Utterly Bizarre: Part 1 (A Fanmade JoJo's Part)

Utterly Bizarre, Chapter 1: 『Hi, I'm Josh Josaba!』

-6:15 am, Santa Fe, New Mexico, United States-

The three government men sat in the cold, dark room, reviewing the footage.  

"Yes, there is definitely something here...." said the man with he glasses, adjusting them so he could see properly. In the video tape there was supposed evidence of one of the .......superhuman anomalies. "Play it again." the man demanded, as his comrade to the left re-winded the tape. What it showed was a small time crook with a pistol stealing a rich woman's purse in a busy street full of people. He runs with his little treasure for a short amount of time before a huge imprint appears on the side of his face and blood squirts out of his mouth, sending the man catapulting to the floor, and instantly knocked out.

And yet no one had hit him. It was as if some invisible force had taken place to stop the robber.

"I've made up my mind," the man said, as the tape came to an end, "we have a stand user here in Santa Fe".

As the morning sun rose over the buildings and houses where the people slumbered, a young boy woke from his slumber. Looking around, he was met with the same single-room he had always known,almost as if he expected to see something different. getting up off the old mattress on the floor, he saw his brother was still in bed. Like always, he thought. A normal boy his age would turn on the cartoon channel on a Saturday morning, but not little Martin. They didn't really HAVE a T.V. , after all. Yawning, he walked towards the end of the empty-looking apartment towards where the fridge was and opened it up. Inside, there was 2 Apples and a Cucumber. Not exactly a five star, course meal.

"JoJo, we're getting low on grub again!", he called, loud enough to startle his brother a little. The older boy, or rather young man, rose to his feet slowly, his head looking high enough to hit the doorway.

"Don't worry, you little goat," he said, ruffling his little brother's hair, "I've got enough". The tall figure looked through his wallet, his light brown hair shining in the little crack of sunlight that got through the shades. Finally, he stuffed his wallet into his coat pocket and went to the drawers, picking out one of the six pairs of shirt and pants, and some new underwear. And then, he was out of the door.

"Good morning, Santa Fe!", the young man said, strolling about outside. "Good morning, Josh!" he replied to himself in a slightly different tone. As he continues walking down the road, people stared at him from their houses, not saying a word. Some of them were minding their own business, but it gave off an unfriendly vibe, overall. It was almost as if they knew the secret of Josh Josaba, but they didn't. How could anyone even think something like....well, WHATEVER it was, could actually exist? Josh himself wasn't even sure how it could or what it was, he just enjoyed it's company. 

"So, how'd you sleep?", he asked it, receiving no reply (as always). Josh liked to pretend he could communicate with the creature, and the thing practically acted as a personal psychiatrist to him. "Yeah, sometimes I just get to thinking... I wish I could give Martin a better life, but I suppose it's not my fault..", he continued, "It's just.... after 'Ma and 'Da died, I was sent into this huge, responsible role! One day, I'm your everyday teen, the next thing you know, I'm taking care of a little kid, all on my own! And... you know I'm not responsible!"

You would think everyone would find it weird that Josh Josaba was walking down the road in an tailcoat and blue jeans that looked like patched up pirate gear, talking to himself, but it was a fairly regular occurrence. As JoJo walked, he thought to himself about how the world really seemed to crumble lately. Goods and items became increasingly cheap and breakable. Suddenly, slums were appearing in every city across the world, separating them into the rich and the working class.  Of course, he and his brother happened to live in the low class, which was not a pretty place to be, but they would make do.

As his thoughts ceased, JoJo came to a stop at the local gas station and greeted the shopkeeper, who happened to be the only person to talk to him on his weekly walks, with finger guns, the way he always did.

To be continued...