Annie and Hugo held hands, as they accompanied Jojo to his agency. However something was odd, Annie was walking closer to John than she was to Hugo.

This would cause tabloid gossip if they were celebrities.

Annie: That was a really good play.

John: It'll likely be turned into a movie.

Hugo: Hopefully a good one. Am I right?

John: Yes.

Annie:(giggles)

The trio takes the stairs up to where John's office was. As they continued to chat, they entered said office.

Hugo: Jojo! Do you have a bottle we can crack open?

John: I do have some-

As his shadow falls upon the desk against the left wall, Jojo's head immediately twitches to be against his shoulder.

Annie: John...?

John's neck cracks as he bends it to the other shoulder. His expression becomes dark.

Walking to the door, he slams it shut, and locks it.

Hugo: Dude? What's up? You wanna get freaky or something?

Without saying a word, Jojo walks over to the desk on the left side of the room and moves the framed picture on it 3,2 millimeters.

Annie: John, talk to us, what's wrong?

John: "Lady Paranoia".

Annie: Who's that? Is she the girlfriend of that Mr. Niceguy you've mumbled about a few times?

John: 3 years ago in Russia, 10 agents were tasked with blending in a college and were found dead in the same room.

John: Recordings, the position of the bodies... All of these things suggest that the agents became overly paranoid and thus attacked and killed each other.

Annie: I don't like where this is going...

John: That incident was the fifth believed to be part of the "Lady Paranoia" phenomena.

John: Twenty-fifth if you include similar incidents on a smaller scale, dating back twenty years.

Annie: Wait... I think I've heard about it...

Hugo: Me too... Hold on. Are you saying we're going to kill each other?

John: Five times, has that picture been moved a few millimeters? Including several other objects that I have not fixed the position of...

Annie: Why not?

John: Because I believe the "Lady Paranoia" phenomena and what is happening in this room...

John: Are all being done by an individual...

John: Someone searching for something... Or perhaps just messing with me...But this room is now locked... If they are in. They are trapped...

Hugo: And if they aren't?

John looks at his palm.

John: Don't worry...They are.

(Opening Theme)

Pacing around the room, John made Hugo and Annie slightly worried.

Annie:.... John? You said something about moving objects. Right?

Annie: Let's say, this "Lady Paranoia" moved these objects. I still don't get why you haven't moved them back.

John: I don't quite care about the other objects... But everything on that desk... Even the desk itself...

John: I would kill a person for touching it and anything on it...

Hugo: Why do you even have a desk there?

John: You of all people should know.

Hugo: Y-You know what I mean.

John:...

Hugo: This "Lady Paranoia" thing. It's probably in your head.

Hugo: So why don't you let me...

He places an arm around Annie.

Hugo: And my fine lady go off and have a fine night?

Annie: We can't leave.

She tosses his arm off of herself, as she approaches Jojo.

Annie: He's being genuine. And John hasn't been wrong for all the time I've known him.

Annie: He's got a sixth scent for this stuff.

Annie: John, is there anything we can do?

John:...

John: Move things. Ever so slightly. Then think.

He turns away and returns to his favorite spot where he stars out of the window, at this time, he sees nothing but darkness.

Annie turns to Hugo, who shrugs, and the two begin shifting objects around the office. When it came to the desk on the left side of the room, Hugo stopped himself from touching anything when he noticed Jojo's glare through the window reflection.

Annie did not notice and foolishly touched the framed picture on the desk, looking at it to find three young kids, a girl approximately 10 years old, a boy roughly 6, and another boy nearly 4.

She however receives no death glare from John, only a glance.

John:(mutters)

Hugo:... Okay, this is stupid. We're chasing ghosts of your imagination.

John:(looks at palm)

John: Thanks to you two, I've gathered a plethora of data on the "Lady Paranoia".

Hugo: Just by us SLIGHTLY moving things?

Annie: Yeah... What exactly did you figure out?

John: They're between 4 foot 10 and 5 foot 4. And possesses an extreme condition of OCD.

Annie/Hugo:!?

Annie: How do you know this?

John: Look at all the objects you've moved. They've reverted back to what they were.

Hugo: I think, you're just making us go crazy.

John: LOOK.

He points out how even are objects laid out as he moves them out of place. Taking matching pens, and tossing pencils atop them, making paintings crooked.

John: Everything has been shifted to be more organized. And they keep doing it.

John: This is what makes me believe it's OCD.

Hugo: OCD ghost... Alright, I'll say it's plausible. But the hight?

John:(points up)

The two look up at the lamp on the ceiling. It was a simple one that required three light bulbs.

John: It had two. But as you can see, it currently has three.

He walks over to a high filing cabinet and opens the top drawer, which is easy for him to open.

John: If you look carefully, you'll see that the metal railing that lets me open and close it is slightly bent.

John: As if a short person, pulled themselves up to see into, in search of a light bulb.

Hugo: Okay, that's a stretch. And useless information anyway.

Hugo: Annie, help me out here.

Annie: John... Why don't you take a seat and collect your thoughts more?

John: Very well...

He walks over to his chair, only to be launched off it by an airbag trap.

(POOF)

(SLAM)

Annie/Hugo:!?!

Annie: John!

She rushes over to Jojo, who is lying on the floor.

Annie: Are you okay?!

John: It seems I've angered them...

He looks down to find a knife somehow appearing in his leg and his Stand for some reason summoned, yet having no memory of calling upon it.

Annie: I think we need to get you to a hospital!

Hugo: My phone is gone!

Annie:(checks purse) Mine too...

Hugo: Then we better get him out of here.

John: No. No one leaves the room!

Hugo: I'm taking charge now! And I say, we leave!

John:....

John: Annie.

Annie: Yeah-Mhm?!

He places the hand he's been constantly looking at on her mouth.

John: Remember. Think. But only trust your soul when everything else is unreliable.

He tilts his hand, so his palm faces toward her eyes.

Annie:?!

Hugo then pulls her away, as "Paint It Black" begins twitching, almost like a beast about to pounce. It then lifted Jojo and painted him, so he'd fall up to the ceiling and stay there.

Hugo: We'll come back for him.

He drags her out of the office, and towards the stairs, Annie being too deep in thought to struggle.

Once they made it to the first floor, Annie pulled her arm away from Hugo and turned toward the stairs.

Hugo: Annie! Let's go!

Annie: He's our friend. We can't just leave him.

Hugo: We're going to get help.

Annie: From who? Who can help with this? Besides us?

Walking up to her, Hugo cups her face gently.

Hugo: Annie, you've known me for so long. Trust me. I have known you for so long.

Annie:... Yeah...

Hugo: I've also known John for a long time. He'll be fine...

Annie: Right... You've known him longer than I...

Hugo and Annie stare into each other's eyes. Hugo leans in for a kiss, and just before their lips touch, Annie kneed him in the groin.

Hugo: Hugh!?

She shoves him away.

Hugo: Annie... Why...?!

Annie:....

Annie: I don't know why, but the thought of you kissing me made me want to vomit.

Annie: Thinking about it... I really hated you being close to me, the whole day...

Annie: And you're older than me and Jojo...

Annie: And I didn't even grow up in this State, how the hell do you know both of us when you would have been a teen or something when we would have been kids?

Annie: And... And... I don't actually know anything about you...

Hugo: Annie, you're letting John's paranoia get to you!

Hugo: Come on, we've been through thick and thin!

Annie: Do you know anything about me?

Hugo: O-Of course.

Annie:.... What's my Stand called?

Hugo:....

Hugo:(sigh)

Hugo: You know, I didn't take you for the strong-willed type.

Annie:!?

Annie: So you admit it...

Hugo: I might as well... Before you gain complete immunity to my power.

Hugo's Stand, a chameleon-like appeared around his shoulders.

(Fairytale)

Annie: Tch! So you used your Stand to move all the objects in the office...

Annie: Whilst making us believe you were our friends? Ugh, you creep, you made me act like your girlfriend!

Hugo: That last part was me. What's going on up in the office?

Hugo: I had NOTHING to do with that. I creeped out so that's why I got us out of there.

Annie: Oh, so you just made me think I was in love with you?

Hugo: Hey. I was doing you a favor.

Annie:(glares) How so?

Hugo: John is a weirdo. A pretty thing like you needs a guy who can treat you right.

Annie: No wonder I wanted to vomit... At least I can settle for kicking your ass!

Hugo:(shrugs) Go on, try it.

Annie: "Smooth Criminal"!

Smooth Criminal: Hee-Hee!!

Annie reaches into her purse to pull out one of the weapons she has for these occasions but finds that she is missing a great majority of them.

Annie:(mind) Of all the time to lose my gun... And the taser too?

Hugo: You should really focus.

Annie:!

Hearing his voice behind her, Annie turns around, to get punched in the back of the head.

As she falls down, she is caught by Hugo who grabs her by the hair.

Hugo: Come on...! You're only going to get yourself killed by being on his side.

Annie: Argh! I rather die than be on your side!

She pulls some gum from her purse.

Smooth Criminal: Hee-Hee!

Bootlegging the stretchiness of the gum onto Annie caused her hair to stretch, lowering her to the floor where she turned and kicked Hugo in the knee with her heel.

(THUNK)

Hugo: Argh!

Before she could kick again, "Fairytale" spat out its tounge, hitting Annie in the head.

Suddenly, Annie couldn't move her legs.

Annie:!?

Annie: What did you do!?

Hugo: Go rid of your kicking problem!

His Stand tounge wrapped around her neck and lifted her off the floor, carrying her up to Hugo.

Hugo: Now stand still...

Annie: Tch!

To be continued....