(Years ago.....)

Joan: *sniff* *sobbing*

Joey: Hey... Hey, what's wrong?

Finding his daughter on the roof of their apartment, crying, Joey quickly came to her side.

Joan: *sniff* It doesn't matter, it not like you care...

Joey: I do care, princess.

Joan: No you don't! Else why are you and mom always gone!?

Joan: You always leave me with them! And with some incompetent idiot!

Joan: I'm always the one who has to take care of the boys! And you have no idea how hard it is...

Joan: And I don't know what I'm doing... John is probably going to end up a crazy person and Jordan in jail with the crowd he hangs around with....

Joan: And it's all going to be my fault....

Joey:...

Joey: I'm not going anywhere.

Joan: Don't lie... I know you have to.

Joey: No. I decided right here and now. I'm going to stay.

Joan: Hm? Just like that?

Joey: Yep. Just like that.

Joey:(stretches) I could use a vacation... What'd ya say you and me go to Coney island for a bit?

Joan: Like... Right now?

Joey: Don't worry. It'll be like no time has past at all. No one noticed.

Joey: There and back, in a snap!

*SNAP*

(Present day)

*CLANK*

The hinges of the celler were snapped after Joan kicked them in and entered the churches underbelly. Discovering an area that was ripped straight from the era of the crusades, Joan's hunch about the church got stronger.

Mossy stone interior led her to believe this was some type of mausoleum. The coffin in the center didn't help disprove it.

Joan: This is certainly ominous....

Joan: *sigh* Let me guess... Some thing-a-ma-bob that people don't understand because an idol for worship...

Joan: Creating a cult... Yada yada yada!

Joan:(mind) Booooring. Aunt Jen, is this really it?

Joan:(mind) If I'm lucky, it's a thing-a-ma-jig.

*Duhhh duhh♪*

With her phone ringing, Joan hopped onto the coffin to sit upon and answer the call.

Joan: This is Jojo. Yoyo!

.....

Joan:(smirks) Blackheart? What do I owe this call?

Joan: I hope this isn't a booty call, naughty boy~ cause I'm working right now.

Joan: But we'll see each other-

....

Joan: Oi, what do you mean "cancel"?

....

Joan: Well just quit then! You know I'll make you my sugar baby lickety split.

Joan: Just gotta wear a collar ever so often...

....

Joan: N-no... I wasn't suggesting that we get a dog... I was flirting- listen...

Joan: I'm going to come see you tonight one way or another. So we'll talk then.

*Click*

Joan: *sigh*

She lays atop of the coffin.

Joan: Welp. Time to see what's inside...

Rolling off, Joan calls upon the power of her Stand, "I Love Rock N' Roll" to kick the casket open.

*THUD*

Leaning inside, Joan found a porcelain woman on a bed of flowers. A golden pattern on this clearly mechanic woman, and it's blue cape, an odd choice of clothing. But the design of this doll made Joan think of a Stand.

Joan: Inspired or coincidence-

*WOOSH*

*CLUCH*

*BAM*

Joan:!?

The porcelain woman sat up and grabbed Joan by the neck. Naturally she responded by using her Stand to punch it. Her attack had no affect.

Joan:(choking) Hey, only... My boyfriend gets to... Choke me!

Rock N' Roll: Hiya!!

*Splash*

Transforming her body into water to slip out of the Porcelain woman's choke hold, Joan reverted back mid fall, using her Stand to pull herself away and make some distance. With a gap between them this Stand-inspired machine stood up, giving Joan a clear view.

Joan: You wouldn't happen to know a certain Brave New World?

*STOMP*

It hopped out of the coffin.

Joan:(mind) Not biological and is pretty tough...

She looks at her bloody knuckles caused when her Stand punched it.

Joan:(mind) Really tough... And the literal counter to me.

Joan: At least it'll be interesting...

*STEP* *STEP* *STEP*

Joan:!

Boosting herself with her Stand, Joan leaped over the porcelain woman who dashed shockingly fast at her. Landing in the coffin, Joan grabbed a hand full of flowers from inside it. They transformed unto magnets that she threw at the Porcelain woman. Not a single one stuck to her.

Joan: No metal?

Grabbing a new hand full, she tossed them after transforming them into grenades.

*BOOM* *BOOM*

*BOOM*

*BOOM* *BOOM*

In the chaos, Joan leaped over the Porcelain woman, and dashed out of the church's basement. Now in a grassy environment, Jojo watched her mechanical opponent climb out of the basement without a single scratch.

Joan: Damn gurl.... You durable.

Joan: So let's wrap this up!

The porcelain woman dashes towards Joan who punches the dirt, transforming it into molten magma which the machine sinks into.

Joan:(smirks) Hmph. No thumbs up?

The Lava cools and becomes solid.

Joan:(mind) Now... That priest has some more questions to answer-

*CRACK*

Joan:!?

Leaping out of the cooled lava the super hot android not only threatened to tackle Joan to the ground, but burned her severely by touch.

Joan: "Rock N' Roll"!!!

Rock N' Roll: HIYA YA YA YA YA!

Slowing her down with punches, "I Love Rock N' Roll" finished the flurry with a kick that knocked them off course, leaving them careening to the side.

Yet despite her efforts, the Porcelain woman managed to grab Joan by the wrist and pull her down with her.

*Tssss*

Joan: Urk!?

Before Joan could fall flat onto the Porcelain android, she called upon her Stand to catch her. To average person, Joan seem to be floating over this machine.

Joan: "Rock N' Roll"!!

Transmuting her arm into a fire extinguisher, Joan blasted the Porcelain woman to quickly cool her down.

*CHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh*

Her hope was that they'd instant shatter as objects tend to do when heated and quickly cooled. Yet Joan witnessed yet again the sheer durability of this entity, as she watched it lay peaceful with a firm grip on her arm.

Slipping out of that grip by becoming water, Joan made some distance.

Joan: What the hell are you?!

Porcelain woman:....

Joan: That mouth just for show?

They Stand up.

Joan: Yeah... No.

Stomping the ground, Joan transformed the dirt into a tungsten walled hole which got shut by a tungsten lid.

*SLAM*

Joan: That should hold her...

Heading back into the church, Joan finds the priest on his knees in front of the image of his lord, praying.

Joan: Oi. Time to talk old man! What's with that basement bot?

Priest: She is called Mona Lisa.

Priest: You should have never freed her.

Joan: Spill the beans! What were my grandparents REALLY doing here?

Joan: What was ACTUALLY wrong with my Aunt?

Priest: Your grandparents were cultist of them... They tried desperately to try to obtain Mona Lisa.

Priest: Your aunt had nothing to do with them or her. But perhaps her parents passed on their darkness.

Priest: She'd always tell me how her "dark thoughts" grew...

Joan: "Dark Thoughts"...?

*CRAAAASHHHHH*

The thungston lid that Joan made crashed into the church with a large dent pointing out. Slamming to the floor behind Joan, she and the priest turned to see the Porcelain woman, Mona Lisa.

(Mona Lisa)

Joan:(glares)....

Priest: Dear god... Please show Mercy...

Joan: Tch.

Walking over to the priest, Joan grabbed them by the hair. They transformed into a rocket launching mini gun.

Joan: Oh Mona Lisa... Smile for me.

*BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR*

TO BE CONTINUED....