… Eye of the Saint. A part of a corpse from a Saint which granted me Nostradamus. This is why I’m here. There are at least three other corpse parts in this town and I have to find them. I want your help with that.”
Gilda just shook her head.
“And why would I do that? I don’t owe you nothing.” she said, her face taking on a serious look. Gall just put on his sunglasses back and shrugged.
“I just like you, you know the town, you’re really strong. That’s the main reason, there’s also the fact that you have a great sense of style and that is always appreciated. But you are right, you don’t owe me anything, from your point of view, there’s no reason for you to help me.”
Gilda took a deep breath and crossed arms on her chest. She looked downwards, looking deep in thought.
“All right Dweeb. I’ll help you.” she said and looked at Gall. He was about to say something, but she put up her arm to silence her. “On two conditions.” Anon nodded slowly, listening to her carefully. “You’ll owe me one and you’ll not be able to refuse it, that’s one. And two, if I ever decide that I don’t want to do it anymore, I can just leave and you won’t be able to stop me. No guilt tripping bullshit. No begging, nothing like that.”

It was Anon’s turn to take a deep breath, but he nodded.
“Very well. I agree to those terms, you’ll help me, in exchange for one favour and being able to leave if you wish.”
Gilda relaxed a bit and put her hands into the pockets. Thankfully, the tension was somewhat relieved.
“Aight, so what are we doing to find this… corpse.” she asked as they both started walking again.
“One of the parts is in local highschool, Canterlot High I think. At least it is somewhere in the building. That’s the easiest one for now.” Gilda nodded hearing the answer. She took out her phone and started scrolling through some stuff.
“I assume you want to find a nice and easy way in? I can do that. I know one girl. I don’t like her much anymore, but it doesn’t mean I can’t use her.” she grinned. “Give me your number and I’ll call you later, we’ll probably have to hang out with her and her dumb friends, but it’ll be worth it. We'll find that corpse of yours.”
Anon agreed to Gilda’s plan. It’s a good thing she said, she’ll call later, because now, he probably wouldn’t be able to do it. Still tired from using his power yesterday.

True to her word, Gilda called the next day, she was also right with having to hang out with her friend. Apparently, they were still in highschool and while Anon wouldn’t do that by himself, if Gilda knew them, he would be just basically seen as her “extra” or something like that.
They were to meet after school on Monday, around 5 pm and this time, Anon put more effort to actually meet with Gilda on time. Leaving much earlier, since he still didn’t know the town layout too well. Soon enough however, he found her sitting on a small bench, smoking again, with a rather displeased look on her face.
“You’re waiting for long?” Gall asked sitting next to her to what she jumped up a bit and looked at him shocked.
“Holy fuck Dweeb. How the fuck did you sneak up on me?” she asked, still looking like she was recently jumpscared.
“I have many skills. Looking into possible futures to see how to fight someone is just one of them.” he gave her a coy look. She just scoffed and got back to smoking, looking annoyed.
“By the way, Gall. The shit with the tennis ball, is this also the stand?” she asked after a moment.
“No. That’s something that is something that is taught in my family. My great, great...something, grandfather was part of the Royal Guard in Naples. That’s one of the techniques that they used, developed a long time ago. It’s kinda a thing in my family line now, that they teach the eldest kid how to use this technique. It’s called a Spin and trust me, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

A blue cabriolet stopped in front of you and Gilda, with some rainbow haired girl behind the wheel, sitting behind her was some pink haired girl that looked like she was about to die from fear.
“That’s our ride…” Gilda murmured under her breath and got up, putting on a more cheeky and somewhat cheerful expression while throwing out her cigarette. “Sup Dash. How’s life been for ya?” they fistbumped and Gilda walked towards the opposite side and jumped inside. “Good of you to keep shotgun clear for me.” Anon walked towards the car.
“Not gonna introduce me?”
“Yeah yeah, that’s Gall. Gall this is Rainbow Dash.” then she pointed to the pink haired girl. “Dunno what’s her name.”
“That’s Fluttershy. Nice to meet you dude.” Said Rainbow Dash. You nodded towards them.
“Pleasure’s all mine.” with that Anon got into the car, next to the Flutter girl. She did flutter all right. And she was shy, so her name was fitting. “So, where are we going?”
“T...the mall…” it was barely a whisper, but Anon still managed to hear it.
“Let’s go! Gilda, you can control the radio!” Rainbow Dash seemed really excited with the prospect of hanging out.

Gall was expecting something much worse, like having to drag their clothes they bought behind them or something, instead, they’ve spent most of the time in music’s shop looking at guitars.
While Gall wasn’t into playing, he still liked it very much and since they also had some records in here, he had something to do. Sadly, that was only most of the time. They still wanted to do some clothes shopping, which meant Anon had to wait for them to change and give them his opinion.
This didn’t last for long however as soon enough the entire group was sitting in a dinner, waiting for their food.
“So, Dashie, you got what I asked you for?” the atmosphere suddenly thickened, the cheerful talk replaced by stern looks as Anon was sipping on his coke.
“Yeah… but you promised you’ll explain to me why you need that?” said Rainbow seriously to what Gilda sighed.
“When I was still a student there, the PE teacher took my goddamn bracelet and I never got it back, and I really want it. It was a gift. And I know for a fact that this sleezy fuck will not give it back because he hates me.” she said, gritting through her teeth.
“Well all right… I get it… but I… I mean we’re going to go with you. To help you guys.” said Rainbow. Much to apparent dismay of Fluttershy and Gilda.
“Look, it’s sweet of you that you want to help your friend in something but, trust us, we don’t need any help.” Anon said after a moment. Gilda did look at him, but he just glared daggers at her.
“Look dude, I know gilda for a long time, and I’m going to help her whether you like it or not.”
“Kurwa…” left Anon’s lips as he took a sip of his coke. It was barely audible, but Fluttershy still looked at him. “Just don’t get in our way.” he said, cursing to himself mentally. This was not part of the plan.

||/=To be Continued=>