🪄You🪄

Mrs. Kujo and I arrived at the local airport. I was stoked. We made our way inside and to no surprise, there were tons of people passing through the building. But, as the stereotype goes, everyone looked the same, so it shouldn't be too hard to find an old American man in his late 60s..right?

Correction, it would be if I was searching by myself. Heck, I didn't know what the geezer looked like. Thankfully, we didn't have to search long. With Mrs. Kujo knowing her father all-too-well, spotted him and waved her arms up, calling to him.

"Over here, Papa! Over here!"

A man, who was wearing an Indiana Jones looking outfit, turned his head toward us. Say psych, right now. There was no way. This giant of a human being was ripped. Was this where Jotaro got his body looks from? No! Stop thinking like that!

"Holly! Outta my way," her father called back, as he pushed the poor dude beside him.

Mrs. Kujo sprinted into her father's arms and he spun her around while in their embrace. Awww.

"Oh, I can't believe you're here! Thank you for coming."

"Hey, you're my one and only daughter, and if you tell me you need me to be somewhere, then just give me a day, and I'll cross the globe." Awwwwwww!

"Did mom come?" *Le gasp* The mama?????

"She didn't like me leaving, but I just told Suzie that it was official Joestar Corporation business and I had to go." Ah, dang..no mama.

"Thanks, papa.." Mrs. Kujo sighed gleefully, still clinging to her father's body, and Mr. Joestar began to tire from this over lasting reunion.

"Hey, Holly. The greeting's over. Let go of me already." And to those words, she playfully refused to listen.

"No. I don't wanna. It's been forever since you've held me."

"Look at yourself, come on. You're a 45-year-old woman. Let go." Oop, he said it.

Mr. Joestar's apparently "old" daughter took offence to his comment and began to tickle him as retaliation. I chuckled at the scene before me. I hoped that when I turn 45, I can have this relationship with my father, too. The public surrounding us stared at the two as well, but not so kindly. Mr. Joestar looked around, back at them, asking what they were gawking at rudely, and the people quickly turned away.

"I'll get your bag," Mrs. Kujo offered, kneeling down.

As she does this, her father asked, "by the way, Holly, about Jotaro and his friend..you sure they used the words "evil spirit" and "angel"?" He must also be talking about me.

"Yes, that's correct, sir." I finally introduced myself. The old man turned to my voice and his eyes squinted curiously at me.

"And who are you?"

I bowed my upper body to him and came back up to meet his eyes. "My name is (Full name), I'm the one with the angel."

"So, both of you can see these strange illusions."

"Yes," Mrs. Kujo sobbed into her hands, "the policemen said they couldn't see it, but we did. It was like he had a third arm, and then he reached out and grabbed the gun."

"And tried shooting himself to prove a point.." I muttered angrily.

My arms were crossed as I said that. No matter how anyone can put it, no one would be able to change my mind or feelings about what happened. It rattled me to the bone, full of anger. And I still question why I like the guy, when he drives me so insane.

"And aside from the kids that have been "possessed", you're okay?" Mr. Joestar asked his daughter, trying to calm her. "Did anything happen to you?"

"I feel totally fine," she answered truthfully, "but what do I do about Jotaro? He says he won't leave that cell until he finds the cause of all this. What am I gonna do, papa?"

"There, there, my darling daughter. You ladies have Joseph Joestar with you now. No need to worry."

"Thanks, papa."

With that, Mr. Joestar snapped his fingers and further behind him, an exotic man, younger than himself, stood from their seat. He followed the three of us as we made our way back to the car, outside. I smirked mischievously. I couldn't wait to see Jotaro being brought down from his stupid high horse.

🌠Jotaro🌠

I was sitting on my bed, playing around with a remote car, driving it around my cell. The police actually ended up removing my cellmates and setting them somewhere else. That left me with the space all to myself and my spirit did me more favors bringing in furniture, food, and other things to make this place comfortable.

One of the cops, the chubby one, was cowering by my cell bars. He whimpered about how he would lose his job if his superiors found out I've been sneaking stuff in, but another voice came by from the shadows.

"He's no longer your problem. I'll be taking my grandson home now."

"Your grandson?" I looked over to the side. An old man, wearing a beige hat and clothes, stood tall beside the officer. Who exactly was this guy?

The officer insisted that he'd stay back. Calling me dangerous, finally listening to what I've been saying, but the old man said he'd take his chances either way and tossed them aside with one arm each. Then, my mother came from behind him, along with (name) and another man with darker skin. She said that he was, in fact, my grandfather and was the one able to help my condition. However, I wasn't convinced so easily. I walked up to him, the bars were the only thing keeping us separated, and the cell door swung open.

"Come out, it's time to go home." Said my grandfather.

To which I told him, "get lost. I didn't ask you to come here.. You really think you can help me, an old man like yourself? Sorry you came all this way from New York, but nobody can help me, Gramps." I then revealed a piece of metal that came from Jiji's left hand.

The old man was slightly taken aback as he lifted his hand and found that his pinkie had been ripped off.

"So did you see it, or even feel it?" I asked him, half rhetorically, "that's the evil spirit. Stay away from me, or you'll lose what's left of your life." I walked back to sit down on my bed. Maybe now, everybody would leave me be.

"Jotaro, I can't even believe you, right now." (Name) grumbled, "you said you wouldn't leave the cell until someone, in this case, your freaking GRANDAD, can help you with your stupid-evil-spirit trip! Hell, I tried to help you. But you're so. Damn. Stubborn!"

"Now, now, my dear." Jiji patted her shoulder. "You can scream at your boyfriend all you want after we get him out." Wait- what??? "All right, Avdol. It's your turn now." The old man snapped his fingers and the dark skinned man stepped forward from the shadows. "I would like you to meet an Egyptian friend I met a few years ago. Say hello to Avdol."

I looked at the man he introduced. He was dressed in white and red robes, had a blue scarf around his neck, and gold jewelry. My grandfather told him to do whatever as long as it got me out, so I protested.

"Back off. You look strong enough, but do you really think I'd let someone chase me outta here just 'cause you told them to do it?"

"If given the chance, I would," shrugged (name), "..just sayin'."

"Well, either way, I don't work like that. In fact, all you've done now is made me wanna stay here even more."

The man, Avdol, nodded to himself as he spoke, "I'm afraid this may get a little bit rough, but in a few minutes he'll be riddled with so much pain, that he'll be begging you to let him out."

"Just do what you need to do." Mr. Joestar permitted.

My mother and (name) then gave each other a look. Ignoring how just seconds ago, (name) said she would knock sense into me with the offered chance, they had the face of worry.

"Papa/Sir, you can't be serious." They said in unison.

Even the officers with them tried to prevent the threatening brawl, but were shut up by my grandfather. Avdol started with a slow motion stance. There was an appearing aura surrounding him, much like I saw with (name)'s spirit, but less, somehow. Suddenly, a new spirit emerged from his body. It belonged to him, no doubt. It was a bird-headed man with fire surrounding it's form. I was taken by surprised, as did the rest.

"That's right. Avdol also has what you'd call an evil spirit," Jiji explained, "an evil spirit under the complete command of Avdol's will, and his name is.. Magician's Red!"

(Hey. Sorry there are no pictures lately. If you're a writer, idk if this is also happening to you, but Wattpad is going through some bug shit and yeah. I'm just overall pissed, but I had to get this out to you, my loyal readers, despite the complications. I hope you enjoyed it. I hope Wattpad get their shit together SOON. And I hope you have a lovely day/night. YEET!!)