The woman unlocked the door to her apartment, and walked in, before placing her paper bag on a table. She removed the hat, and ran a hand through her hair as she inhaled deeply. Thats when she smelled it. She grabbed her bag, and walked into her kitchen. On the counter sat a fresh cup of coffee, steam lapping at cool air. Her breathing hitched as she looked around the room. No one was there.

She picked up the coffee and took a sip, the warmth spreading through her body. She sat the cup back down, and pulled the canister of coffee from her brown paper bag, and placed it into the cabinet, as a look of distress plastered her face. She opened her coffee machine, as it was devoid of any liquids or coffee grounds.

She grabbed the mug, and placed it on her kitchen table, as she began watching the cup. The steam from the hot liquid danced around above the mug, dwindling as the beverage got cooler. She poked and prodded at the cup, stuck her finger in the liquid, even took a second sip to see if this coffee was abnormal in any way.

It was not.

After wasting thirty minutes of her life, she took the now cool coffee and poured it down her sink. She sighed, running a hand through her hair once more.

Deciding to make coffee, that didn't appear out of thin air, the woman grabbed her new canister and pryed open the plastic lid. She peeled the metal sheet from the top of it, revealing...

Nothing.

The canister was empty, and on the counter, a fresh cup of coffee sat, steam swirling over the hot liquid.

Dropping the empty canister, the woman hastily backed out of her apartment, shaking.

'There was no way it was empty, I had just bought it! It was full. It was full when I put it in the cabinet!' The woman thought to herself as she exited the apartment hastily. She quickly walked down the sidewalk, hands gripping the strap of her purse. Her breathing was ragged, as she had no destination in mind, as it raced from the terror she felt. In her daze, she ran right into someone walking the opposite way.

As she closed her eyes for impact, she felt none, before opening them, and meeting two light blue eyes. She looked at her surroundings, confusion and terror setting in once more, before another man walked up to the male.

"Jotaro, where did yo-" A young man with red hair and a large curl in the front began. Getting a better look at the male, he had two scars over each eye, making him look slightly dangerous. However, his cherry earrings and soft smile completely negated any danger he seemed to have. "Hold on, Kakyoin." The male who was called 'Jotaro' said, holding a hand up to stop 'Kakyoin'. 'Jotaro' had black hair that formed into his hat, oddly enough. He definitely had a dangerous look to him, causing the woman to shrink in fear slightly. The chain on the collar of his jacket and the matching golden earrings made him seem more intimidating.

"Are you alright?" 'Jotaro' asked. The woman swallowed, as her throat felt clogged but mucus. She let out a shakey sigh, and ran a hand through her hair again, tears pricking at her eyes. The redheads eyes softened, as he cocked his head to the side, "Whatever may be troubling you, we might be able to help." A smile spread on his face, as he finished his sentence. She swallowed again, and opened her mouth to speak, the words being barely audible as they escaped her lips.

She explained the entire situation, from things going missing in her home, to the coffee appearing out of nowhere this morning. The redhead placed a finger under his chin as he thought. "Jotaro, this sounds like-"

"I know." The raven haired man said as he walked past the woman. She blinked, in a terror induced haze. "You live this way right? Sorry to intrude, but this may be more important than you realize, and it isn't just some ghost."

She let out a shakey sigh, and led the men to her apartment.

~

On the counter sat five cups of coffee, three of which were still steaming. The woman let out squeak, as she pointed to the fresh cups. The dark haired male looked down into the cup, as the steam licked at his face. Then, out of nowhere, a purple man stood behind him, examining the cup with him.

The woman's knees locked, as she fell backwards, into her kitchen table. Chairs fell over, as she hit the floor with a grunt, eyes wide in horror. "W-W-What is that?!" She yelled, a shakey finger pointed at the figure. "Yare Yare, this makes more sense then." He said, as he looked over to his counterpart. The purple figure dissapeared, as they conversed in their native tongue. She remained on the floor, shaking, trying to wrap her head around the events that were happening, before she saw it.

A small figure ran past the group and pulled open the fridge, the males attention being turned to the appliance. She stood from her previous position and looked into the fridge, seeing the perpetrator.

She gasped, as a small Teddy bear was rummaging through her fridge. "I-Is that one of yours as well?" She asked fear in her voice, before the bear turned around.
The "Creature" was made of brown and off-white felt, and stiched together with large string, very sloppily. In place of its eyes were two large buttons, one having a second over-lapping it. A dog nose sat between the buttons, and its mouth gaped, full of human teeth. It let out a noise, before running to the woman. She let out a shriek before kicking at it, her foot going through the creature. It began climbing her, as she fell over, trying to avoid contact. Screaming and rolling, the woman knocked over several chairs, a small table, and broke a lamp and vase. The redhead grabbed the being from the woman with his "creature". The small bear struggled in its grip, snarling and snapping its human teeth at it and the men. As tears spilled from the womans eyes, she pointed at the creature and yelled; "What the hell is that thing?!"

~

After thirty minutes of explaining and an additional twenty of questions, the woman had been informed the small creature was called a Stand, and only very few have them. It was her fighting spirit. And needless to say, her fighting spirit was completely and utterly horrific.
"Do you mind if we use your phone? Our friends are probably worried." The redhead asked.

"Sure. Of course." The woman agreed, as she held the freshest cup of coffee her Stand had made for her.

She still wasn't sure of how it created the coffee, as no one saw the coffee appear, however she needed to take the edge off. With Stand coffee.

~

Hanging up the phone with a 'beep' the redhead turned to face the woman and his friend. "I've informed Joestar-san of the situation."

"What did the Old Man have to say?" The ravenette inquired.

"He actually would like to meet you... Ah, it seems we have yet to introduce ourselves." The redhead bowed, "Forgive me. I am Noriaki Kakyoin. My Stand is called Hierophant Green."

"Its nice to meet you, Noriaki." The woman said, smiling lightly, still distessed.

"Please, call me Kakyoin. It's all I go by anymore."

"Alright, Kakyoin."

"Jotaro Kujo." The other male said with a nod. "I don't care what you call me." His aquamarine eyes bore into her, before she averted her gaze elsewhere. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N). Pleased to make your untimely acquaintance."

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booyah baby!

Having a hard time naming the stand boi, so gimme a comment if you have any ideas! im having a lot of fun with this, especially with stand boi. hes supposed to look super creepy and freak everyone out.

lowkey hes based off of an actual doll called a fuggler, and its the one i bought. its terrifyingly cute and i love it.