[Shorter Story - Third Person]
"Two weeks in. TWO WEEKS IN." Anagram says to himself.
His apartment a mess, suit tattered, un-ironed like it normally is, sitting in the chaotic state his apartment is in. He messed up a two weeks ago, taking something he shouldn'tve. Now he's being punished. He believes it's too severe, something random happening to him every, few minutes. It was pure agony. He could be eating, and guess what, surprise! Sand!
Initially, he thought that the first effects of this 'Randomiser' was just a stand attack, but his entire mood shifted when he realised he couldn't summon Funni Kris. He dealt with getting seemingly random things happen to him for quite some time without cracking. But this pressure is starting to show. He's showing extreme bouts of tiredness, He can't stop sleeping lately. When he's awake, everybody looks at above his head in confusion. "Do I have something hovering over me?" He thinks, though he can't see it, a 2d holographic sprite of a bed hovers over him, like a status effect. And when he is sleeping, he keeps having a dream of watching a rift open in a nearby lakeside power plant and seeing himself fall out of it. The rest of the dream just follows the 'Mr. Anagram' who fell out of the rift. Mr. Anagram paces around in his apartment, nobody to turn to nobody to help vent this pressure.
Though a week of dealing with this torture, Mr. Anagram thinks he found out how to stop this randomness. The dreams he was having told him the location of the power plant. He believed that maybe that could provide some insight into solving this situation. So he heads out on foot to this power plant. Though a problem arises. His sleep is becoming extremely difficult to control. Falling asleep at any moment, despite the situation.
It had been several hours and Anagram was exhausted. Sitting on a bench, he realizes that his sense of direction has been deteriorated by the curse. But he fights on, reaching the power plant on the crawl. He stares up and around, slowly forgetting his reason to be here. slowly deteriorating. Suddenly, just like in the dream, a rift opens up. Loud and booming the rift emits a crackling sound Anagram quickly covers his ears as something pushes its way through the rift. A leg, the body, the head, It was definitely him. He slammed into the ground with a groan, the sound of ribs breaking sends shocks down Anagram's spine. He rushes over, trying to help the alternate self up.
*Alternate Anagram Groans*
Anagram is confused. Alternate him has a large crack down his face and is covered in injuries.
Though he isn't emitting a chromatic aura like the original, its more "cosmic" He also has a horn sprouting out of his head.
"Are you alright?" Anagram asks.
"Yeah I'm fine." Alternate Anagram groans, grabbing his chest in pain.
"We should get you medical help!" Anagram says.
Alternate Anagram groans and tries to stand up, he struggles and fails, eventually getting up but struggling. He looks around and gets a good look at Mr. Anagram.
"Wait, you look a lot like me." The alternate says
"Yeah, its weird... unrelated but, whats your name?" Mr. Anagram asks.
"My name is Duestay Antigram, what does my name have to do with this?"
Mr. Anagram feels something is off about this 'Antigram' guy. He looks like a twisted version of him. A foggy figure appears behind Antigram, It bares a resemblance to Funni Kris, yet different.
Anagram steps back.
"Y-you have a stand?"
"So your a fellow stand user. Being transported somewhere via rift is a strange power. Not unlike mine but strange nonetheless." Antigram says.
His stand is fully visible, cracking its knuckles as it stands beside him. Unnable to summon his stand he starts stepping away.
"I think you have me mistaken for someone else, I'm just cursed!" Anagram says.
"Don't care. I've been itching to kill anyways, that Known girl didn't really put up a fight"
Anagram recognized that name. That blasted name. This alternate version of him seemingly beat her no problem. What has the randomizer unleashed on the world, this monstrous version of him. Unable to fight back, Anagram begins to run, as fast as he can away from Mr. Antigram.
"Your running isn't going to get you anywhere. My Pineapple Upsidedown always succeeds. I already sent my stand ahead, so it can't miss." Antigram shouts as he walks at a normal speed behind Anagram.
Anagram runs to a dead end. He has nowhere to go. Pineapple Upsidedown is just right in front of him. Antigram walks up to Mr. Anagram.
"Wanna know what falling from a 200 feet hight feels like?"
Pinapple Upsidedown punches Anagram immediately warping him 200 feet up. From this hight he sees Antigram sprint off, not wanting to be associated with the bloody stain Anagram will soon become. Mr. Anagram screams in terror as gravity pulls him down to the concrete floor. But is suddenly saved as his pants inflate like an airbag, allowing him to float down. He was surprised, His curse wasn't all bad. He swivels his head around, looking for any hint to where his doppelganger is. "No luck," He thinks. So he walks back home. Walking up the stairs and opening his apartment door. His couch seems to have some strange liquid on it, but he brushes it off. He sits on his bed and sighs, closing his eyes to go to sleep, the first calm sleep he's had in a long time. His day was incoherent, and random. Just as his curse wanted it to be.