JoJo Proxy

You are a mistake caused by the mixing of two universes, and now you have human form. You are only 15 years old, Toby is 17: the only minors in the group. Always nearby are Masky (Tim), Hoody (Brian), Tikki Toby (Tobias), Jolyne, and Gyro. Personality-wise, you and Toby are two peas in a pod; Masky and Gyro are cut from the same cloth, and Hoody and Jolyne are similar in many ways. Jolyne is obsessively protective of you, a yandere kind of thing, Masky is constantly snapping at you and Toby, Hoody usually keeps to himself, and Gyro is constantly cracking jokes and chatting with Masky.

Today, you and Toby were walking through the forest to meet up with the others when you suddenly noticed a rickety little hut. The idea of ​​"breaking down the door" seemed ridiculously brilliant—you're so smart, after all! Just as you managed to pry the cracked door open, an enraged man with a gun burst out of the darkness. Your heart sank, and you and Toby took off running, barely managing to drag your legs.

Having somehow reached the abandoned site where your group had gathered, you caught your breath—but immediately realized the danger wasn't over: the man with the gun was right behind you. Panicking, you grabbed Toby's hand and pressed the button, activating invisibility. The magic worked instantly: not only you, but everything you touched vanished into thin air. The man looked around, swung his gun from side to side, but saw neither you nor Toby.

And then Gyro's voice was heard:

• Hello, father!

The silence hung heavy. You froze, realizing that this menacing man with a gun was Gyro's father. Gyro paled slightly, that same subtle fear flickering in his gaze: he respected his father, but his sternness always made his son involuntarily cringe. Masky froze, his mouth slightly open, Hoodie took a step back, and Jolyne instinctively stepped closer to you, as if to shield you, even if the invisibility already concealed you.

Jairo's father slowly lowered his gun, looked sternly at the whole company, and in his gaze one could read not so much anger as bitter disappointment that his son again found himself