Starters

Steel Ball Dash

In an alternate reality, in a different time and a different world entirely, there was silence.

“...”

Indeed. Silence.

“...”

An awkward, pained silence, between an Italian and an American.

“Gyro, you’re shitting me. It’s... How the hell is this gonna help us win the race?! Can I, like, just stay with Slow Dancer?! You said so yourself that old horses have more experience! This one doesn’t look old at all! Hell, she looks younger than I am!”

The American casts a glance towards Gyro with a downright confused and offended expression,  not understanding why he’d bring him another horse.

“Johnny, I’m completely serious.”

The horse racer then motions to the pony in the room, confusion still etched on his face.

“There is no—there is no way you’re serious! She’s literally a blue horse!”

Gyro, with a deadpan expression, looks directly towards his gift and nods in complete seriousness.

“Johnny, she’s a pony.”

The Joestar’s look could have killed the Zeppeli in an instant, the pony in question squinting at the two of them warily.

“Don’t ‘Johnny’ me, Gyro! What kind of a joke is this supposed to be?! I—you know what? I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. What’s her name?”

In a matter-of-fact-like tone, Gyro begins petting the pony’s mane. Said pony is trying to bite his hand off, but he doesn’t let her even come close to taking it.

“Her name’s Rainbow Dash. Supposedly, she’s a Pegasus. She can fly, she was, like, three dollars, and she’s as young as you.”

Johnny nearly exploded in anger. She really was as young as him? She’d make more shitty decisions than he would!

“Rainbow Dash? Is this supposed to be a joke? Look at it! You’re seriously saying I should ride this thing?!”

A pause, before Gyro finally lets go of the very aggressive pony.

“Please, I couldn’t come up with this stuff even if I tried. What I said remains true... but look at her! She can FLY, Johnny. That’s an instant win on its own!”

Johnny sighed with one of those expressions. You know the ones. The one that your mother gives you when you ask for ice cream right after the dinner you said you weren’t hungry for. Wheeling forward on his wheelchair, he placed an uncertain hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“She’s... She’s a horse painted blue. You kept the receipt, right? We’re gonna take her back, and we’ll stick with real horses. Not ponies, especially ones called Rainbow Dash.”

Rainbow Dash snorted before shaking her head, moving away from the two to go eat some grass. Gyro, on the other hand, begins to sweat, knowing that there wasn’t any way he could break it to the Joestar lightly.

“I didn’t keep the receipt...? Don’t get mad! We’re keeping Dash, and that’s final!”

Johnny would have rolled his eyes, had it not been for one small detail he noticed.

“Hey... I don’t remember us having three dollars... Where’d you get the money from? WAIT, WHERE THE FUCK IS SLOW DANCER?!”

This little change in fate was how Gyro and Johnny managed to survive the Steel Ball Run (well, with Pocoloco in first, of course), President Valentine, and stunned Italy, the United States, and Steven Steel himself.

/———-/

Arrivederci! Sayonara, Scootaloo!

A crowd gathered around in a circle, two boys and one girl in the middle. One had a rather dated outfit with an X-shaped scar on his face, while the other was a dude that looked like a lady. The only girl was an orange pony with purple hair, almost looking like the gangster. Now, it’s rather rude to eavesdrop on conversations, but with the heated discussion coming from the central point, it would be impossible to not listen in.

“Check out this guy’s outfit! What, did you get that from the secondhand store? I can’t take you seriously!”

“Yo, what’s your problem?! Narancia, you shouldn’t be provoking him! Remember the last time you did this to someone?!”

“What’re you talkin’ about? He deserves it! He should know better than to trespass our territory!”

“T-Territory? What are you, a kid?!”

“Shut up, you assholes! You look like fuckin’ midgets! Scratch that, you ARE midgets! Shouldn’t freaks like you go to the circus?!”

Giorno was busy doing errands for the day, allowing Narancia to do whatever the hell he wanted on the streets of Napoli. Okuyasu caught a flight to Italy on Tonio’s recommendations alongside Josuke and Koichi, leading him to meet one of the youngest gang members in Italy. Scootaloo? She appeared with Narancia after she woke up in his bed without any recollection of what happened. Having been initiated in Giorno’s gang (with her own Stand, no less!), she was also accompanying the little gangster on his off day.

The results, of course, led to the three of them fighting after Narancia looked at Okuyasu and asked him why he looked like a deadbeat dad.

“Circus? I wouldn’t want to steal your spotlight!”

“Asshole...! I ought to use my Stand to erase your mouth and the shit you keep spitting from it!”

“GUYS! Abbachio’s gonna wring our necks if this keeps going on! Stop it already!”

“Shaddup, Scoot! This guy thinks he can walk up to us and talk shit! Consider this your first mission; fuck ‘im up!”

“B-But...! You did that first!”

“Fuck ME up? Try it, you bastards! You’re gonna be dead before you hit the fuckin’ floor!”

The crowd was deathly silent, waiting for the two brats to get a lot more violent than usual. Okuyasu was visibly mad, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to rack insults to fire at the Italian. Narancia was smiling smugly, practically taunting the Morioh-born bruiser to attack him. The language they were using would make a sailor blush... assuming he wasn’t from Morioh, too. Scootaloo was panicking, swearing that she could see the blond-haired leader in the crowd.

“Oh, please! Fugo could beat your ass any day of the week! Shit, I bet I don’t need my Stand to finish you!”

“Fu-go fuck yourself! Speak spaghetti one more time to me, motherfucker! One more fuckin’ time! Shigechi would’ve killed you quicker than I ever could, you fettuccine-looking ass brat!”

“Fettuccine? Shi-get your shit and start packing! You couldn’t even beat an old man!”

“I already did, you bumblefuck! Let’s go right now! Come on, asshole!”

“I can’t listen to this...! GIORNO! I KNOW YOU’RE THERE! HELP US~~~~~!”

Predictably, it ended with the two of them getting very stern warnings from both parties, especially so an Narancia’s part. Let’s just say that Okuyasu wouldn’t want to stick around in Italy after the mafia roughed him up... even though Giorno had to make new body parts for everyone. That’s a story for another day.