Ze1a7in and Tungul's Stand

After your brain finally catches back up the sight in front of you, of this strange floating pony, you slowly begin to take in it's appearance. It appears to be an Earth Pony in terms of features, with no horn or wings in sight. It's body, neck, and forelegs are a brilliant purple in color, while it's back legs and fore-hooves are crimson. It's head is a lighter shade of red you can't quite pinpoint, with a vague helmet-like shape, as well as a white mask over it's muzzle that appears to be made of metal. Where it's four legs connect to the body are what appear to be small wheels that spin idly on occasion. Naturally, when faced with such a thing, you do what any denizen of Ponyville would do: yell.

You let out a small squeak before screaming out "What in Tartaurus are you?!" at the new being. It doesn't respond save for tilting it's head to your left, but the people around you start whispering. They begin asking confused questions, which you can pick up with ease due to mere proximity.

Things like "What is he talking to?" and "Did he see a new bug? But if he did, what was with his language?" begin chiming in throughout the center of Ponyville, the voices of the bemused and concerned surrounding you and filling the air itself. You furrow your brow in confusion. Why are they asking that? you think to yourself, I mean, if I didn't know any better, it sounds like they...can't see...that explains it. I must be hallucinating. I've gone absolutely mad!

It makes sense, really. The Arrow had a weird disease or the like, especially after having been in the ground for a while, you got taken in with some kind of magically-enchanted flu, and now you're seeing ghosts and feeling weird tingles through your body and head. That has to be the only explanation, or at least the one that makes sense. Confident you've figured it out, you ignore the spirit and turn for the third time to head to the local Doctor. This time, you finally manage to start trotting, putting one hoof in front of the other instead of constantly turning around and turning around looking for something or after something. Along the way, this spirit keeps following you, not even phased by your epiphany. Makes sense, you'd need a pill or something to stop the symptoms, but it still feels oddly persistent for a hallucination.

Before you make too much progress, though, you let out a sigh. Ponyville Hospital isn't exactly close to Town Square, even if it was in sight, and while flying would make things easier, that'd both expend a lot of energy and be a risk with this hallucination constantly showing up in front of you. Which would, again, make for an embarrassing story of how you smashed into a tree because your mind made you see things. "I wish there was an easier way to get there without galloping," you mutter to yourself, before shaking your head and looking back up. Once you do, though, the spirit suddenly comes down to ground level for the first time since arriving. Lowering itself down to stand on it's legs, it taps the ground with it's hoof, one of it's wheels spinning violently, and suddenly, the ground starts morphing and twisting right in front of you.

It creases up and folds in, like crumpling and creasing a sheet of paper for an airplane. Rocks move out of the way, grass gets taken in with the folding, and your whole theory on it being just a product of your mind is branded on the flank when you see ponies reacting to this phenomenon by backing away with confusion in their eyes. Just as soon as it started, it stops, and only about three feet away, separated by creased terrain, was the entrance to Ponyville Hospital. You turn and gawk at your spirit before stepping over the folds, which then expand back out in the same quick speed. The spot you were just standing is suddenly yards away, yet you barely actually moved. The ground looks undamaged as the folds vanish, and the ponies start whispering amongst themselves again.

You turn back to your spirit, now hovering back by your side, and you feel a compulsion. An errant thought that provides an appellation you can't quite explain the origin of. You think of a name, about as naturally as you think about walking. "New Divide," you say out-loud, christening the spirit, which seems to give a small nod. You suddenly feel in control of this spirit, and with a bit of conscious thought, it vanishes with no trace of it's existence. You think again and call it out, and it looks the same as it just did before you put it away. Sighing again, this time from the irritation of a lack of knowledge on the subject, you de-summon New Divide and stand by Ponyville Hospital for a second, taking in the events of the day.

Or at least, you start to. But then you feel a slight bit of liquid drip on your snout. Wiping off the offending liquid reveals it to be brown in color, and one possibly dumb idea to taste it later, you discover this is chocolate milk of some kind. You look back up to see pink clouds covering the skies of Ponyville in seconds, before chocolate milk somehow starts raining down on the town. Great. First the spirit, and now this. You hesitate to say anything, though, because deep down, you know this day can and most likely will just keep getting weirder. For now, though, you're just left pondering one question.

What are you going to do?
<--- To Be Continued

Author's Notes:

I know I said this story will update once a week, but between New Divide getting the most votes of what turned out to be four equally unique and awesome Stands, and my sheer itchiness to write more, I couldn't resist going ahead and doing this. I hope this has been to your liking and enjoyment! :)

Anyway, we're finally onto normal Comment Driven Story stuff. It's your action and your choice. When faced with a spirit and Chocolate Rain, you should probably think about this a little. Just sayin'.

Now...what would a JoJo thing be without an ending song? Let's start off with a classic.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPCLFtxpadE