Wouldn't you just love to be in your favorite stories?

Well, not if you're caught in this Stand!

At a local town, Wes helped an old man whose knee injury was acting up in the rain. It had been difficult for the gang to get him adjusted to life outside prison due to his memory loss. "Jeez," Anasui said, "At least Emporio has an excuse. He was born inside the prison and never knew life outside it. But you had to have had some sort of life before being imprisoned. I can only assume it was Whitesnake's doing that caused you to lose your memories so thoroughly, but why would Pucci let you live afterward?"

"I don't know," Wes admitted, "But this mark I suddenly gained may hold a clue to that. Frankly there are a lot of questions about myself that I'd like answered. Such as... Why was I even imprisoned in the first place?" "Hey yeah, that's a good point," Ermes realized, "Most of our crimes are well documented. I held up a convenience store, Jolyne buried a body someone else killed, Rainbow beat up a bunch of guys, Gwess burned down a building just to kill some dude..." "While I on parole no less," Gwess said, feeling a little guilty.

Ermes kept going. "Atroe kidnapped some kid, and Anasui vivisected two people alive. Heck, the only people here who haven't committed a crime are Ryusei and Emporio. But what about you, Wes?" "I only know from my privilege card," Wes replied, "Apparently I tried to kill someone, but there were no other details. That's another mystery. Who was I trying to kill, and why? Only Pucci holds those answers... I can somehow instinctively tell he's a personal enemy."

"Well, we can't stick around here," Jolyne said, "Pucci's already got a major head-start on us. Remember, he needs to get to Cape Canaveral before the next New Moon. And I don't think we wanna know what'll happen when he completes DIO's formula." Luckily, the Speedwagon Foundation was willing to smooth out the jailbreak situation, citing possible corruption of authority, with Viviano Westwood and Miuccia Miuller, also known as Miu Miu, as prime examples. This led to the prison being temporarily closed down and all the prisoners being located elsewhere, with Speedwagon taking custody of the Stand using criminals.

This created enough of a media distraction that not even a beat patrol was looking for the group, leaving them free to make their way to Cape Canaveral. Along the route, Gwess' eyes lit up. "Oh my gosh... We're approaching Walt Disney World!" "Eh, I've already been there," Jolyne said, "Universal Studios too." Anasui was checking out the guidebook for the place. "Hey Ryusei, you should get a new guidebook. None of the usual Disney characters are on here."

Ryusei narrowed his eyes. "That's weird... That guidebook was perfectly normal when I bought it." "And doesn't it look like someone cut out the characters?," Rainbow asked. Just then, something darted along the boxes in the back of Ryusei's truck, which the group was riding. "Diver Down!" Anasui's Stand slipped through the boxes and grabbed the creature, which turned out to be a wooden puppet with an elongated nose. "What kind of Stand is this?"

"Color me crazy," Atroe said, "But I think that's Pinocchio." "Doesn't look like the Pinocchio I grew up with," Rainbow replied. "Maybe because it didn't come from a familiar source," Jolyne replied, holding a story book that was supposed to have Pinocchio on the cover, only there was a blank white outline in the character's place. Anasui held up the puppet. "You're clearly a creation of some sort of Stand. So tell me, are you here with anyone else?"

"No," the puppet said, "I'm alone here..." Anasui titled his head as the puppet's nose quickly grew, then squeezed harder. "Don't try that with me! I've read your story, so I know your nose grows longer when you lie! So you are working with someone!" "No, no that wasn't the lie!," Pinocchio replied, "Actually, the truth is there was one other being here, but he got off the truck. Mickey, I think." The puppet's nose started to shrink, showing he was telling the truth.

"Uh, guys," Atroe said, "I think Pinocchio here may be as confused as we are. Look." On the ground was a half-eaten apple, being carried by three pairs of human-looking legs. Wes picked it up, only to have seven little men appear on his shoulder. "What is this?," he asked, "And before you ask, I do know what an apple is, that's not what I was talking about." "I think I know the nature of this Stand," Ermes said, "It has something to do fairy tales, or maybe just fiction in general. Pinocchio, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, and apparently Mickey Mouse just hopped off the truck while we weren't looking."

"If that's the case," Gwess said, and she opened the box the apple was found near. Sure enough, a sleeping woman popped out of it, bearing a familiar black hair and white pallor. "Yep, there's Snow White all right. Think it was poison, or did she simply choke like the original story?" "Does it really matter?," Rainbow asked, "The point is, where's the Stand user making these things come to life?" "Uh, guys," Jolyne said, pointing to a Universal Studios billboard that had another cutout, "I don't think finding the Stand user is gonna be so easy."

"Yeah, news reports are featuring it worldwide," Ryusei said, "I've heard some Stand users can have infinite range with their Stands, but this is my first time encountering one." "If it effects all fictional media...," Jolyne asked, "That Stand user better be well hidden, or Dad will kill him for interrupting Gokaiger! That's an anniversary season, after all! Thirty-five series of Super Sentai that this guy could potentially be messing with!" Throughout all of this, Wes was calmly munching on the apple and reading the book Snow White and the dwarves had popped out of.

He then looked around. "Hey, why is everyone out cold Rainbow?" Rainbow had summoned her Stand to get a better view above the truck, only to find herself a few inches from where she thought she was. All the others were unconscious, and she could spot Anasui somehow under the truck thanks to a small blood trail. The sight of the fictional beings still there convinced her she hadn't been dreaming. "Something's wrong," she said, "What just happened? Why did I move?"

"You got back in your body?," Pinocchio asked, "Your soul should have been separated from it when you saw your favorite fictional character." Rainbow gasped. "That's it! If I'll Fly can protect my mind from being altered, what's to stop it from preventing my soul from being removed? But the others are still affected." "And that includes Ryusei," Wes said, spotting Ryusei asleep at the wheel. And the truck was heading for a guard divider. "Uh oh," Rainbow said, "My Stand can provide some protection for those inside it's flight field, but..."

Wes nodded. "I'll keep us safe. Weather Report!" Wes' Stand created a literal airbag from air pressure, allowing them to impact as safely as possible. As Rainbow shook her head, she spotted several familiar flying robots. "Jeez, Transformers, Astro Boy, Gundam Wing. I swear if I see the Big O walking around I'm tearing Roger Smith out of its cockpit before it smashes something important." "It's affecting anything fictional," Wes noted, "I may have experienced these popular figures in the past, but I don't remember it so I remain immune."

Just then, Ryusei and Anasui woke up, as Pinocchio exploded. "Well," Anasui said, "Looks like destroying Pinocchio got both of us back. But where did the dwarves go?" "I think I saw them heading for the Burger King over there," Ryusei said, pointing, "They said something about being worried about Snow White, who got thrown clear from the crash. This Stand works by making fictional characters come to life, and people who love those characters get drawn into a fictional world due to a subconscious desire to live in that world. But defeating one of the characters apparently frees anyone who was drawn in."

"To defeat them all and free the others would be a waste of time," Wes noted, "This new Stand user clearly works for Pucci, and was tasked with slowing us down." Emporio was shaking Jolyne's unconscious form. "Me and Emporio seem to be immune due to our lack of knowledge of these characters," Wes noted, "And Rainbow's Stand protects her. We'll try to find clues about Stand user. I can sense them somewhere nearby. Be careful as you look for the dwarves. Any new story could draw you in, and depending on the story it could create a very bad ending."

Meanwhile at the Joestar home, things were in chaos. Jotaro slammed his fist into another Gormin. "Gimme a break... And all I wanted was to catch this week's episode." "Really sorry about this," Gokai Silver replied, "Nothing like this was in the script." "I'm not really complaining," Joseph said, "It gives me a good chance to see Granddad again." "Well, sort of," Jonathan said. He had popped out of his portrait in the main hall of the Joestar mansion. "This is clearly another Stand power," Fluttershy said as Music in the Trees used its vines to restrain Action Commander Osogain, "But where could the user be?" "Good question," Jotaro replied.

Wes and Rainbow were running through a nearby town, several more people seen unconscious. "At the very least we can assume casualties will be at a minimum," Wes noted, "After all, common sense dictates most people would like to be the hero in a story." "Yeah, but what if someone is fan of Death Note?," Rainbow pointed out, "A lot of people died in that series, including major characters. Heck, including the main character, Light Yagami."

"Excuse me," a middle-aged man with a bandage over his ear said, "Do either of you know me?" "Not now Van Gogh," Rainbow said. "Who?," Wes asked. Rainbow sighed. "Vincent van Gogh, a popular but very disturbed painter most well-known for cutting his ear off." Wes looked more confused. "That was a real person though, yes? Why would the Stand bring him back?" "Because after he cut off his ear he painted a self-portrait of himself," Rainbow explained.

They both blinked after she said that. "Not good," Wes said, "The Stand is starting to affect works of art. That means figures are popping out of paintings and statues are coming to life." "We have to find that user," Rainbow said. She then saw Wes walking off in a daze. 'Damn it! Talking about art finally got him affected! Nothing for it... I'm not gonna be able to track any of them if I can't even see them. I should still be able to use my Stand without the flight field if my soul is separated from my body.'

She dropped her field, letting I'll Fly split from her, and watched her body run off after Wes. "Rainbow," Wes said, "Why?" "I should still be able to fly by letting my Stand carry me," Rainbow explained, "Can you track the user?" Wes nodded. "I can, but he's moving too fast. Clearly he's using a vehicle of some sort. Like a bus or..." His eyes widened. "Or a plane! Of course! His Stand affects the whole world at once, so the most logical hiding place is on a plane heading in a random direction!"

Ungalo, one of the sons of DIO whom Pucci had met with, smiled as he sipped champagne. "A free trip to Italy on that priest's dollar. And all I had to do was activate my Stand, Bohemian Rhapsody, and let it run wild. But man, finding out those other two guys admitted to the hospital at the same time as me are my brothers... Like a regular family reunion. And our mothers even knew each other." Ungalo's mother was Midler, the Tarot Assassin of the Priestess.

Despite the presence of a sudden thunderstorm the flight went off as normal. "It's been years since I've been to Italy. Been a mess since I couldn't get my hands on the good stuff. But Pucci's right, I shouldn't be focusing on drugs." He chuckled as he listened to the radio about the news regarding his Stand's hijinx. "Video games, TV shows, movies, comics, even art work. My Stand can bring it all to life, so long as it's fictional! Sure some might see it as a blessing. And why not? They get to live out their greatest fantasies. But once they get sucked into the story, the story has to play out exactly as it was written!"

He cackled. "Seeing the chaos and despair that fills the world now is so satisfying! Even the biggest drug I've taken can't compare to this high I'm feeling right now!" He then got distracted by a little girl reading from a book, and gasped. 'What the hell!? That's a story book for Peter Pan! In fact, I saw him flying by not two seconds ago! But now he's back in the story! But how!? Once my Stand activates it won't stop unless I want it too!'

Wes smiled. He had tricked the portrait of Van Gogh into drawing a character based on what was going on in his mind. "What...," Van Gogh stuttered, "What did you make me do?" "This Stand makes stories come to life," Wes explained, "And I just made up a story about a hero designed to eliminate all other fantasies gone rogue. Since the story must reach its conclusion, then this story ends... With reality being restored to normal!" Sure enough, the hero Wes created, Put Back, emerged from the sidewalk he was drawn on. "Way to go Wes!," Rainbow called out.

Meanwhile, Tomomi found who she was looking for. Midler was surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to avenge a little grievance," Tomomi explained, "By now, your son Ungalo has just been defeated. His Stand activating slowed me down a little, and yes I could tell he was responsible. He seems the sort that would want to create such chaos." She scoffed. "If he were really as good as my son, he'd have done something more constructive than lash out at the world just because of a drug addiction."

Midler growled before launching her Stand, High Priestess, to attack, only for Tomomi to blast through it using Nut. "It's so easy for my Stand to beat yours. Wind can wear down rock, and rust metal." She plowed her fist into Midler's stomach, before blasting a stream of wind right through her. "You were always DIO's least favorite anyway," Tomomi said smugly, "Right about now Ungalo should arriving in Italy. Giorno knows about him, and left his gang instructions to finish him off. I don't know what state he's in, but it's likely he's lost the will to live." Midler struggled to form words as her life left her, dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes.