My stand

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Characters

The world

An Powerfully built, mute, muscular humanoid, often depicted with grey skin and gold armor or yellow coloring, featuring a distinctive slanting headpiece covering its face, diving cylinders on its back, heart motifs on its chin/knees, and clock-like designs on its hands/shoulder

Intro

The sun filtered through the blinds in thin, dusty slats, casting a familiar pattern across my bedspread. It was 7:15 AM—exactly when the internal clock I’d spent years perfecting usually kicked in. The morning routine was a well-worn groove. I moved through the kitchen with eyes half-closed, the scent of toasted bread and the rhythmic clinking of a cereal spoon against ceramic providing the soundtrack to another predictable Tuesday. It wasn't until I stood in the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to finally shake the last of the sleep away, that I saw it. Tilted just under the jawline on the left side of my neck was a faint, violet-tinted mark. It was shaped like a perfect five-pointed star. I rubbed at it with my thumb, expecting it to smudge like ink, but it stayed firm. "Must have slept on something weird," I muttered to the mirror. I didn't have time to dwell on a skin irritation; I had a schedule to keep. I headed to the hall closet, pulling out my mountain bike. It was a tight fit next to the coats, but it was my only ticket out of this quiet neighborhood. I swung my leg over the frame and pedaled off, the wind biting at my ears as I took the shortcut through the industrial district. The air grew cooler as I coasted down the concrete slope leading under the Interstate bridge. I usually flew right through the shadows, but something caught the light—a flash so brilliant it forced me to squeeze the brakes. Lying in the dirt, surrounded by graffiti and discarded gravel, was an arrow. It looked ancient yet untouched, its head crafted from a shimmering, polished gold that seemed to glow in the gloom of the underpass. I reached out, my fingers hovering inches from the cold metal, when the air around me seemed to vibrate. A voice, heavy and resonant, echoed off the concrete pillars, though there wasn't a soul in sight. "The heritage of your bloodline has been dormant for too long," the voice hissed, vibrating in my very marrow. "The star has signaled the time. Pick it up. Answer the call and awaken what lies within. Let the arrow pierce the veil." I looked from the golden tip to the mark on my neck, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, the voice says "you are a Joestar, a bloodline whos destiny is to protect humanity from evil

The world

After you stab yourself with the arrow, going through a rollercoaster of unimaginable things, you look behind you to see your stand, The World, looking back at you