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// Chapter 24: It's the Day That Never Comes 
// Story: SuShi's Bizarre Adventure: Twilit Curtain Call 
// by Jojoleopard 
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“The attack seems to have slowed down further…” Twilight looked at the particles floating away from her fingertips. The ends of her skin were already gone and her fingernails were starting to disappear now. “We have to stick closer as we head down the catacombs.”

“We’ll have to be careful where we tread,” Daring Do cautioned. “If these catacombs are anything like the one under Paris, we could easily get lost and die in here.”

“We’re already going to die in here if we just stand around,” Shiho said. “We’ll have to find the Stand master and beat them to a pulp.”

“I’ve primed Yesterday to reset us back to the entrance if we fail,” Daring Do held up her stopwatch Stand. “But I have two charges left for the day.”

They proceeded down the tunnel of the catacombs, keeping close together, walking quickly as they looked for signs of Die Die Riches. The tunnel soon split into two different paths, one leading straight ahead and another curving back and lower down.

Twilight looked at her dissolving fingers and then to the path that led down. “I think it’s getting stronger again… It must get worse the closer we are to the enemy Stand. I think it’s this way.”

“They’re gonna pay for what they’ve done to my arm!” Spike summoned Winter Wrap Up, which swirled a ball of ice into existence; it still had both arms.

Shiho narrowed her eyes at the path. She wanted a piece of the enemy too. “Then down we go.”

They were soon led past another row of coffins on both sides before trudging down a flight of stone stairs. A spider had made quite a large home here and Twilight felt sorry as she accidentally broke through part of its web. The spider quickly scurried back into one of the recesses, but quickly faded away just as it tried to enter a crack.

She raised her eyebrows, but there wasn’t much time to think about this as a creepy laughter echoed around them, coming from the room ahead of their tunnel.

“Welcome, foolish rich…” It was a man’s voice, but it was low and at the same time, a little nasally. “You have come to your death.”

“Where are you?” Shiho called out as she smashed one of the coffin’s with Curtain Call’s hand, breaking part of it and allowing a bony finger to fall out. “Show yourself so we can kill you.”

“I am not one to shy away from battle, no, not like my other comrades you have faced…” the voice continued. “Come to me. I’m waiting for you in the next room.”

After the flight of steps, the Sushi group found themselves in some sort of chamber with four pillars holding up the ceiling. There were five rows of coffins leading up the walls on all sides and in the center of the room, standing beside a holographic brazier, the only thing emitting light in the room, was a man wearing a black fedora with short grey hair and a scar along his nose. He was dressed in a black t-shirt with what looked like his own face printed on it, along with black jeans.

“So you’re the Stand master.” Josher pointed at him.

“You’re the one that took my arm!” Spike growled and called out his Stand, still holding the ice ball. “You’re going to regret-”

“I don’t give two fox legs what you have to say!” The man interrupted him and called out his Stand, a white and grey mechanical-looking figure. It had no visible eyes and it had ridges going down its arms and legs. “I have to kill the rich. That is my one and only desire in this world. I am Garland Greyness, strongest member of Die Die Riches next to Duckie Deluxe.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve all said or thought that…” Shiho wasn’t impressed.

“Enough talk, witness the might of The Day That Never Comes!” He placed a hand on his hat, then slid one step back.

A white glow enveloped his Stand as it raised both hands and balled them into fists. Spike was the first to act and had Winter Wrap Up throw its ice ball at him. The enemy Stand spun on its heel before slamming the back of one hand against the ball, shattering it to pieces before placing the hand on its chest. 

“The Day That Never Comes?” Shiho scoffed. “What the hell kind of a name for a Stand is that? You going to say the full name every time you use it? Nice to see you guys are short on brains as well as money. Curtain Call!”

Shiho’s Stand flew out and aimed a flurry of punches at the enemy. But to her surprise, The Day That Never Comes matched Curtain Call’s blow for blow, punching with the same ferocity and speed, pounding their knuckles together.

Seeing the futility of attacking like that, Shiho got her Stand to spin around, avoiding the next set of punches as it threw its cloth forward and spun its arm in a spiral. The cloth rolled itself up and grew thinner near the end, forming into a kind of tendril before striking the back of The Day That Never Comes’ right foot.

Garland Greyness took a step back as a tear formed across his black shoes, dripping blood as he glared at Shiho with renewed rage.

Curtain Call did the same again and again, lashing out its cloth like a spear, but The Day That Never Comes had already seen it work before and it avoided the attack each time, sliding its body from side to side as it avoided Curtain Call’s cloth.

“All I have to do is avoid you. You can’t avoid The Day That Never Comes’ power.” Garland pointed two fingers of one hand at Shiho and the others. “Already, its ability has eaten away at you, slowly turning you to dust. That shorter friend of yours has already experienced more of it firsthand. Where is your hand, my friend?”

Spike balled his other fist. “Why you! Get him, Winter Wrap Up!”

Spike’s Stand flew high and unfolded its wings as it released a fog of frost, coating the coffins and pillars on the sides as it fired ice spike after ice spike at The Day That Never Comes and Garland. He sidestepped what he could as his Stand smashed the rest with its punches.

But it was a losing battle for Spike. As his Stand continued to fire ice at them, it strayed too far from the group and its wings soon dissolved away, sending it plummeting down on its face. Spike fell back onto the ground as Winter Wrap Up collided with the floor, knocking him out.

“Spike!” Twilight ran to him. “We have to stay together, or we’ll turn to dust!”

“Stay together?” Garland laughed and drew a finger down his cheek. “Do you think staying together will save you from my Stand’s ability? Oh, no. Its ability, Death Magnetic, will continue to eat away at you until you are no more. Staying together does not change the speed at which you disappear.”

Then he hopped back as Curtain Call punched the ground where he had been standing. The Day That Never Comes grabbed it by the shoulders, then spun around and drove it into one of the pillars before delivering a series of punches into its chest.

Shiho coughed up blood and bent one knee slightly.

“Down Under!” Josher sent his Stand charging out, smashing down one of the pillars as it swung its anchor at The Day That Never Comes. But without any water touching it, its movements were slow and lumbering, allowing the enemy Stand to easily avoid the attack before punching it in the knees.

Down Under dropped lower, allowing The Day That Never Comes to jump on its back and cutting down with an axe kick in the center of its forehead.

“A-Agh!” Josher clutched his face as blood dripped down his eyes.

Down Under swung its anchor again and Garland stepped back as it swept away the holographic brazier in the center of the room, shattering the device into tiny pieces, plunging the room into darkness, save for their lightphones.

Josher could see his Stand fumble in the dark, but then as it staggered back, its body began to fade. Josher looked down at himself and to his horror, his body was starting to disappear as well, mimicking his Stand’s disappearance.

“Josher!” Twilight reached a hand out to him, but all she could touch was dust as it rose up into the air. “No!”

“You fools!” Garland Greyness laughed from the darkness as Shiho also began to disappear. “You destroyed the only source of your survival in this room!”

“You… you fu-” Was all Shiho could say as her body vanished.

“No!” Twilight sent her Stand out to try and slow her down, but all it could do was slow the speed of the dust being blown away.

“That’s right. Do you dare come out here into the darkness to face me?” Garland stretched his arms out, palms facing up. “That’s right, the darkness helps Death Magnetic bring the end to you. The less natural light there is, the faster your body dissolves and now with the brazier gone, there’s nothing more you can do! The lights coming from your phones will only give you a few minutes more at best. You will all die down here, you rich fools!”

Daring Do gritted her teeth, but then she pulled out her Stand and nodded to Twilight. “I have to do it. None of you will remember a thing, but I will do my best to beat this guy!”

She began typing on its surface, doing her best to get the words she needed to understand later.

“What do you plan on doing?” Then Garland saw Yesterday in her hand and remembered Duckie’s notes. “It can rewind time. No!”

“Yes!” Daring Do gave him the finger as she clicked down on the reset button.

There was a blinding flash of light and everything was dark again, save for their lightphones. They were back in the sewers, just before the entrance to the catacombs.

“We’re already going to die in here if we just stand around,” Shiho said. “We’ll have to find the Stand master and beat them to a pulp.”

“Wait, I just used Yesterday! Something must’ve gone wrong.” Daring Do held up Yesterday and looked at its screen. It read out, ‘4v01d D4rkn355’.

“We must’ve just charged in there blindly and had our faces served back to us on platters,” Josher said. “What’s it say, Daring Do?”

“It says to avoid darkness.” She tapped the side of her head. “Could it be that the dark is what’s making us turn to dust?”

“Wait a minute…” Josher moved his phone away from his left hand, allowing the darkness to creep closer. As soon as he did, he could immediately see it eating away at the tips of his fingers faster, already taking apart half of his fingernails before he brought the light from his phone back. “It’s true!”

“That’s why Spike lost his arm when he ran ahead!” Twilight looked at her wounded friend and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “It’s because he left the safety of your light.”

“Could’ve been helpful to know this sooner…” Spike sighed as he looked at his stump of an arm.

“Turn up the brightness of your lightphones,” Daring Do instructed as she did so herself. “And let’s find that enemy Stand master and take them down.”

The rest of the group nodded and kept the light close to their bodies as they entered the next tunnel. Because of time resetting itself, they had yet to experience the catacombs and the coffins and location served as a surprise for them again as they trudged through the hidden necropolis in search of the enemy.

“The dissolving seems to be stronger down this way.” Twilight pointed to the path that led down a flight of steps.

Shiho nodded and took the lead, carrying one of the light tubes with her that had been left at the entrance. She figured a stronger light source would slow their return to dust further. Perhaps a more natural light might even just stop it completely and that gave her an idea.

“Welcome, foolish rich…” Following a bout of creepy laughter, they heard a man’s voice, but it was low and at the same time, a little nasally. “You have come to your death.”

“Where are you?” Shiho called out as she smashed one of the coffin’s with Curtain Call’s hand, breaking part of it and allowing a bony finger to fall out. “Show yourself so we can kill you.”

“I am not one to shy away from battle, no, not like my other comrades you have faced…” the voice continued. “Come to me. I’m waiting for you in the next room.”

Past the steps, they reentered the vast chamber with the four pillars. Garland Greyness again stood by the holographic brazier, waiting for them beside his Stand.

But this time we know your little secret… Daring Do smiled to herself.

“So you’re the Stand master.” Josher pointed at him.

“You’re the one that took my arm!” Spike growled and called out his Stand, still holding the ice ball. “You’re going to regret-”

“I don’t give two fox legs what you have to say!” The man interrupted him and called out his Stand, a white and grey mechanical-looking figure. It had no visible eyes and it had ridges going down its arms and legs. “I have to kill the rich. That is my one and only desire in this world. I am Garland Greyness, strongest member of Die Die Riches next to Duckie Deluxe.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve all said or thought that…” Shiho wasn’t impressed.

“Enough talk, witness the might of The Day That Never Comes!” He placed a hand on his hat, then slid one step back.

A white glow enveloped his Stand as it raised both hands and balled them into fists. Spike was the first to act and had Winter Wrap Up throw its ice ball at him. The enemy Stand spun on its heel before slamming the back of one hand against the ball, shattering it to pieces before placing the hand on its chest. 

“The Day That Never Comes?” Shiho scoffed. “What the hell kind of a name for a Stand is that? You going to say the full name every time you use it? Nice to see you guys are short on brains as well as money. Curtain Call!”

Shiho’s Stand flew out from within her and opened its mouth as it rained blow after blow against The Day That Never Comes. To her astonishment, it matched her Stand punch for punch, deflecting each fist with its own, but this time, Shiho would be better prepared.

Curtain Call pulled back and spun its cloth out, lashing it out in a spiral at The Day That Never Comes like the thrust of a spear, before striking the back of The Day That Never Comes’ right foot.

Garland Greyness took a step back as a tear formed across his black shoes, dripping blood as he glared at Shiho with renewed rage.

Curtain Call did the same again and again, lashing out its cloth like a spear, but The Day That Never Comes had already seen it work before and it avoided the attack each time, sliding its body from side to side as it avoided Curtain Call’s cloth.

“I can avoid all your attacks now that I’ve seen them!” Garland leaned to one side and brought a hand close to his chin as he laughed. “You can never escape The Day That Never Comes!”

“You think you’ve won already, have you?” Shiho pointed a finger at him and frowned. “You see, we already know how to-”

“I don’t give a double pig’s trotter what you know!” Garland Greyness swung a fist through the air as his Stand did the same towards Curtain Call. “I have to kill the rich. It’s all I know and it’s what I’m going to do!”

“Then I guess you won’t know how you’ll die.” Shiho stuffed her hand in her skirt pocket. “Curtain Call.”

Her Stand spun its cloth around, then blocked The Day That Never Comes’ view as its punch flew past her Stand. It collided with one of the pillars, but the pillar suddenly shattered as though its surface had become…

“Glass?” Garland said in disbelief as the integrity of the pillar failed, sending cracks across the rest of it as it began to crumble under the weight of the ceiling. “You turned stone to glass!”

“You would’ve known more about it if you hadn’t interrupted me!” Shiho had her Stand kick back as it fell away from The Day That Never Comes. Its foot connected and sent the enemy Stand crashing into the brazier. “Curtain Call has the ability to turn anything into another object. I just turned a portion of the pillar into glass when you weren’t looking and you were foolish enough to shatter it. Now comes the part where your plan fails.”

“Shut up, it’s where your plan fails!” Garland wiped blood from his mouth as his Stand got off the brazier. It had crumpled under its weight and was now shooting sparks into the air. “Without light, you’re all going to return to dust faster than I can count to three!”

As The Day That Never Comes turned around, it slashed a hand across the device, breaking it in half and plunging the chamber into darkness.

“It’s over now!” Garland began cackling in the dark as he spread his arms wide. “The Day That Never Comes’s ability, Death Magnetic, will continue to eat away at you until you are no more, and the darker it is, the faster you are consumed! It’s over now! You will all die down here and Die Die Riches will succeed in killing a handful of you rich fools!”

But as the pillar broke down under pressure of the street above, the ceiling came crashing down as Shiho dived away from a huge chunk of debris. Garland had The Day That Never Comes punch at the falling stone, but with the stone came the rays of the afternoon sun, cutting through the darkness like a heated knife, almost immediately illuminating the area as sparkles flew through the air around them.

All at once, all their dissolving stopped and Josher looked at his fingers before giving Shiho a thumbs up.

“Awesome!” Spike looked at his stump and then at Garland, who was still standing among debris, alive and well. “You’re so going down now.”

“No! How did you know?” Garland snarled at the group.

Daring Do took a step forward and pointed a finger at him as she placed her other hand on the rim of her hat. “It was easy. You told me yourself. Once I rewound time with Yesterday, I just relayed the information I received to the others. And what do you know, the more natural the light, the weaker your powers. Under the afternoon sun, we’ve stopped turning to dust completely.”

The Day That Never Comes’ glow faded away and it looked at its hands before ducking low to avoid one of Curtain Call’s punches. With renewed vigor, it weaved around two of The Day That Never Comes’ punches, then sprung back up from underneath its arms, ramming its head into its chest before spinning around and wrapping its cloth around the enemy Stand’s left arm.

With a powerful tug, Curtain Call tore it right out of its socket, with the effect copying over to its master. Garland Greyness yelled in agony as blood sprayed from his shoulder, where his arm had once been connected to his body. Curtain Call next wrapped it around The Day That Never Comes’ right shin, then kicked it in the chest as it pulled back. As it spun around in the air, Curtain Call tore its leg off and Garland fell to the ground by the ruins of his holographic brazier. He would’ve cried out more, but then Shiho’s Stand grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up.

“You were saying?” Shiho asked.

“You rich people always think you can do what you want just because you have money!” Garland croaked at her. “I hate the rich. You all deserve to die. Die. Die. Die! I have always felt the intense desire to kill the rich and my anger is righteous!”

He swung a punch as his arm turned into The Day That Never Comes’ own arm, curving a strike to the side of Shiho’s head. But she deflected it with Curtain Call’s own arm, knocking it high before grabbing it by the wrist. Stepping back, she repeatedly kicked Garland in the groin, over and over again.

“Let’s see you try to make babies now, you poor sod.” Shiho kicked him again. Then she spat in his face and wiped the corner of her mouth.

“Hey, he’s had enough, Shiho.” Twilight took a step forward. “We don’t need to go this far.”

“How can you say that?” Shiho snapped. “Die Die Riches killed my friend. They’re trying to turn the world over. This one’s been trying to kill us, and he almost succeeded. I’m going to send him off to the afterlife in so many pieces, that the devil won’t even recognize his sorry face!”

“This is unnecessarily violent.” Twilight reached a hand out. “If you’re going to finish him off, just punch him like normal.”

Shiho growled and sent Curtain Call to punch Garland Greyness in the face, then as he was flying back, used her Stand to turn the wall behind him into a nest of razor wire.

“Wait, no!” Twilight’s Stand copied her movements and reached its hand out as well, but from its fingers came a vibration of air, distorting the space before her.

Shiho felt it blow by her ears and turned around, but her movement had slowed drastically and by the time she had turned her head ten degrees, Twilight had already walked past her towards the equally slowed Garland Greyness.

Strange World grabbed him by the foot, then swung him away from the razor wire before he could touch it. Garland’s speed then sped up and he crashed and tumbled on the ground before stopping against one of the pillars.

“It seems…” Twilight looked at her hands, then clenched them. “It seems I can affect more than one target at a time now. With greater effect. There’s still so much to learn about you, Strange World.”

“What did you do that for?” Shiho’s speed resumed and she raised her arms at her sides. “I wasn’t through with him.”

“I couldn’t just let you kill a person in cold blood!” Twilight exclaimed. “You hate Die Die Riches because of what they did to you. That’s fine. But we have to be better than they are, otherwise our entire journey will have been pointless! Didn’t we come all this way to save the world? What kind of world are we making if we can’t show a little mercy?”

“For your information, I didn’t come here to save the world,” Shiho shot back. “I’m here because I made a promise to myself to stamp out every single member of Die Die Riches for killing my friend. Do you think the dead care about honor and mercy? Get over yourself, Twilight Sparkle.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that!” Spike ran to Twilight’s defense. “This is so much bigger than just yourself, Shiho. Did you not realize that?”

“They’re right, you know?” Daring Do knocked her on the back of the head with one finger. “If Die Die Riches eliminates our world leaders, the world would be plunged into chaos. They know nothing about leading a country, much less the whole world.”

“I hate their guts too, Shiho.” Josher nodded. “But we’re better than them. We don’t have to be like them.”

She looked at the downed Garland Greyness and widened her glare as her fists shook. Then she turned and walked past them, stopping past Twilight and without turning around, she said, “Fine. The old granny wouldn’t want me to, anyway.”

Twilight looked back at her slightly and nodded. “Thanks, Shiho. I think he’s had enough. We should keep going. We still have to find Duckie.”

“Whatever.” Shiho said. “This punk must know the way to get to their leader. Be a lot better if he just told us.”

“He must have had some way to navigate the catacombs in case he got lost,” Daring Do pointed out. “Maybe we can take that.”

“Let’s see what we have here…” Josher reached into Garland’s pockets and dug around. “Hey, got something.”

He held up a blinking circular device with a dot in its center. But before he could get back up, Garland’s Stand reached out and grabbed him around the neck.

“No… It’s not over! The rich… must… die!” He growled. His eyes were red, filled with blood. “The Day That Never Comes will destroy you all!”

“Let him go,” Daring Do warned, taking out her wire whip. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be; you’re in no condition to fight us any more.”

“I’m… the second strongest member of Die Die Riches!” Garland yelled at them. “And I have… a duty to kill all the rich in the world! I will not stop and I will never stop, not even if it kills me!”

But before he could do more, Josher summoned Down Under, which pumped up under The Day That Never Comes’ elbow, bending it at a weird angle as its armor cracked and shattered.

The force broke Garland’s remaining arm and launched him into the air as Twilight and Shiho brought their Stands out. Both Strange World and Curtain Call began throwing their arms forward, their fists pummeling Garland Greyness and lifting him higher with the force of their punches. Daring Do and the others looked on in awe as the air filled with the sound of what was very similar to cannon fire as each punch hit its intended target.

With each punch, Twilight’s Stand yelled, “Nicker! Nicker! Nicker! Nicker! Nicker!”

And Shiho’s continued to deliver a barrage of ‘neighs’ all the way.

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The beatdown ended with one final “Neigh!” and “Nicker!”, and Garland Greyness’s body was propelled through a column of coffins and into the darkness beyond.

“Gee, you think that’s enough?” Josher asked, looking into the hole and seeing no signs of life.

Shiho dusted her shirt and looked at Twilight. “So much for all that saving the world crap you were saying earlier.”

Twilight shook her head. “There’s… there’s much that can still be changed in this world, but when it comes to stopping those who would hurt those around me, I did what I had to do…”

“I thought that was pretty warranted, all things considered.” Daring Do reached up and adjusted her hat, which had become slanted from the wind from all the punching. She took out Yesterday and gave them a cheeky grin. “Who wants to do it again?”

“No!” everyone said collectively.