[ME, MYSELF & I] (MLPxJOJO)


                                            Originally posted on June 28th, 2018 in the MLPxJojo thread

                                            CYOA Story prompted by a stand idea from an Anonymous user.


                                            >You've always been good at multitasking.

                                            >Ever since you were a kid, you were encouraged to nurture that ability.

                                            >You wrote with both hands, read two books at the same time, juggled bowling pins while playing a saxophone while being dressed as the school mascot in a football game.

                                            >One would think this spoke a lot about you.

                                            >You personally think it speaks more about your parents.

                                            >Since the divorce you tried to spend an equal amount of time with them.

                                            >And the wish of being able to be at more than one place at the same time began to grow in your subconscious.

                                            >Nowadays, it's too late for them.

                                            >But it is the right time for doing the kinds of things you've always wanted.

                                            >Who knew your talent would evolve so much until becoming something "bizarre".

                                            >You are currently on your couch watching the news.

                                            >You are also currently sitting through Mrs. Harshwhinny class.

                                            >That is to say [MYSELF] is sitting through her class, while you relax at home.

                                            >That leaves [ME] to do what you please around town.

                                            >You've heard about that one magician girl was going to put on a show at the park instead of going to school.

                                            >You've also heard rumours about a guy with a living puppet that kills it at DDR around this time of day.

                                            >Where should you go?


                                            >>PARK


                                            >You open a bag of chips and recline while you change the channel looking for a movie.

                                            >It's been awhile since you took a a breath of fresh air, and you've already tried out all the games at the arcade, plus their pizza is disgusting.

                                            >[ME] goes to the park.

                                            >"Remember, everything we cover today will be essential during the Mid-Term exam, so it's in your best interests to [FOCUS]." says Harshwhinny.

                                            >You finally settle on watching the Power Ponies movie where they battle the crazy robot.

                                            >Your favourite!

                                            >[ME] arrives to the park.

                                            >It's more crowded than you expected.

                                            >There seems to be families spending time with their children.

                                            >A crowd gathered around a purple girl and man dressed in leather inside a gazebo, and finally an improvised stage with a girl dressed as a magician setting everything up.

                                            >You feel someone tapping [MYSELF]'s shoulder lightly.

                                            >Then, a little piece of paper lands on [MYSELF]'s table.

                                            >The magician girl is trying to carry a large trunk, but she slips on a banana peel and falls along with several sets of cards, coloured handkerchiefs, chains, rings and three rabbits.

                                            >Badtron is holding Mistress Marvelous by the neck, giving his evil villain monologue... and you need to go to the bathroom!

                                            >[MYSELF] opens the letter and reads to himself.

                                            >"I've had my eye on you for awhile. I know we've never spoken before, but I can't keep holding back my feelings. Would you like to go out with me?"


                                            Our protagonist may be good at multitasking, but still a beginner as a stand user and can't rightly focus all of his attention at multiple events yet.

                                            That's where you come in to help him sort out his priorities!

                                            What should he do?

                                            >>>Help out the wannabe magician.

                                            >Try to find out the secret admirer's identity.

                                            >Go to the bathroom and continue watching the movie on his phone.


                                            >As if a greater force guided your actions, [ME] ventures into the stage, picks up some rabbits and gives a hand at the stage magician.

                                            "Are you okay? Need some help?"

                                            >She pouts and gets up on her own.

                                            >"The great and powerful Trixie has no need for help. Everything she does is-"

                                            >"-for the greater good of this planet." continues to monologue Badtron.

                                            >You have a mighty need to go to the bathroom, but you just can't miss this scene.

                                            >Another note lands on the desk.

                                            >"Why aren't you answering? Is this so trivial to you that you don't even bother to look back at me?" it reads.

                                            >"-and is perfectly capable of setting up a stage on her own." finishes Trixie.

                                            "I can respect that." says [ME] who has already finished setting up a table, arranging the decks, chains, rings and handkerchiefs on it.

                                            >"Trixie is amused, " she says "mildly insulted for being ignored, but still amused!"

                                            >Another note lands on your desk. This time the font seems more... disturbing.

                                            >"I knew it. You already have someone you like don't you? Is it that whore Fluttershy? Or maybe that skank Rarity? I'll show you I can be more pleasing and prettier than those two could ever hope to be!"

                                            >"-and now, I'll put and end to you!" says Badtron while charging up his laser beam.

                                            >This is it, this is the moment you've been waiting fo-

                                            >Someone knocks on your door.

                                            >[ME] goes to pick up one of the rabbits.

                                            >"Wait! They only respond to Trixie!"

                                            >[ME] suddenly becomes aware of the menacing aura coming from the rabbit.

                                            >A third note splats on the desk.

                                            >It's dripping with something red and seems barely legible, but you can still make out what it says.

                                            >"You'LL seE. I'll maKe you LEarn. YOU'll UnDerstaND what you MISSED AfTeR I fEaSt oN YouR FLESH."

                                            >The knocking on your door continues, your stomach gurgles.

                                            >Badtron fires his laser.

                                            >The rabbit leaps to bite off your jugular.


                                            What do you do?

                                            >Escape classroom.

                                            >Fight rabbit

                                            >>>Answer the door.


                                            >At the last second, Putty Pie slithers her way inside Badtron and makes him miss the shot.

                                            >Having scene your favorite part, you go towards the door and open it.

                                            >There's an old looking policeman and a younger man in a trenchcoat.

                                            >"Good morning. I'm Detective Armor and this is Officer Copeland.We would like to ask you a few questions."

                                            >You'd complain about them having bad timing and almost ruining you movie, but you know better.

                                            >You make them come inside, quickly thinking of excusing yourself to the bathroom.

                                            >The rabbit bites into [ME]'s neck... and stays there, hanging from his teeth.

                                            >"Trixie is so sorry, " she says as she tries to pull it off, "Grandpa BT always told Trixie the best tricks involved a lot of danger, but perhaps this one need a bit more training."

                                            "Just during the best part." says [ME]...wait.

                                            >WIth a forceful yank, the rabbit releases [ME]'s neck and is thrown into a little cage with the legend "Finger Hazzard" written on it.

                                            >"-ou paying attention young man?"

                                            >[MYSELF] is startled by an angry sounding Harshwhinny and quickly hides the notes under his desk.

                                            >"Well? We are all waiting."

                                            >Did she want some question answered?

                                            >Whatever not like this class I difficult for you or anything, you'll just answer correctly right away and continue worrying about your psycho admirer.

                                            >[MYSELF] Stands up and delivers his answer.

                                            "Excuse me, but I need to poop."

                                            >...

                                            >Oh no.

                                            "John Wilkes Booth."

                                            >Detective Armor looks back at you confused.

                                            "I mean, let me get you both a stool."

                                            >You rush, butt clenched, to the kitchen and look for a seat for the officers.

                                            >What the fuck is going on!?

                                            >Where you under so much stress that not only could you coordinate who is speaking, but also couldn't really filter your words?

                                            >You need to recall your stand an- no.

                                            >If they suddenly vanished, your secret ability would be found out.

                                            >You need to find a way to do it safely.

                                            >"Hmmm. Your neck seems to be fine, you seem to be more sturdy than you look."

                                            "Oh, well." [ME] stutters, "Office- I mean, I can withstand almost anything."

                                            >Trixie's eyes sparkle with an idea.

                                            >And then tries unsuccessfully to pierce your hand with an ice pick.

                                            >"If that's the case, would you mind being Trixie's assistant for her big finish?"

                                            >This girl is crazy!

                                            >The class is deathly silent.

                                            >Harshwhinny is making the mother of all scowls.

                                            >"Young man," says Harshwhinny sternly "I expect next time you need to excuse yourself, you do it in a more proper way."

                                            >[MYSELF] is pushed out of the classroom and sent to the principal's office for improper behaviour.

                                            >At least this way [MYSELF] can escape safe-

                                            >A chain appears and ties itself around his stomach, trapping his arms in the process.

                                            >You feel your arms, and your feces, being pushed into your body.

                                            >"Is everything okay?" ask Officer Copeland.

                                            >You just nod nervously.

                                            >Just your luck.

                                            >[MYSELF] is being attacked by a stand user.

                                            >"There's no need to feel nervous, " says Detective Armor, "We just want to ask abo- Is that the Power Ponies movie where they battle the crazy robot?"

                                            >"Oh, I know the one!" says Copeland.

                                            >"Oh man, I love this part." says the Detective, making himself more comfortable.

                                            >It seems they don't plan to leave anytime soon.


                                            >>>Try to use Trixie's magic show as a cover to escape.

                                            >Keep your cool and get rid off the police.

                                            >Try to escape from the stand attack.


                                            >A magic show...

                                            >You could work with that.

                                            >Whatever happened to [MYSELF]'s body didn't affect yours, so [ME] could still move his body as much as you wanted.

                                            "I'm down for that. What do you need me to do?"

                                            >"Not too difficult, " she says already giving up on trying to pierce your hand "for the most part Trixie just needs you to stand still and try to look pretty."

                                            "What do you mean TRY to look pretty?!" screams [MYSELF] into the empty hallway.

                                            >He mentally slaps himself.

                                            >It didn't take a genius to relate the stand attack with his secret admirer, so the best course of action would be to get away from the classroom.

                                            >[MYSELF] runs further into the hallway, but the chains begin to dig deeper into his body.

                                            "Bad move!" you scream.

                                            >"I know, calling Saddle Rager into battle so soon was just what the villain wanted." says Detective Armor while helping himself to your chips.

                                            >With a fanfare, smoke and some fireworks, the show begins and slowly a crowd begins to gather in front of the stage.

                                            >"Behold, as the GREAT and POWERFUL TRIXIE performs feats of unprecedented magic!"

                                            >The crowd cheers as Trixie takes out a magic wand from her hat and begins to levitate a deck of cards.

                                            >You are not sure how she is doing it, but she is good.

                                            >"Trixie will make even crazier tricks as long as you call all of your friends and make them come here to witness the miracle that is Trixie!"

                                            >"yOu cAn'T EsCapE." says... something above of [MYSELF].

                                            >[MYSELF] looks up and barely dodges in time the owner of the broken voice.

                                            >It looks like a creepy doll of a blond little girl in a blue and white dress, barely reaching your knees in height, covered in stitches and grime.

                                            >It sorta reminds you of a Lewis Carrol character... a goth topic version of it at least.

                                            >It slowly spins its head all the way around, and you are met with a pair of crazy red eyes, and a huge mouth where the chains currently binding [MYSELF] are coming from.

                                            >"LoOk wHaT yOu mAkE Me dOOOO!" it screams as another pair of chains are shot from its mouth.

                                            >[MYSELF] jumps in an effort to dodge them, but they seem to have a will of their own and tie themselves on his right leg.

                                            >You don't feel the impact of [MYSELF] falling to the ground, but you feel his leg being pulled so hard that it might rip yours off.

                                            >The chains begin to retract towards the doll's mouth, now open wider and with something that looks like a bizarre meat grinder spinning furiously inside.

                                            "Why are you doing this?" you ask in fear.

                                            >"Hmm, oh right we were supposed to ask you a few questions." says Detective Armor.

                                            >Trixie is swiping her magic wand around, flinging knives at [ME], all of which gracefully curve at the last moment and pierce the big target behind him.

                                            >There's even more people gathered, all watching in awe at her skills.

                                            >Truth be told, if it weren't for [ME] being inmune to any non stand damage, you would be scared shitless.

                                            >And then you feel a small prick in your ear just as the last knife grazes it.

                                            >Oh, so that's how she does it.

                                            >... crap.

                                            >"There's something on your ear." points out Officer Copeland at the thin line of blood that begins to emerge from your ear.

                                            >"And now, for Trixie's final trick!"

                                            >[ME]'s body is forced to sit on a small wooden chair surrounded by red paint.

                                            >Trixie's stand (magic?) aura is stronger than [ME] and he can't fight it back.

                                            >With another flick of her wand, something begins to rumble inside her magic trunk.

                                            >And a chainsaw comes out flying, spinning viciously loud and stopping just right above your head.

                                            >Trixie smiles to the audience confidently.

                                            >You break into a cold sweat.

                                            >You feel like your heart is about to explode.

                                            >"You seem awfully nervous kid, " says Copeland trying to calm you down, "Is there something you want to tell us?"

                                            >[MYSELF]'s right foot is just about to enter the doll's mouth.

                                            >And then the school bell rings and every student in CHS comes out into the hallway.


                                            >>>Surprise the enemy stand and try to get away!

                                            >Ruin Trixie's act!

                                            >Ask the police for help!


                                            >The enemy stand is distracted by the horde of students beginning to flood toward your way.

                                            >If there ever was a chance to escape, this must be it.

                                            >[MYSELF] rolls to his side, and using all his might kicks with his free leg!

                                            >The enemy stand never sees it coming.

                                            >The doll is launched backwards, bouncing and crashing with the lockers from both sides of the hall.

                                            >[MYSELF] hears some students screaming something about a girl being bruised out of the blue, but that's the least of his concerns.

                                            >With the new distance between him and the doll, the chains began to constrict his body even more!

                                            >You can't help but to roll over in pain.

                                            >"Oh god, Shining there's something wrong with this kid." says Copeland alarmed as he rushes to your side.

                                            >Trixie keeps swinging her chainsaw, stopping each time closer to [ME]'s head.

                                            >"Trixie's gonna do it in one..." she swings again, "two..." it gets closer, "thre-"

                                            >A scream distracts everyone from the show and the chainsaw falls dangerously close between [ME]'s legs.

                                            >A stray firework had touched up a gazebo.

                                            >Trixie's grasp on [ME] fades away as she smiles slyly.

                                            >You don't know how much time you have, [MYSELF] begins to worm his way into an empty classroom.

                                            >A student is just about to go inside, but when he sees you he just leaves muttering something like "Sacre bleu".

                                            >The grip on your body lessens.

                                            >Shit.

                                            >[MYSELF] doesn't even have to look back to know that the doll is pulling itself towards you using the chains.

                                            >With a jump, [MYSELF] bites the doorknob and opens the classroom door.

                                            >He kicks the floor and lunges inside.

                                            >Just as the door is about to close, the doll crashes into it and falls limp on the floor.

                                            >You feel the chains loosen slightly.

                                            >Wriggling for a bit, [MYSELF] frees his arm.

                                            >He tries to loose the chain even more but it doesn't budge.

                                            >Frustrated, it hits it hard.

                                            >And then a shockwave runs through his and your body.

                                            >"Pitiful" says a voice entering the classroom as the doll as begins to stand up.

                                            >It's a little girl, a freshman maybe?

                                            >She would have been the poster kid for adorableness if it weren't for the swollen bruise in her face.

                                            >A new chain is shot from the doll's mouth and it ties itself to [MYSELF]'s neck.

                                            >"Nobody has ever ignored me before, " she begins to monologue "not my parents, not the teachers, not the students," she walks closer to [MYSELF]'s body "everyone just sees how cute I am and do what I want... but YOU!" she stomps on your balls," you just had to be a little SHIT and try to change that!?"

                                            >The chain in his neck tightens.

                                            >"This kid is having a seizure!" says Copeland holding your body in his arms, "We have to take him to a hospital!"

                                            >Both officers pick you up and take you outside.

                                            >You try to call back [MYSELF]... but it's useless.

                                            >Were the chains stopping you from doing so the whole time?

                                            >"Trixie has to thank you," she says as she stretches her body and looks at the firetruck dowsing the gazebo with water, "if it weren't for your help Trixie's plan would have failed."

                                            >[MYSELF]'s neck is close to breaking.

                                            >"It's over now. When they find you, they will have to brush your dick away from the-"

                                            >Something distracts her.

                                            >[MYSELF] sees the room begin to darken and her face twist in horror... and then you faint.


                                            >You hear something beep slowly.

                                            >You open your eyes, trying to adjust your vision to the bright light above you.

                                            >You are in a hospital room?

                                            >"Oh, you are awake." says someone by your side.

                                            >It's officer Copeland.

                                            "Whu-, what happened?"

                                            >"You had a seizure kid. The doctors still don't know why but you seem to be getting better."

                                            "What about the other guy? The detective."

                                            >"He had to leave, apparently there's been an incident at his younger sister's school and had to leave in a hurry."

                                            >The officer takes out a picture from his pocket and hands it to you.

                                            >It's kinda blurry, but you can see what appears to be a man dressed up as a superhero.

                                            >"We wanted to ask you if you had seen this man before. He's been sighted by your neighbourhood and is known for causing trouble."

                                            "I've... never seen him before."

                                            >He gets up from his seat and dusts himself off.

                                            >"If you do see him please be sure to call the police. Also," he smiles at you, "there's a friend that came by to see you."

                                            >A friend?

                                            >He laughs.

                                            >"Don't worry, She doesn't know about you browning your pants on the way here."

                                            >You've never felt so embarrassed before.

                                            >"I'll leave you two alone, take care kid!"

                                            >He walks out of the room, motioning someone to come in.

                                            >"You have to teach Trixie how you disappeared so fast!"

                                            >Oh.

                                            >It's her.

                                            >"Could it be that you have awesome abilities just like Trixie?"

                                            >Crapcrapcrapcrap.

                                            >"That must be it! You have the ability to be the perfect sidekick!...NOT!"

                                            >She laughs loudly at her own joke.

                                            >You better change the subject.

                                            "You mentioned something about a plan before?"

                                            >"Oh, right. " she clears her throat, " there's this busta that's been pissing Trixie off, but she found out he always spends recess in this one empty room. So all Trixie had to do was to gather enough spectators to be able to thorw something big and sturdy over there!"

                                            >She takes out her phone and shows you a recording of the local news.

                                            >There's a fire truck buried to the side of CHS.

                                            >"Trixie heard someone in there had all bones in its body broken, so she knows for sure her plan worked! Trixie is overjoyed!"

                                            >Don't be happy!

                                            >"So? What do you say, are you up to be Trixie's full time assistant?"

                                            >You could says something back at her.

                                            >Accept and stay on her good side...

                                            >Refuse and be a possible new victim...

                                            >Scream for help at officer Copeland...

                                            >...

                                            >But you've made enough difficult choices today.

                                            >You just lie back and fall asleep.


                                            Personal Pronoun

                                            STAND: [Me, Myself & I ]

                                            Status: Has survived another day but for now he is ｢RETIRED｣


                                            The stand that prompted this CYOA:

                                            Stand Name: [Me, Myself & I]


                                            Stand Ability: [Duplication]


                                            Power - D


                                            Speed - B


                                            Range - B


                                            Durability - C


                                            Precision - D


                                            Potential - E


                                            Description: The power to create two copies of the stand user. Copies made by the user are capable of harming stands along with any items that was duplicated. Duplicated weapons are only able to harm stands and the user cannot use duplicated items. Each copy is capable of seeing what the user and other copy see.


                                            Stand name: [Alice in Chains]


                                            Stats:


                                            Power - C


                                            Speed - D


                                            Range - B


                                            Durability - E


                                            Precision - C


                                            Potential - C


                                            Description: Semi-automatic stand. A bizarre doll resembling a Lewis Carrol character and her user's madness and need to bind everyone to her will. It can shoot and retract chains from it's mouth where a grinder like mechanism is placed. Those bound by the chain are unable to use special abilities. The farther the doll is from those bound by the chain, the stronger it's power becomes. While the chain can phase through normal people or objects, it can also reflect damage made by stands.