Chapter Text
Sometime before the events of part 1…
Silvana worked hard at her home. “Think I cleaned up enough, buddy?” She smirked at her friend, Arms. Just sitting there on the stool in the kitchen.
“…”
“Hehe. Well, you’re not wrong.” She shrugged.
“…”
“We don’t know what he’s capable of. We’ll just have to see~”
“…”
“C’here you. ❤” She squeezed him. “I’m sure I’ll love it a much as I do you, Carby.”
“…”
*Monkey questioning faithfulness*
Sil broke the hug, realizing what she just said. She, in an instant, hugged him tight once again. “I’m so sorry, Arms! I didn’t mean that! I love you, you know how I am. You help me sleep. Please don’t leave!”
*Monkey shun*
“I’m sorry but you’ve never met Carby… He’s so cute~ You’re cute too! I can’t choose between you two if I had the choice… He just does whatever he wants, and we’re like birds of a feather.”
*Super monkey shun*
Sil got up on her knees her hands on Arms’ stool. Tears in her eyes. “P-Please. Old habits die hard. It’s just a little slip-up, I always think of you as Arms normally. Like I’m used calling myself: Sil!” She pleaded.
*Knock Knock*
“Oh, Sig’s here already?” She stood up, in a casual frame of mind. She held Arms in her arms.
“Let just agree that I’m an insane girl that doesn’t handle loneliness too well, and you’re my stuffed animal. Shall we leave it at that?”
*Monkey consideration*
“Oh, stop toying with me, fufufufu.”
*Monkey nod*
“I’ll give more snuggles than normal tonight, buddy. ❤” *Kiss on forehead*
*Monkey shudders*
Chapter 28: PLEASE WAKE UP!! Part 2
“No! Don’t burn me! Keep that filthy claw offa me! Get away!” Arle was having a nightmare. She’d toss and turn in bed if Rose wasn’t still holding her. Her tormentor’s face became increasingly clearer as her dream went on. Presumably her killer.
She remembered falling to the ground and this boy sitting on top of her, putting his monstrous claw to her neck.
How she got to that horrid point is anyone’s guess. She felt like she remembered a little more than she did yesterday… But perhaps thankfully not how she died. Not exactly, at least. That dream has a good guess.
*Shave-and-a-haircut knock*
That got Arle to open up her eyes.
Ozzy just invited himself into Rose’s room. “Rise and shine, Rose. You over- Oh, my… Aren’t you two adorable.” He teased.
“Huh?” Arle sleepily rubbed her eyes. Looking at Rose’s peaceful sleeping face. Still interlocked in a cuddle. Looking at Ozzy she noticed her legs underneath the sheets. She’s about as long as Rose. “Eeee!” ‘I am 16, that’s right!’
Her face flushed red from embarrassment. Ozzy’s seeing two teens in b- Arle pushed Rose out of her bed to look normal.
*Shove*
“Ow! Hey, what was that fo- Ah, Arle. You remember! Oh, I’m so happy for you~.”
“Sorry, but I don’t remember our time being alive…”
“Aw, fiddlesticks… You also remember having the wrong colors.” Rose rubbed the places she fell on. “Looks good on. But I’ll miss your cute younger, blueier self.”
“What era are you from to be wearing that?” Ozzy scoffed Arle’s armor.
“Get real, Ozzy! It’s cool, she’s like a magical girl knight. That’s just awesome!”
“Awesome? Pah, it sacrif…”
Arle let these two keep arguing as she took in her surroundings and her state of being.
She looked around the room. Compared to the brief moment she saw it yesterday, it was all mirrored. The mattress was on the other side, the band posters were mirrored. Especially noticeable with the text. ‘ƨbiꓘ γʞooqƧ ǝʜɈ bnɒ ɈnɒvɿǝƧ nomǝꓷ, indeed. Never thought I’d experience this again.’
It felt so depressingly familiar. It shouldn’t even hinder her. She’d lived with for most of her life… ‘Arle’ sighed. Unbeknownst to her roommates.
It was clear to her who she was… A Doppelganger. Not the real Arle. A fact… She's bothered by. But it didn’t consume and twist her mind like it usually did. She didn’t feel like arguing against it anymore, there’s no drive to do so…
Not like she’s gonna correct anyone calling her Arle. That’s still very, very, very, very, VERY preferable.
‘What’s the last thing I remember? Think, Sil. Thi- Sil? Who’s Sil? Eh, anyway, I… I transcended dimensions. That’s right! Just spying on… Ugh… Of course, I was spying on Arle, did I ever do anything else… Why did I have to exist? Or just be her?’
Looking at Rose, she does remember Arle hanging out with with a girl looking like her… ‘Is it her? I’d know if that girl had red eyes, that red tint in the otherwise blond hair wasn’t on the real Arle’s friend…’
Doppel shook herself out of this. “Boy, you two are still arguing?” She said annoyed, flattered, and impressed all at that same time.
They didn’t hear her.
“Don’t you two have a job?” Doppel spoke louder. The two kept squabbling how (un)cool her getup is. She just stretched a little and walked around them out of the room. Located the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her teeth with an unused looking brush. Looking apathetic at the girl in the mirror…
She stumbled herself downstairs. Not literally, I mean it in the sense she didn’t know the way, unfamiliar with its layout.
She happened upon Office-T and a cloaked figure about her size but way wider in frame.
“…Like Ah said feller. There’s no evidence that she died.”
“Ho Ho! That can’t be! I saw her dead in front of my own eyes! She’s definitely dead.”
“Maybe she’s just mostly dead?”
“They didn’t snap my neck not for nothing you know ho.”
Looking at Office-T, Doppel did recognize him from somewhere. She’d seen his corpse. “Morning. Remember me?” She greeted O-T non-energetically, casually walked up to the two.
The cloaked figure was a bit surprised at Doppel’s sight, rotating his arms to maintain balance.
She paid it no mind.
“Of course. Ye moved in with us just yesterday. Glad to see ye remembered yerself, yerself.”
‘He misunderstood me… Ah, I never did meet him in life, I guess. Makes sense…’
“HO WOW! Arle?”
“Yes?” Doppel tilted her head in response to the cloaked guy.
“You died too, ho ho?”
“Yes, I know that. Thanks for reminding me. who’re you?”
“You don’t remember Hohow Bird?” The cloaked figure undid the hood. That hood did a poor job concealing he’s a bird. Nonetheless a pink one.
“No. Can you stop that?… It’s annoying.”
“Uh, sir. She was dropped on the head. She has amnesia.”
“Amnesia, I thought that something comics made up. That’s Ho So terrifying! Wait, what if she lost her memory and her name?”
“Impossible our check gives us their given names.”
“Pleeaase.”
“Fine, Ah’ll go check on yesterday’s amnesia cases. But Ah’ll say ye died in vain, Sir.”
Office-T turned to Doppel. “Arle, now that ye remember being old enough to take care of yerself yer allowed to move out on yer own or stay here. Yer choice.”
“Eeeeeh…” D. Arle hesitated. It’s nice in here, someone who knew her and is nice. But… She could still hear the two squabble on. ‘They must’ve shifted onto six other topics by now…’ “I’ll think about it… Do I need a job in hell? I don’t have much experience…” Doppel nervously twiddled her fingers, looked to the side and twiddled with her fingers.
“Hobbies and jobs are the same thing in hell. Go look fer one. Everybody needs one. If Ah don’t go now, Ah’ll be late, bye.” Office-T left for work.
“So, Mr. Bird… Are you gonna leave?”
“I’m staying until I’m done. I’m looking for a friend, Ho Ho. And Office-T’s helping me in their vast spectral cavern that’s hell. Here.” Hohow handed over his card.
Sil looked over it. “This doesn’t mean anything to me. AMMY!”
In no time flat, Rose stormed downstairs. Ozzy was probably doing something upstairs. “What’s up Arle?”
“Is this thing real?” Doppel gave the card.
Rose looked at it…
.ɈǝǝɿɈƧ ƨoɒʜƆ ୧୧ .ƨnɒɿǝɈǝv Ɉnǝmɿǝvoϱ ˎǝƨυoH ƨ'T-ǝɔiʇʇO bnɒ γzzO
“Eeeeh.”
“Something wrong, Ammy?”
“I can’t read this, Arle…”
“Why not?”
“It’s all backwards, and I lost my reading mirror yesterday.”
This was eyebrow-raising… “Backwards? Mirror?” Doppel’s heart grew a size that moment. Resting her hand on the struggling Rose showing sympathy towards her, the same way Rose felt to Doppel yesterday. “You must be a d-”
“YES! I-I’m. I-I’m a d… d-d-d-dys… lexic! I wasn’t when I was alive!” Rose voice cracked. Kicking the dust off the ground.
Doppel was a bit annoyed. ‘How is it possible for you to tick me off in five different ways?’ “There, there. You get used to it. Trust me on that one.” ‘Give it three years…’
“…I doubt it… *Sniff* Eh. Anyway, this thing’s real. When did they give you this?”
“It’s not mine, it’s his’.” Arle’s doppelganger pointed her thumb at Hohow without taking her half annoyed eyes off of Ammy’s doppelganger.
“Wowowowowohowow! Hohow?” Amitie flailed her eyes arms. She was partially in disbelief. Hohow had been frozen in disbelief too. Amitie ran into the bird for a hug almost as passionate “Amitie? Did you die too? But I thou-”
“I died months ago, Hohow…” *Sniff* “Don’t tell that fiddy fatty fakey-faker is still up there?!” She went from sad to happy to somewhere in between like lighting.
“You’re scaring me, Ammy.” Doppel said to cover up she can’t stand her lying like that.
“Sorry, I’m just feeling something you won’t. Don’t worry about it. I’m the real Amitie…”
Doppel looked at her kin. It’s like looking into a mirror. She didn’t want to look, but she kept watching. Doing her best to keep a stoic face.
Copy Amitie’s head was buried between Hohow’s feathers.
One look at Hohow told Doppel he knew she was the fake Amitie.
Copitie invited her in on the hug, but instead, Doppel offered a warm glass of milk to calm her down. Just so say could stay out of this conversation for a bit. She came back not surprised she was going out.
“…I don’t miss the Circus! I hope that murderer Sil’s deep in the worst of hell’s pits! Damned to the worst the prisons have to offer.” This was uncharacteristically harsh of Amitie.
Doppel didn’t know her that long and it felt she completely changed one day after knowing her a year.
“Here’s your milk.”
Copitie resentfully drank it in one fell swoop. It did not calm her down in the least.
“She’s a murderer! She’s a Doppelganger! She’s working together with that faker to replace everyone. The prisons are too good for!”
Hohow got curious. “Silvana’s a doppelganger?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Ho How long has she’s been replaced? Did we know the real Silvana?”
“She’s a copy of Arle!”
“Arle?”
“Me?” Doppel raised an eyebrow.
“Arle! I forgot you were here!” Rose got closer. “Did Silvana kill you too?” She asked outta concern.
“I’ll go ho tell Office-T that Sil has a fake name. Still gotta find her.” Hohow speed waddled off.
“Why!?” Rose yelled.
‘A doppelganger with her own identity? I envy her as much as I hate her…’ “No, I don’t know a Silvana Pierrot.” Doppel answered with honesty. “I-I-I was killed by some monster with a big red claw and a blue and red eye…” Doppel found herself choking again, with the odd hint of heartache with no reason why. She kept her balance, though still bad and it wasn’t as horrible.
Rose, though shocked at the killer’s description, instantly helped Doppel.
It worked. *Cough cough* “Thanks *Cough*, Amm*Cough*y.”
“Hee hee. Auntie Ammy will help.”
“You’re not older than me.”
“Big sis Ammy?”
“You’re not older than me.”
“C’moooon, can I be the li’l sis at least?”
“Fine…”
“Geez, you’re a lot less happy down here too, huh?”
“I died…”
“Uh… So about your killer? D-Does he happen to be Sig?”
It looked like Rose did not wanna hear her guess was right.
“Sig? Sig. Sig? Maybe…? It rings a bell?”
“It can’t be Sig… Sig doesn’t have a mean bone in his body! M-Must’ve been someone else…” The blonde, capless girl didn’t wanna believe that.
“But don’t I know any Sigs…”
“You don’t remember him? I’m so sorry… If he didn’t kill you, you kn… I’ll shut up.”
“OW!”
“Arle?!”
“Headache…”
“Headaches go away when you don’t think about it.”
“Doesn’t change the fact I want my head cleared. I’m going outside. Getting some fresh air. Hell air. Wanna talk things out later, Am?”
“Am?”
Rose frowned and tilted her head.
“D-Did I say something wrong?”
“Huh, oh! Uh, no… Sorry. Can I just go with you?”
“Don’t you have a job?”
“Oh, fiddlesticks! Ozzy!”
Doppel felt a bit empty, and not because she’s dead. She failed at the life goal programmed into her… It’s hard to say how bad this was. “Arle’s save with me down here, we don’t have to worry. But I don’t get to enjoy the life I should’ve enjoyed.” She clenched her teeth and fists. She barely calmed down, she didn’t wanna become as resentful as Rose is.
Distracting herself once more, she looked around the streets, the people, how they interacted. No matter how old she was, felt, or remembered, unless she grew old and happy (fat chance). She’d feel outta place.
A lot of old people here. Barely anyone her age, of all species and sizes. And a lot of those had a lot of scars. Both literal and mental scars. Latter was less obvious, but she saw the occasional person reliving something horrible. Otherwise, everyone was content it seems. Cool. Also a lot of educated looking babies waddling about. ‘Creepy and funny?’
While looking around, what seemed like a knight on a big, giant armoured dog. He held a magnifying glass like Office-T did. He also had a similar badge. “Hello there, miss. I’m from law enforcement here to ask if you are you the real Arle?”
“No.” The doppelganger’s answer was quick and sad.
The knight scanned her with the lens. “So you are, good day.”
“Wait!” Doppel stopped the hell knight he right before he could order his dog. “Can that thing see all the crimes I committed?”
“Yup.”
“Then why am I not in prison with the other doppelgangers? All I remember doing are crimes.”
“Search me. Maybe you’ve forgotten something? I don’t usually deal with your kind. Good day.”
‘He said “your kind” and he didn’t sound disgusted or wanted me out of the picture… No prison for me. I’ll count my blessings.’ “I’d better keep good relationships with O-T, Ozzy, and Ammy if I wanna stay with them.”
Mentioning Office-T made her remember something. ‘Everyone's gotta have a hobby. Even the dead. Why don’t explore the city on yer own, Silvana.’ Or something like that.
“What do I enjoy? What are my skills? Magic do I still have that? Diacute.” She whispered. Her non-body did feel its effects. “Oh, good.” She put her hand over her heart. “At least I still have that going for me, what else? I still have the knack for adventure, that’s gotta be my hobby away from my hobby… I can cook alright. Is there a way I can atone for anything I’ve done? Ugh… I was a clown for a while. Making people laugh will help me feel better, I guess. Where would I get a costume? Do they even take Gold down here? Do I have to remember wearing it? I’ll test it in the mirror when I get ba-? When I get home.”
“Ho Ho!” Hohow screamed in the being strangled by the first teacher he met for inquiry
“YETI NO WANT TO HEAR IT!”
*Cough* “S-So HO, c-c-cold-d-d-d. J-J-J-Just look-k-k-king for-”
“YETI NO LIKE YOUR KIND, BIRD! YETI FOUND PEACE IN GIVING DECEASED CHILDREN HIGHER EDUCATION AFTER DEATH! LEAVE YETI’S SCHOOL NOW OR BE PREPARED TO HAVE YOUR FEATHERY POSTERIOR BRUISED BACK TO LIFE!!” *Insert sound effect funnier than “PUNT”*
“Hooooohohohohoooooow!” He flew off not of his own accord.
*It’s hard to tell what time it is down in hell, but all the unnatural lights went out and the streets slowly became scarce with people, so let’s say night time…*
Doppel was on her way home. What a day. She didn’t do much, but what a day. Abyss is a sightseer's dream.
*Yaaaaawn* “Hi, Arle.” A sleepy Rose greeted.
“Hi, Ammy. Is it night?”
“Yeah. Why why do ya as- oh, yeah *yaaaaaaaaaaaawn*, you’re new. When the street lights go out it’s night.”
“Tired?”
“Gee, wha*yaaaaaaawn*what gave it away?”
Doppel didn’t know why but she wanted to applaud her for her sarcasm. She kept quiet though, it felt right thinking about. Like a fitting puzzle piece. ‘Maybe we did know each other?’ She mentally shrugged. “Just a guess.” She chuckled as she answered.
*Quick yawn* “The janitor’s son-in-law just dropped. So I fell in for him.” *Long yawn*
“How big’s the office?”
“Big enough… Can you please sleep on the mattress tonight? I want my bed…” She rubbed her eyes.
“Sure. My head’s cleared. Wanna talk about… Whatever it was we were talking about?”
“Thanks for remembering, Arle, it means a lot. Uh… Can you lead me home? *super yawn.* I-I uh, confuse left and right, like a lot. Don’t laugh! I wanna go home…”
Doppel wordlessly threw Rose’s arm over her shoulder.
“Wow. Thanks. Do you remember me now?”
“No…”
“Aw, we were such good frie*yawn*iends too…”
The red shaded brunette jumped a little at the tear that streamed from the red shaded blonde’s cheek. It made a noticeable *clink* on her armour. Rose didn’t expect it too.
Doppel wordlessly threw Rose’s arm over her shoulder again. “So… How big of a friend was I?” She kept lying about her identity. Curious to see where this goes.
“A really great one. You were like a superhero. You crashed right in like a meteor. Pow! Next thing I knew I fought a wonderful sorceress. You’re what I wanna be. And you never looked down on me for not being so good, despite being better. We had some fun adventures together, you, me, Ringo, Sig…” The dark jacketed Rose went full on sob. “Sorry for admitting this… I really haven’t had any company I waaahaaaanted…”
Doppel blushed at the ill-deserved flattery. ‘Poor Ammy, better get it out soon…’
“I know you don’t remember me. But you’re my best friend now.” Rose hugged tightly, as tight as her non-muscles allowed.
“I don’t have friends…” Immediately thinking to her past, Doppel pessimistically mumbled out. Not meaning to have said it.
“Don’t be silly! You’r-”
“Don’t call me that.” Sil, without skipping a beat, replied.
“Huh, call you what, Arle?”
Doppel, herself was a bit confused. Needed to rethink what to say. “I meant, to say I had no friends until you, Ammy.”
“Uh, don’t you have Rulue, that creepy swordman and the King himself? Oh, and of course, Carbuncle.”
The older mage shook her head. Sighing hard. “I only had them a little while, when I was actually successful taking her life…”
“What’re you talking about, Arle?”
“My only mistake is that I was stupid and gave her the slow death, letting her rot away, I should’ve just stabbed her in hindsight.” Doppel drifted off, taking no pleasure recalling this.
“You’re making me sick…”
“I had everyone fooled. Even Carby! I really felt right in my skin taking on my way collecting that book.”
“Why’re you telling this? I don’t follow.”
“I’m not the Arle you know.” She explained very melancholy in tone. “I’m just like you. My vision is mirrored too.”
Copy Amitie gasped a little. Letting loose of her friend.
“Uuuuh.” Doppel was expecting a little less comfortable, uncomfortable cozy-ness. “I can still serve my purpose.” She felt her stomach acids rise making that offer. “I can replace her. At least for as long her’s truly appears.”
“If the Dark King will share her…” Copitie remarked sarcastically.
“Pffft. That jerk’s truly the ruler of this place, huh?”
“Sadly…”
“Who knows, Ammy.” Doppel kept trying to cheer her up. “Arle and I like to live dangerously. Maybe you’ll see her sooner than later… Maybe your other friends die before they should.” She shrugged. “Horrid, but if you just have to have your old friends at least you won’t be lonely anymore.”
Copy Amitie choked up mid Doppel’s speech.
“But meanwhile I’ll be your friend. *Tearful sigh* after that you can toss me aside.”
“NOO!” Copitie wrapped her tightly around her kin’s waist. The softest, easily huggable part. “Real Arle or not, you’ll be my friend… So smart, kind, sarcastic sometimes…”
Doppel did not know how to react, but judging by her smile her body did. ‘As if I’ve gone through this song and dance before…’ Whatever ever the case, she’s pretty sure she never felt acceptance like this, at least not on this level. She’d hug back if Copitie was in a position where she can do that. She forced her into such a position.
“Uuuuh.”
“Spit it out.”
“C-Can we maybe move out Office-T and Ozzy’s place?”
“Um… Why?”
“I wanna live with you.”
Doppel’s face became totally red. Copitie chuckled.
“Hehehe. Sorry, I wanted to see you blush like that.”
‘Grr… At least she sounds happy again…’
“I’ll wanna build a big house! So my friends, like Sig, Ringo, Arle, Lidelle, Raffine, Klug. Well… All of them! But wait! You’re not scared of Sig, ar-”
“I’ll cope.”
Doppel confidently said, putting on a brave face.
“‘Kay~ So are you up to it?~ My friends are yours~”
Doppel felt entranced by this energetic girl. Not even a day ago this was a very unhappy teen. But things will go up from here. ‘I’ll be her first stepping block.’ She smiled ear to ear. Though the back of her mind there was once again something telling her she felt this before. The feeling she mattered to someone did make her very happy.
‘Even if I’ll be her oversized teddy bear. Fufufufu.’ “Let’s become true friends first, shall we? We’ve only known each other for two days now. I need some time to see, but after that, I’m up for it…”
“Wicked! *Been a while since the last yawn*”
“We’re almost home, Ammy.” She said like she’s telling her little sister to go to bed.
And so they waited for their friends...
~THE END of Silvana, From Clone to Clown ~
A fanfic, inspired by a fanfic, inspired by Puyo Puyo
Latter fanfic by warelander (Thank you so much, I had fun, like Sil to Copitie, you were the first building blocks for me to become something greater. If I’ll go the road of a writer, that is. I hope your fics will do better in the future, I do.)
Former fanfic by some jerk known as kirbymanx/kirbyvski- *Record Scratch*
“Hm. Hear something?”
“That super familiar screech?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“How?”
“…ooooooo hooooooooOOOOOO! LOOK OUT ARLE! Yowch!”
“AH!”
“ARLE!”
Hohow crashed down on Doppel who’d push Copitie out of the way. Crushing her non-bones while the pudgy bird bounced off a little.
After ignoring the pain, Doppel got up.
“Are you okay, Arle?”
“I’m giving that bird a piece of my mind!” She rolled up her plaid sleeves as she stomped towards the bird, lying belly side down.
Copy Amitie and Hohow looked at Doppel’s clothes morph into something familiar.
“Why did you dive bomb me, Hohow!? Is this payback for how I recruited you?! I told I was sorry. If I wasn’t dead already I would be now, if could I’d kill you and cut your pay!” Frustration took the driving seat.
Hohow, looking up from the ground saw the red Arle transform into his boss’ casual duds. Though the mask was resting on her head. “Silvana! Found you! Woo HO!” The bird got up to do a cheesy superhero action pose, ending in a birdy happy dance.
“Sil?” She vaguely heard Copy Amitie say.
“Silvana. Sil. That name again.” It just hit her she suddenly remembered. Memories came rushing. School, circus things, the real Amitie, any friends she made, the progress she made, Sig (that one hurt to think about). She physically flinched.
“I remember… Hi, Hohow.” She lightheartedly punched her avian friend in the wing. “Happy see another familiar face down here. Surprised to say I’m happy to see you here? Sorry to see you’re dead, too. What did you in?”
“Don’t wanna talk about it, ho ho…” He held her neck. “I didn’t just die yo-”
“You lied. ” A scary mutter interrupted Sil and Hohow’s reunion.
It was Copitie. Silvana had never seen Amitie this angry before. The red eyes and tear stained face did not help. “Eh, you still hate me, don’t you?”
“HATE YOU!? YOU ROBBED ME OF MY LIFE!”
Silvana and Hohow froze. Feeling a little scared. Copy Amitie crept closer.
“All the sudden I was dead. Alone. And you came to rub it in my face! DIDN’T YOUUUU!”
“N-No! That’s ridiculous, Vibitia!”
“DON’T CALL ME THAT! IT’S AMITIE ROSE!! Any idea, miserable you made me?! Now I can’t be a wicked awesome mage. Adored, friends to all. I can’t cure my dad’s curse. I can’t find my hat. I never got to confess to him. My soul isn’t even complete! I can’t find it in me to be usual self until you lied to meeeeee!!”
Copitie came in charging. “Hyaaaaaa!”
*Yoink*
“Oof!” The aggressor fell flat on her face. Sil didn’t know what was going, but if she had to guess; Hohow lifted her up via his beak.
“What’re you doing?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, Ho Ho!”
Silvana kept staring at Vibitia… The girl couldn’t bear looking at them flying away. She let her head rest on the ground. Slamming her fists into the ground, as well.
“…ease wake up, Sil.”
“She’s coming to! She coming to!~ Just a little more…”
“Sh…” An adult shushed two kids.
“Hrrmgh…” The room smelled of flowers.
Sil felt rather groggy, kinda annoying. Her head felt a little funny, like most of her head had been bandaged up.
She snuggled Arms a little and turned around in bed…
“She’s alive!” A dry voice stated very happily. “Yippie!”
It went on deaf ears.
Her eyes were tired, her ears didn’t pick up the voices up.
For what felt like a minute to Sil, she finally heard things like her own breathing and sleepy moans
“No Arms, you can’t play with them until tonight. ❤”
“ARMS?!?” She suddenly realized. Her eyes shot open. Yup, there was her beloved toy. Lying on the side of her bed she saw a bunch of flowers. Looking behind them she recognized the walls of Primp’s hospital. She could see a bunch of tags on the bouquets.
‘Please get better, Miss Sil. You’ve done so much for me. Rest in peace…
Lidelle Thunderhead. ’
‘Please live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ’
Amitie obviously wrote.
‘Thanks for the entertainment.
Mr. Amitie’s Dad. ’
She couldn’t read all of them from her position. Pleasantly surprised that even Klug and Raffine sent her some. Though Raffine’s handwriting looked suspiciously like Amitie’s.
“Oh, FIDDLESTICKS! I did die, didn’t I? How am- Umfph…” All of the sudden, a set of arms wrapped around her from the other side of the bed. And then another set on the other side. Her face was locked between foreign cheeks. This made her see/feel two things.
One: The cheeks didn’t touch hers, and she noticed some stuff around her eyes. Her head was wrapped up.
And two: Sig’s uncle was smirking, raising two thumbs up and mouthed: ‘You go champ.’
“Who’s breaking my bones?” They immediately let loose out of fear. To her left was Amite. “Aaah!” She flinched. On the other side, she saw Sig. “AAAH!” She hid under her hospital blanket, making sure Arms’ arms are too.
“Oh.” Sig sounded disappointed, but in a way like that reaction wasn’t unexpected. She heard him slowly walking away.
“Oh no, you don’t. Take it from me, boy. You don’t want to regret things like I do.”
Sig made a sad noise in response.
“Silvana, can you get out from under your sheets?” The uncle kindly nudged.
“N-No. Pl-Please g-get away. Don’t choke me!” She could hear the others flinch.
“Choke?” Amitie reacted.
“Siiiiig, my boy. Did your hand get a mind of its own?” Stan got paranoid, asked a question of the best possible scenario.
“N-No…” Sig got close to Sil’s head. “I d-didn’t mean to kill. Don’t you remember I tried to make curry for you?”
Sil stopped cowering under her sheets. Her last bunch of lost memories resurfaced: “I’ll give more snuggles than normal tonight, buddy. ❤” *Kiss on forehead*
*Monkey shudders*
“Hi, Sig. I cleaned my kitchen, you can surprise me with your cooking. I’m off to sweep the circus floor because Vento slacked off.”
“Cool.”
Then Silvana tasted it and did not stop coughing, with Sig not knowing how to save her, trying to save her. Until she croaked.
Sil kicked off the sheets off. Face totally deadpan. “That’s right, ‘twas awful. Sorry Sig, I misremembered. I lost my memory in hell.”
“But I killed you…” Sig cried.
“Shut up and hug me. Please never cook anything ever again…”
“Okay.”
“You really went to Puyo hell, Sil? I thought Hohow was making that up to play up his heroism.”
“Have you met my sis?”
Sil addressed Amitie first. “Yes. It’s very real.” Now she addressed Uncle. “Um… I don’t think so? Hell’s a big place. And I didn’t leave the town I was in.”
“Ah. I see.” He looked down.
…
…
“Can someone tell me why in the freaking world I am alive again?”
“Dunno.” Sig answered.
“Hohow said he could bring you back. And he did~!” Amitie cheered.
“You better ask him. He’s at the vet.” Stan explained. “Better stop by and give him a big thank you. He spent more than a day finding you. I’ll get a doctor to get you out of that hospital gown and back home. Be right back, don’t die on us again.”
Sig and Amitie got offended for Sil.
“Eheheh, sorry, guess that was pretty tasteless. Sorry…” Stan awkwardly walked out.
“So, am I like, a zombie now?”
“You look like a mummy~” The blonde pointed at her head.
“You know what I mean… Am I gonna rot away? Just another small little thing on my list on why I’m a freak. Now I’m a malfunctioning Doppelga-” *Anger* ‘Are you kidding me? I didn’t lose that baggage after dying like I had in hell? I’m stuck with this until die again?’
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, ignore that.”
“Your body is as good as new.” Sig tried explaining. “Doctor says works like it should.”
“So it won’t I die until I die?”
“Guess so.”
Silvana placed her hand over her heart. “Heartbeats! Amazing.” She was genuinely impressed. Though realizing the doctors must know her secret by her hearts placement. She asked her friend’s opinions on the matter.
“Akuma oversaw everything.” That did put her at ease.
…
“Soooo… I got a question Sil.”
“Then just ask it straight away, Ammy.”
“Ammy? Where did that come from?” *Leaps of logic* “Nevermind. You without a doubt met Vibitia, didn’t you? How’s she?”
Sil was too impressed to answer right away. “You sure wanna know?”
“So you did meet her, I wanna know!” “I wanna too.” Sig butted in.
Seeing no chance to persuade them to not talk about, plus, Amitie did deserve to know. Silvana told it up straight. “She’s very much like you if she lost everything…”
“…I didn’t suffer from my Doppelgangerisms. So should she, but she’s so hung up. She misses your life, and your friends. She liked ‘Arle’ until it was clear who I was… She did not take death kindly…”
“That’s terrible…”
“Give her a few more years to accept her place…” She sighed.
“I didn’t feel too peachy either. I felt more human than ever before, despite my regrets. She’s too stubborn to see she can make new friends and continue her studies in hell.”
“I’ll become her friend!”
“Me too.”
Amitie and Sig said, mind made up.
“It’s your funeral… Ammy. I mean, Am. I doubt she’d like you. Sig’s fine though…”
…
“Do you need help curing your dad?”
“Huh? How do y-? Oh, Vibbyyyyy… Please keep it a secret. Thanks for offering it, but I wanna do it myself.”
“Wanna make him proud of you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, do everything you want, Vibitia’s very regretful…”
…
“Boy, Stan takes his time.”
“He does that. He likes to talk. So are you gonna celebrate being alive again?” Sig said.
“How about a sleepover?” Amitie proposed.
“Again?” Sil reacted. “Why Amm?”
“Because you’re so fun. The one time you’re hilarious, the other times you’re grumpy. It’s funny~”
“Yeah.” Sig reaffirmed.
“Mrgh…”
“Yeah like that.”
“Fine, we can sleep over. Just no cooking.” Sil jokingly stared at Sig’s tearstained face.
He absentmindedly stared back until Sil held his hand, telling him it’s okay.
“Can we invite Liddy too? She took your death harshly too.”
“Oh, Lid? Of course.” ‘I can’t be in my own home without my mask… Eh, whatever.’ “I’m up for it.” She smiled. Glad to have first-hand proof that at least some people will actually miss her after death.
*At Sil’s “welcome back from the dead” party and Hohow’s “Did a good thing, Ho Ho” party, filling in for practice time…*
“Hohow’s late.” Sil muttered to Oshare Bones. “I haven’t seen him yet since he dragged me out.”
“Really want to thank the pretty bird for taking you out of that awful place, don’t you?”
“Um…”
“Oh my, am I wrong?”
“You tell me, you were there, Ozzy.”
“Oh, you know my name! Only the dead know that… Please keep this to yourself. I don’t want to hear it until certain circumstances.”
Sil acknowledged and complied.
“So, does that mean that wasn’t you? Don’t you remember me seeing down there?”
“Hm, how handsome was this look-a-like?”
Sil described it in detail.
“Oh, interesting, that definitely sounds like me. And no, we don’t share consciousnesses. I thought I was incomplete before, and now in more ways than one. Pray, I don’t start losing bones soon.”
“So that was you in life. You did look good.”
Later in their conversation: “Say, since you’re technically undead, now. You could join our club.”
“Your club?”
“Us undead in Primp get together late at midnight. I can get you a membership card. Next week we’re bowling.”
“I’ll accept it. But I don’t think I’ll join you guys much. Unlike you guys, I still need sleep, I like a good night’s full.”
“Ah, of course, I should’ve figured.” ‘You’re lucky.’
Hohow finally showed his face. He was celebrated, he kept his methods to himself despite overdramatically telling about his heroics. Sil wanted to talk to him in private.
“Give me to it straight. How did you do it?”
“Hoho… I guess I could tell you, Silvana. Us Hohow Birds are special. We have oh so ho special ability to rise from the dead with the po-ho-tential to raise the other dead with it. Rivaled only by the Dark Prince, himself.” He heroically boasted.
“Why, are you guy Phoenixes or something?”
“Ho Ho, you hit the nail right on the head. Hohow means Pudgy Phoenix.”
“Pudgy Phoenix Bird… ‘Kay…”
“Hm Hmm, please don’t die again. I don’t have any more Hohow Downs.”
“A what? The feathers I need to save people and myself from death. Not immortal. Ho Ho.”
“…You’ve seen my, face…”
“I’m not gonna tell.”
“Why? …I’m not the real one…”
“I know ho. But you’re so ho cool Sil. You’re just like Admiral Wohoh. Captain Hohow’s evil clone. Who inexplicably divorced himself from the rogue gallery and became another hero’s partner with a different real name.”
‘Are you kidding me? My life is as ridiculous as Hohow’s comics…’
“It’s your secret identity, Ho Ho! And it’s my duty to keep from you until some spell turns you evil! Hm Hmm.”
*Later at night…*
Silvana, Amitie, Sig, Lidelle, and Arms were playing a board game on their sleepover. “Snake eyes! Seriously?! I only needed to throw anything higher than a three!” Amitie pouted.
“My turn.” Sil chimed. “If I throw a twelve I’ll be ridiculously far in the lead, if I throw anything lower I’ll be set back enormously… I want the die.”
“No!”
“Don’t!”
“Wha? How could you, Miss Sil?! *sniff*”
*Monkey horror*
All Sil’s friends huddled around her. Not letting her move as side effect result.
“Let me go, I didn’t say I want to die, I meant the dice, PLURAL!!!”
Next up: Halloween! Let’s hope a one-shot, one-chapter villain doesn’t threaten the holiday and by extension Primp Town forever…