EDIT ONE: Changed Anastasia to Anasui. It works better.

Jotaro Kujo woke up resting against a tree. Standing in front of him was his grandfather Joseph Joestar.

"Ah, Jotaro, you're awake. " He said.

"Old man, where the hell are we?" He groggily responded, getting on his feet.

"That's what we're trying to figure out. Polnareff went ahead to scout, but until he gets back with some amount of information, we're completely clueless." Joseph replied, stroking his beard.

"There's no cameras or TVs around for Hermit Purple to take spirit photos of, not to mention a lack of human life. Polnareff said there was a road up ahead, but no one had walked that path for weeks." He said.

"Well, what's the last thing you remember?" Jotaro responded, stretching a little. "We can at least figure out how we got here."

Joseph just shook his head. "The last thing I can remember is you, Polnareff, and me standing in departures, and then everything went white and I woke up here. I woke up first. Polnareff was up afterwards and went to find help. Apparently there are now towns nearby. That was an hour ago."

"I see. As long as we aren't in any immediate trouble, we should be fine." Jotaro said, pulling his cap over his eyes. As he said that, a man with silver hair came running through the forest, while being chased by a group of angry men carrying a bunch of swords, and a bunch of what appeared to be some form of musket. It was Jean Pierre Polnareff, stand master of Silver Chariot.

"RUUUUNNNNNNN!"

"Polnareff! What did you do this time? Steal some guy's girl for the seventeenth time?" Exclaimed Joseph.

"Good Grief." Was all that Jotaro said.

1999, Morioh Town, Japan.

"Oi, Josuke, how'd ya do on today's test?" Asked Okuyasu Nijimura. "I heard Miss Sakura's math test was a real hard one this month."

"I don't know Oku, all I know is that I probably failed. Math is my worst subject, you know that." Responded Josuke Higashikata, as he subconsciously stroked his pompadour.
"Anyways, how did you do Koichi?" Josuke asked the small, white haired boy sitting next to him.

"I don't know. I think I did reasonably well. I spent a lot of time studying with Yukako-san this semester." Replied Koichi Hirose, scratching the back of his head.

"Ah, don't you mean 'studying with, my girlfriend?'" taunted Okuyasu.

"I guess you could say that." Simply replied Koichi.

"AH! JOSUKE! KOICHI'S ACTING WEIRD! HELP!" Screamed Okuyasu. Koichi wasn't usually this outgoing and laid back.

Huh, I guess he really has come out of his shell, thought Josuke. I'm proud of the little guy.

But then, Koichi spoke up again.

"U-Um, Josuke? You're glowing!" the boy yelped, as a strange light began emitting itself from Josuke.

"Is it a Stand? I don't sense anything!" said Okuyasu, looking around frantically, when he noticed he was glowing too. Koichi noticed the same thing.

Then they vanished. It was as simple as that.

2001, Italy.

Giorno Giovanna was having a bad day. He had just finished off the former boss of his gang, Diavolo, but at the cost of three of his comrades, Narancia Ghirga, Leone Abbachio, and his best friend and leader, Bruno Buccirati. And it was all to stop this madman. Huffing, Giorno stood up, his Stand, Gold Experience Requiem fading behind him.

"Mista, Trish, are you okay?" he asked his comrades Guido Mista, the only remaining gang member, and Trish Una, Diavolo's own daughter whom he had tried to kill. The Boss was super paranoid about his identity. Trish was one of the only loose ends left, and Bruno's gang had been tasked with bringing Trish to him, so he could kill her to keep his identity safe.

"I'm just about as fine as I can be," replied Mista "Though I have been better." Mista tried to stand up, but gave a grunt of pain and collapsed on the floor, blood pouring out of his multiple grievous wounds.

"Hold still Mista… and try not to squirm so much this time." Giorno said with a tone of exasperation, while Trish looked on in horror as Giorno started pushing random objects into Mista's wounds and using Gold Experience's life giver ability to turn those objects into flesh. Eventually, Mista's screams faded as his wounds were sealed up.

"Thank you, and damn you too Giorno Giovanna." Grunted Mista as he stood up. Trish was still frozen in horror and disgust. "Do you need healing too Trish?" asked Giorno, but Trish just shook her head. Giorno gave out a tired sigh. "So it's done? The boss of Passione is dead."

"Uh, I don't think we're done yet Gio, look!" said Mista, gesturing to a strange, ethereal glow being emitted from Giorno, and they could only watch on in fear as he vanished into thin air. What terrified Mista the most was that he was glowing too.
"Damn you Giorno, you unlucky bastard, damn yo-" and he vanished as well.

2013, Green Dolphin Penitentiary, Florida.

Jolyne Cujoh walked across the penitentiary's field lazily. She wasn't planning on much today. After the affair with Jotaro's Memory Disc, she was exhausted. She walked over to the benches and sat down. Soon, her friends joined her too. Weather Report, the enigma of a man that had pretty much saved her life walked over, flanked by her other two best friends, Anasui and Ermes.

"Oi, Jolyne, what was about you getting your ass kicked yesterday? If it weren't for Weather, you'd be Swiss Cheese!" Mocked Ermes.

"Shut up! If it weren't for me, most of you lot would be dead too!"

"Hmph, fine then. Just remember that one of us save your ass for once, ain't that right Weather?" Ermes said, motioning to Weather, who just gave a curt nod. Jolyne sighed and resigned to just sit down and try to ignore Ermes's blabbering. Eventually Ermes fell silent.

"Eh? Ermes, did you finally have enough of your blabbering?" Asked Jolyne, giving Ermes the stink eye. However, Ermes didn't respond, and just pointed at Weather Report. "Weather? You're glowing! There has to be Stand User around here!" She exclaimed, and she wasn't lying. Weather was glowing quite a bit and apparently so was Ermes too. Jolyne also noticed the same glow emerging from her own body.

"Stay here! I'll go get help!" Anasui stated with quite a bit of urgency and sprinted off towards the cellblock to get help. But it was too late. By the time Anasui was only halfway across the field, Jolyne, Weather, and Ermes had all disappeared into thin air.

1890, United States. The Middle of the Steel Ball Run race.

Pocoloco was riding hard and fast. His competitors, Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli and passed him through the use of Gyro's steel balls. Those slippery bastards.
"Dammit! Hey, Ya! What do we do?" Pocoloco asked frantically, as he started falling farther and farther behind the two jockeys at the front.
His stand, Hey, Ya! Was also very confused. "W-What the hell? I didn't foresee this, what the hell?" But then, out of absolutely nowhere, the two completely vanished out of thin air! Pocoloco and Hey, Ya! Both did double takes!

"What the fuck? JOHNNY? GYRO? WHERE DID YOU GO? Hey, Ya! What happened?" Yelled Pocoloco as his horse sped by the point where his two competitors had been racing just seconds before. Hey, Ya! Was equally as confused, spouting curses and questioning everything.

"Well, I hope they're alright… They look like some nice guys, and I sure would like to meet them in the future." Said Pocoloco as he raced onwards.

That night, a group of heroes emerged into a brand new world. A world they had no clue existed. But little did they know that this would be one of the greatest challenges they would ever face. One of the most bizarre adventures they would undertake, but most of all, they would all have on name engraved into their minds: Fairy Tail.

A/N Don't kill me.

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Only JoJos Parts 3-7. No Gabby or Hamon bros.