Pucci knocks on Dio's door. He opens the door, notices him, and glares at him.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. Now go away and leave me alone."
He slams the door shut in a huff. Pucci knocks again. Dio opens the door again, irritated.
"What the hell do you want?!"
"I just wanted to say goodbye. Calm down, Dio."
"Bye Pucci," Dio mutters while shaking his head, "it's not like I'll miss you anyway, you bastard."
He shuts the door again.
Why did I say that? Hm, weird.
"Muda muda muda, muda?" The World calls from the little kitchen.
"No, I'm good."
Dio walks into his bedroom. Simple, plain, not decorated and shiny like the rest of the apartment. Bookshelves lining the walls, a simple wooden desk, and a plain bed. That's it.
I can't sleep with a ton of flashy shit around me. It's annoying, really.
Dio lays down on his bed and pulls out his phone.
Knock knock
"Go away," he mutters, and focuses on his phone.
Knock knock
"Go away!" He yells.
Knock knock
Dio jumps out of bed and wrenches the door open.
"What the hell do you..." he starts, but the man there is...is...he feels so familiar and so alien at the same time. If he wasn't wheelchair-bound and, like, alive and stuff, Dio could swear that he was...
"...want. Who the hell are you?"
The man looks up from the ground and gasps, as if startled to see Dio. He clenches the arms of his wheelchair.
"D-Diego Brando?! You...you died! What's going on?!" The man shouts. He closes his eyes tightly.
"T-Tusk!"
A weird, vaguely elephant-looking Stand pops up behind him. It looks over Dio, its expression angry.
"Ora ora," it says in a deep voice. Dio looks at the Stand, then at the man. He facepalms.
"Who the hell is Diego Brando?"
The man stares at him blankly.
"...you are."
Dio shakes his head.
"Look idiot, I've never even heard of this 'Diego Brando'. My name is Dio. Now leave me alone."
The man glares at him.
"Where's your Stand?"
"Za Warudo, get over here."
"Muda muda..."
The golden Stand floats towards the door. The man looks between Dio and The World with a really confused expression.
"Which...which Diego Brando are you? That's not Scary Monsters. They...wait, they both died! How are you alive?!"
Dio clenches his fists.
"My name is not Diego Brando, it's Dio. And I have absolutely no idea what the hell you're talking about. Now LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Dio slams the door in the man's face. All the commotion gets Jotaro's attention, and he opens his door. He sees a weird man with a weird Stand, so he walks out to try and figure out what's going on.
"Who are you?" Jotaro asks. The wheelchair-bound man turns to him.
"My name is Jonathan, but I go by Johnny."
Jotaro blinks at him.
"Last name?"
"Joestar," Johnny replies. Jotaro's eyes widen.
That's...really weird. That's my family name! But I don't know this guy...
"Are you some cousin of mine I've never heard of or something?"
Johnny stares at him blankly.
"My name is Jotaro. Jotaro Kujo. My grandfather's name is Joseph Joestar."
Johnny blinks.
"Joseph Joestar?"
Wait wait wait, wasn't 'Jonathan Joestar' the name of Joseph's grandfather? The one who died because he chose to give Dio his heart after Dio's suddenly failed? I remember that story...
"...yare yare daze...he's your grandson."
Johnny stares at him.
"I don't have a grandson. I don't have any kids. Now what's up with Diego Brando over there?"
"...who?"
"Your neighbor, the blond one."
"His name's Dio. Dio Brando. Isn't he your stepbrother? My grandfather told me that he saved your father's life by accident, and your father made a promise to adopt him if his father died before he was an adult. His father was run over by a horse, and so he was adopted by my great-great-great-grandfather, George Joestar. Your father. How do you not remember these people? Did a Stand mess with your memory or something? Wait, how are you even alive?"
"...what do you mean, 'how am I alive'?"
Jotaro pulls down his hat in frustration.
"You gave your heart to Dio after his suddenly failed. You died in the process, but he fully recovered. You basically sacrificed yourself for him."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Jotaro has an idea.
"What year is it?"
Johnny shakes his head.
"I was gonna ask someone. That's why I knocked on Diego's...er, Dio's door. This...this doesn't look like the world. This looks like some sort of futuristic book or something. So where...when am I?"
"...it's 2020," Jotaro responds. Johnny's eyes widen.
"WAIT, I'M 132 YEARS IN THE FUTURE?!"
"...you're from 1888?"
The time frame matches up, but...this isn't my great-great-grandfather. Somehow, there's another Jonathan Joestar from the same time period. It's probably a Stand. I know Stands can do weird things, but...this is the weirdest.
"Yes, I am. What happened?! This place looks so cool!"
Jotaro pulls out his phone. Johnny stares at it blankly. He looks Jotaro in the eyes and cocks his head slightly.
"What's that?"
Jotaro facepalms, but then takes a deep breath.
He's from 1888. He's never seen a smartphone.
"We call them 'smartphones'. They can do a lot of stuff. Calling, texting, looking stuff up, playing shows or movies, taking pictures, recording, playing video games..."
"Woah, slow down there. I don't understand most of what you're saying."
"Ora ora..." Star Platinum mocks behind them, "ora ora ora ora ora, ora ora. Ora ora."
Jotaro turns around.
"Not now," he growls under his breath, "go back into your room. I'll talk to you later."
"Ora ora ora," it mocks.
"Now!"
"Ora..." it mutters as it floats away. Jotaro turns back.
"So...what was all that stuff you said that your 'smartphone' can do?"
"Okay. It can call anyone from anywhere, for one."
"Cool! I won't even question how that's possible."
Jotaro stares at him blankly, then pulls his hat down.
"Yare yare daze...you're 132 years in the future...I think. I can't think of any Stands that can travel through time, but then again, I've never seen or heard of your Stand before, so maybe there's something I'm missing."
"Maybe," Johnny agrees.
"Okay, so I can also text people...it's like a telegram, but it doesn't require a code or wires or anything."
"Woah."
"And it also has access to basically all the information known. People upload it into a system, and then I can just type something in, and it'll come back with a ton of information. See?"
Jotaro types in 'Atlantic bottlenose dolphin' and a bunch of images and articles show up nigh-instantly.
"That is so cool!"
"Yeah. It's really useful. Now, I can also..."