1 Doge's Badnight

"Power."

"A physical representation of willpower and strength"

"All people possess true power, but few can utilize it to its maximum ability and I ain't talking bout some bs purest of heart nonsense."

"Now boi, I'm talking real power, the ability to shift the heavens to be worshipped as a god"

"And it might not come in ways you expect, for this world is a bizarre place, for an adventure."

An old man chuckled as he whispered on the phone to his grandson

It was 11 pm in the night and the sun had finished setting, its wonderful colors that splashed onto the sky were now gone, like a disappointed painter with a piece, but it would return, unlike a few people's dads.

The old man settled on a park bench, his old back strained and needed rest, he has stark white hair, combed back to look like an English fellow.

His black coat unmoving against the cold but slow breeze of chilling parks of Corres, Glacia.

The lowest city in the country of Glacia, where evil was bred, some may say they were born into darkness, but only a few can breed with it.

And on cue, a couple of low lives entered the almost peaceful scene, making the old man abruptly end the call with his grandson.

"Kind sir, we need your help in finding something we may have lost," A thug with braids said, his teeth filled with fake diamonds which were obviously metal.

'Oh gosh really who are these guys with the mean eyes, I better be nice, they look pretty tough I don't want any trouble, I could see it already, dragging my face into the rubble'

"Yeah sir, it seems we misplaced our wallets when we bumped into each other earlier,"

The taller one said, he was thinner than the shorter ones but had no shirt on, both had black shirts on though, with the embodiment of a hydra.

'You shameless, bastard, it's clear you wanna rob me, hmph let's see if you dare' Like any ordinary bait for the mc to come rescue, he rose to meet the danger.

Behind the old man something appeared, it was a metal ball, floating in mid-air.

The two men couldn't see that, as they grinned, thinking foolishly the old man would come to them and offer his wallet.

'So you want to rob me, im already getting rattled by the threat'

It buzzed as it shook, a metallic aura covered the man, his eyes now cold at the injustice.

"Dusty Spins will show you, powa" He whispered to himself

Instead, they heard a tapping, puzzled they looked around only to see no one, only for the shorter thug to look in disgust as he saw a dog lick his ankle.

In the rage of almost making him piss his pants, he kicked the doge, making it fall to the ground after a few thumps.

In a moment's notice, the thugs returned their gaze to the old man and approached him.

And at that moment he launched his metal ball at them both, hitting the tall thug in the stomach.

Its force felt like someone punching him hard in the stomach, making him bend over in pain and surprise.

'I told short thug we shouldn't approach an old man who looks at peace at night in the most dangerous city in the country of Glacia, and he didn't even take his hand out his coat when approaching us, only the strong had that luxury. This is some protagonist type shit'

Then in a split second, another punch landed on his stomach again, making him groan more.

The old man's eyebrow raised, he only hit the man once though, how come another impact came onto his body.

Unless...he turned to the shorter thug online to see he had fainted in a pool of piss.

Frowning he calmy left the park, with the fleeting thought that another supernatural entity was there.

And he wasn't wrong back in the park, there the Doge stood, with a single golden coin rotating around it, complimenting its gold fur.

It had intricate inscriptions on it, and in bold letters "+1"

The Doge, not aware of its doings left, satisfied with seeing his enemy groan in pain.

But it did not care much, its only goal was survival and shelter from the storm that was about to hit.

Hurrying out of the park it entered a street

The street was desolate.

The storefronts were devoid of displays, which was just as well because not a single person was there to admire them.

Cars sat empty along the curb, collecting dust.

The street lamps that weren't burned out projected little circles of white light onto an empty, cracked sidewalk.

The traffic light swung in the breeze, telling all the nonexistent drivers to stop.

The "walk" sign was on, letting all the nonexistent pedestrians step out onto the faded white lines of the crosswalk.

Garbage and leftovers of that day's lunch rush laid tattered across the barren street, everyone was asleep

Except a few night loners, with their apartment lights flickering, doing god knows what, everyone was staying indoors because of tomorrow...

The blizzard hit, the reason why this country earned its name Glacia was due to the enormous snowstorm that marked the end of that year, and the beginning of another.

New Years.

During the snowstorm something magical happened, people who have enough will manifest something, a power unique to only them, a representation of their state of mind and how they think.

The power was unpredictable, dangerous, rabid.

That's why only kids were able to access the gemstone, which allowed one to absorb power from the gem, causing it to forcibly awaken their power.

A Stand.

__Author Note (Pls Read)__

I decided to pick up writing again, and before I write a real novel, why not a fanfic, I'm tryna make a good Jojo ff, and il try and include original abilities and setting and its own lore, but if you do wanna see stuff from the original do tell me.