Amitie comes across three Arles and wants to find out which one is the real true blue Arle. Requested by huskynator on tumblr who asked for "what's going on?" from a question prompt list!

Triple Trouble

"Waaaaah!"

Amitie's cry pierced through the calm afternoon of Primp Town. Denizens raised their heads from their tasks. Gardeners stopped tending to perennials which surrounded their cottages. Young children stumbled in their game of tag, knocking into each other on the vast hills surrounding the village. In the calm comfort of her classroom, Ms. Accord tilted her head as she read her novel, Popoi glancing out the window and wondering what kind of mischief their dear student would make today.

Light erupted from Amitie's fingertip. She flashed it between the three girls, panic exploding in her expression. She pivoted on her heels as she faced each other, raising an eyebrow as she examined them before leaping back a full foot, the light swiftly becoming a flare ready to shoot off like a firework.

"Which one of you is the real Arle? I seriously can't tell!" she wailed, the villagers deciding to go back to their duties when they noticed it was only Amitie.

Arle chuckled and rubbed her neck. She glanced at her compatriots, Dark Arle and Undark Arle appearing quite befuddled by Amitie's proclamation. "My bad, girls. I think I forgot to tell her that I'd be showing you two around Primp Town today."

"Fufufu! I guess she's just feistier than usual," Dark Arle remarked, covering her smirk behind her hand.

"Ufufu! Well, I guess we can just tell her what's happening. I mean, she is standing right there," Undark Arle added, nodding.

The Arles wearing the same heavy clothing cackled together in a way which immediately unsettled Amitie. She shook her finger in the air, the fire crackling as she shouted, "Hey, get real with me! I know only one of you is the real true blue Arle! I won't back down until I know which Arles are imposters!"

The other Arles cut off their laughter and gawked. Arle gently placed her face in her hand and closed an eye. Dark Arle blinked, the corners of her mouth upturned. She gently nudged Undark Arle, who rolled her eyes, her amusement towards Amitie's muddled judgment waning greatly as the conundrum stretched on past her liking.

"What's going on? What fun will happen next?" Dark Arle whispered to Undark Arle, her half-lidded gaze and sneer earning her no favors from Amitie.

"No talking amongst yourselves! You can't make alliances in front of me, either! I won't let any of you pass 'til I get some answers," Amitie announced, her cheeks turning as red as her Puyo hat.

Arle raised her hands, hoping to appease Amitie. She stepped closer and kicked up a stone. Amitie aimed her finger at her and screwed up her expression in the mightiest glare she could muster, but Arle merely grinned, for her confusion and anger only enhanced the pudginess of her round cheeks.

"Amitie, it's okay. I was just gonna give these two a tour of Primp. Wanna join us?" she offered, Undark Arle crossing her arms as Dark Arle broke into another giggling fit.

"No way! One of you is definitely possessed, and one of you can only be the actual Arle I know!" Amitie exclaimed. She paused and pursed her lips. "And I also don't know what's the deal with the last Arle or why there are two of them wearing the same outfit."

"Wh-? Really?" Undark Arle blurted, her brow wrinkling as Dark Arle continued giggling. "Just because I laughed weirdly once makes me the possessed one?" She slapped her hands on her robes. "And I love my outfit! My robes are super warm and comfortable! And they're machine washable!"

"And doesn't the Arle you know only wear one smelly outfit all year round?" Dark Arle added, chortling.

"Hey!" Arle cried, balling her hands into fists as she faced her duplicates, both of them snickering at her expense. Heat colored her cheeks, and she stomped towards them, snapping, "I'll have you girls know that I wash them thoroughly! You two sound like the Banshee Trio!"

As Dark Arle exploded with laughter and Undark Arle scowled, Amitie tapped her chin with her other finger. She slowly brought her gaze over to Arle, blinking. Realization swiftly dawned on her expression, followed suit with a gasp. She hurried forward and slung her arm around Arle's shoulders, bringing the surly girl into an embrace and laughed, embarrassment tinting her cheeks pink.

"Yay! Arle, I'm so glad I figured out you were the real one!" she exclaimed, but she thrust her finger at the Arles dressed in the same cloaks. "Now, it's time to figure out which one of you is possessed!"

"Why you-! This has gone on for too long!" Undark Arle shouted, but Dark Arle patted her shoulder, her tittering wearing her out.

"Does it really matter which one of us is possessed? Let's just have fun in Primp Town," she offered, and Arle lowered Amitie's flaming finger.

"I agree. Let's explore the town together, okay? It'll be like a day trip." She winked at Amitie, who nodded and waved her hand free of the flame.

"Whoopie! If you're giving them a tour, then I'll be a guide, too!" Amitie gushed, grabbing Undark Arle's hand and dragging her along, the other girl sighing to herself as Arle and Dark Arle smiled and followed along behind them to explore any new nooks and crannies of Primp Town.