Johnny Joestar

The Steel Ball Run race was far underway, racers travelling on horseback in a trip across America. While some of the country's most skilled racers were participating in this race, two racers still fared above the rest. Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli were determined to win this race, travelling as far as they could on horseback.

"Oi, Gyro!" Johnny called out to his bud, stopping their horses in their tracks. "Something feels off, someone might be following us."

"Of course not," Gyro quickly said. "I scanned the area a while ago, there's no way there can be anyone around. Did all of those stand users make you paranoid or something?"

It was true, ever since the race started the duo had been constantly attacked by stand users. Strange abilities that seemed to go against the universe's logic had been used to attack them all throughout the race. Luckily Gyro's spin and Johnny's own stand have been able to defend them, but still they had to be careful.

Johnny sighed and continued the chase. Maybe he wasn't being followed, and Gyro was right. He looked ahead onto the road, closing the six fingers on his hand, brushing off the odd feeling he felt and continuing the race.
Wait... six?

"Gyro! It's a stand attack!" As Johnny yelled to alert Gyro his entire world started to spin. His clothes were ripped to shreds as every part of his body seemed to multiply. Arms, legs, and even heads started to split, and when it was over there wasn't just one Johnny.