There Pierrot was again, worrying about Vento's sanity and lack of personal safety. "And that's why I had this baby fixed up, P." Vento smugly told about the circus cannon, leaning against it.

"So you wanna do a human cannonball act?"
"Heck yeah! Did I stutter?"
"No… But you better make sure you'll practice it to perfection for all our sakes, Vent."
"Eh."

The magic stuntman brushed off in a jokey way.

"You don't have to worry, mom."
'Why're you so good at getting under my skin, ya li'l dwarf?'
"Be serious, P. We'll all be safe, it's called a human cannonball, and get this: I'm not human, no one in the Circus is."
'That better be a thinly-veiled friendly jab at me or you just being insensitive.'

Pierrot's arms were firmly folded.

Pierrot gave up. She turned to the ladder of the trapeze. "Just study, and practice, 'kay? No one would forgive me if something went wrong due to your own recklessness."

"'Course, P. Have I failed before?" He nodded to his boss.

"Tons, that's what practice is for…" The Clown muttered.

"But the actual act always turns out fine. Thanks for letting me do it." He happily waved, getting his way.

"You're impossible, I swear." The Clown said as she climbed the ladder.

Chapter 19: A Foolproof Disguise

*Shhhhhluuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrph!* Silvana enjoyed lounging on a folding chair in her caravan's shade on this warm day. Reading a book she bought a while ago drinking a glass of lemonade with three ice cubes through a straw, waiting on one of the many doofuses that are also known to her as her friends to pick her up. Sil smirked in affectionate sorta way. "Heh, King Doofus."

*Thirty Minutes too late, later…*

Sil threw the chair into the hallway inside her caravan, 'cause there's King Sig van Doofus.

"Sorry for being late." He rubbed his head.

"Eh. I came prepared, I had a book. C'mon, Sig." Sil grabbed Sig by the holdable arm and enthusiastically tugged at him. "It's the perfect weather. Let's not waste more time."

*At the top of a sunny hill*

Sil smiled juggling two Puyo. "Ready Sig?"

"I'll go easy on you."

"Aw, thank for think of me but I'll be okay. Just nothing above 5-chains, 'kay? I'll do the same." She shivered, Sig nodded though visibly unsure about her claim.

"Puyo Puyo Sun!"

*One match won by a 9-chain, later…*

"Fufufwuuuaah…" Sil cried. Got hit by the Garbage which rolled downhill along her. Sil got down first, getting covered in Puyo again as a result. Sig wasted no time chasing after her. Stopping only to pick up the mask.

When the bug lover reached her, she popped out of the rubble, like a jack-in-a-box that ran a marathon: Suddenly, panting and giving someone a good scare. Or widen their eyes a teeny bit, it is Sig. "What took you so long?!" The clown cracked.

"Sorry." Sig gave his hand to tug her out. "Didn't mean to chain so high. Hm?" Sig stared deeply into the recovering eyes of Silvana. He looked confused.

"…Sig? Oh yeah, maskless!" Sil realized, covering her with arms, looking around to make sure nobody saw her.

"No that's not what I was looking at. Have a mirror on you?"

"Uh huh." Sil pulled it out. Looking into her(?) face.

"Sig?" She flatly said.

"Yeah."

"Why's one of my eyes yellow brownish? Ugh." Sil just realized something. "C-Can you humor me? PLEASE!?"

"Of course." He reassured her.

"Is my hair actually brown? Or is that just my wishful thinking?" A tear escaped her face, conflicted about the implications.

"Your hair hasn't been red for months."
"And you haven't told me?"
"I thought you dyed."
"I thought I was wishful thinking! Am I even wearing red right now?"
"It's red."
"Is it? Is this brown eye even real?"

She slipped off a glove to see if it's a contact.

"OW!" It isn't. "Huh!?" For some reason, she felt inclined to check the other. "OW!" There it was, it front of her: a red contact lens. "What the *mild cuss word* going on?!" To say she freaked out is an understatement, she couldn't grasp her mind her mind around.

"Wha? I'm confused."

"That makes two of us, Sig."

"Does this mean you're actually Arle, Sil?"

"YES!" She instantly reacted with her gut. "I mean… NO! I'm not! I-I mean mayb- No no, Sil. You've come so far now." Sil, spur of the moment grabbed Bug Boy by his shirt. "Have you noticed my sanity slipping the last few days?"

"No, you were normal."

"To quote, someone: GET REAL, SIG!" She shook her friend, it barely phased him. "I must've gone crazy somehow. I don't see how this all fits in my super subconscious Doppelganger agenda, but somethings gotta be going on here!"

"Normal."

"Then… What's going on?" With this stress, she remembered she was holding a mirror. She gazed in it. Touching her cheeks. "Why?" For once in this little episode, her tone was neutral.

"Um… Are you alright, Sig? Why're you roughing him up, Miss Sil? I thought you two were. Were… Um…"

A voice behind the clown's back timidly spoke. Sil's face went straight and turned around.

Lidelle's face went from concerned confusion to blushing 'Daaaaaw, wook at da widdle bunny'. "Aw, I didn't this you'd have a cute face, Miss Sil, much less this cute." She gushed.

Sil skipped the opportunity to ask what her classmate meant with that to hide her face. Sig kindly handed over her mask.

"Why did you hide your face?"

"I don't want people I know to recognize me." Little did she know she accidentally slipped up. 'Knew' not 'know'.

"Hm?" Lidelle started to think. "Arle?"

"Lideeeelle. You just had to connect the dots."

"S-Sorry. Why're you hiding as an easy to annoy clown, Arle? And aren't you with Miss Ammy right now?"

"What? I'm- I mean Arle is…?" She put on her speed shoes and took off.


There they were. Arle and Amitie… Or is that Silvana? Or Dop. Arle? She's wearing red, red-brownish hair, red eyes, a red top hat, an evil red twirlable mustache, and an eye-patch. But there's room for doubt, the confused one supposed.

Amitie's a sock puppet like usual.

Sig smiled. "Arle." He hugged Arle from behind.

"Crikey! Git off me, yoo weerdoh! OH, I mean, Shig. Fancy meetin' yoo agin." It made Sil real jealous.

"Hey, Silvana." Amitie cheerily greeted. "Cute face." She complimented.

"Huh?! Shoot! What happened to my mask!?" A quick glance later. "Sig, why're you holding that?"

"No need te worry 'bout it, love." Her Doppelganger reassured. "Ye no long'r need it." Arle smirked as she absolutely shattered her mask. "NO!" "Fufufu. Got no more need for this mental conditioner, do we?" It was a rhetorical explanation.

"…The heck? Mental conditi-Hyaaaaaaaaah!" Poor Silvana's head split open.


"Heeeeeeeaaaaaalp!"

"Oi, shat ahp, ya cocky "Rrrreal 'n". Bloimey, no one is ken hear yoo." A fact that sunk in weeks ago. This cold, damp place is soundproof with no way to escape as long as she's bound. The Evil One spend all their day brainwashing her…

"Puuuuuuh-Leeeeaaze! Lemme gooooo! Lemme gooooo!"


Silvana gasped, her mind flooded with repressed memories, fully realizing who she was all this time, pushed up her sleeves. Ready to give her a piece her mind with a side dish of revenge. "Now I remember!" She walked up. The twin evilly grinned lifting her hand up.

"Doubt it." Her fingers snapped.

*Snap*

"I mean it's possible that I'm wrong, bu- Wait a sec?" She realized her mind's being altered. She had to fight against. "Guys don't listen to her! She's stolen my place!"

*Snap*

"Possibly, may- NO! DEFINI-"

*Snap*

"I don't know anymore…

Sig didn't pay attention to her, he was busy snuggling it up with the uncomfortable Arle.

"Oi, stop it." She wriggled, Sig didn't let go. Soon Carbuncle joined in.

"No, Carby not you too!" Arle ran for him. "Selfish, are we? Yoo don't want Cahrbuncle." *Snap*

"I guess, he'll okay in your hands? Let's hang ou-"

"He's not yer friend." *Snap*

"H-He's not? But we've spent so much time together."

"Um… Arle?" Amitie interrupted.

"What?" She replied annoyed.

"Why're you making Sil a wreck?"

"'Cause she deserves it."

"No I-"

"Say you deserve it." *Snap*

"I-I d-de-s-serve it. Stop taking everything away from me! Help me, Am! I don't mean what she makes me say!"

"Yes she dos. Say it. Mean it." *Snap*

"Grrrr. I'm a liar." She lied?

Doppel(?)'s having a ball. "Ahlmost don. Listen te 'verythin' Oi'm gonna tell ya. And accept it as fact. Got it?"

"Over my de-"

*Sna-*

The instant she started that sentence she knew she was doomed. If she was Arle, she wouldn't be soon.

*-ap*

"Got it."

"Your friends 're mai friends." *Snap*
"Yoo have no friends." *Snap*
"Yoo dohn't deserve friends." *Snap*
"You're not Arle." *Snap*
"Forget who yoo are." *Snap*
"Forget everyone you know." *Snap*
"You're name's Stinky Pierrew." *Snap*
"Yoo do what your told and suck at everything you do." *Snap*
"Your face is lying in hot curry, on the dinner table." *Snap*
"Yoo can't ouse magick." *Snap*
"Yoo dohn't know how to ouse magick." *Snap*
"Yoo dohn't even know what magick is." *Snap*
"Puyos scare yoo." *Snap
"Yoo know your face's ugly so you'll go to great lengths to hide it." *Snap*
"You're allergic to masks." *Snap*
"Yoo start aneuw, three, two, one, now!" *Snap*

Arle was pleased with herself. "Fwumuhaha! FWUHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"What's so funny?" Stinky's confused hiding her face behind her arms.

"Fu hu hu. Nothing. See ya later. Gotta get meself a team for ouhr 7-on-1 Puyo battle afterall."

"What's Puyo ba-tell?"

Arle laughed maniacally as she entered her red sports chariots pulled by rocks. With Amitie still on her hand and Sig still clinging to her. "Bye evil Arle, it was fun." He waved.

Stinky didn't know why, but she felt something akin to getting stabbed repeatedly by a particularly sharp rubber chicken. And she doesn't know why.

"W-where am I?"

"Worry not." A voice echoed. One of her hands turned into a pretty, mellow, wise and mature sock puppet holding a sun-themed staff. A bit similar of the one that girl just had. "I heard everything. Saw everything." Its voice was absolutely flowing with motherly concern. "And I shall help. Alakazoom." She swung her staff, she seemed to have a hidden child-like glee.

But the magic went wrong, the sock puppet's head fell off. "Heeeeerh!" Stinky in Teryl Dactyl screamed like a terror. "Whadda heck did you do?"

"Eh heh. Whoopsie." She said in a sing-song voice, despite clearly being embarrassed at her screw up. "Lemme try again." The rolling sock said. "Zip-Zap-Zoom!~"

As if the universe liked her, it dropped 16-Ton weight on both of them.


"Haaaa!" Sil violently screamed while she woke up. She noticed she was sleeping in her living room. 'What a dream… Whatever it was about.'

"Ah, sounds like she's awake. Keep scarfing down, but please keep your mouths closed." That's Oshare, and the other's saying okay at the dinner table in the room.

Oh yeah! She and her crew were having Easter dinner. And then…?

"Ah. Sleep well, Silvana?"

"I had a nightmare, I think?"

"Ah, you poor thing. I've been there before. Ate something so heavenly~ so your senses couldn't take it and pass out to dream up something awful to balance out the amazing tastes."

"Hurgh. Glad I don't remember it then." 'Besides something involving something like that plan I had…' Sil yawned, still feeling uneasy from the forgotten dream. "Felt like a dumb alternate reality where everything was whacked up." She got up to rejoin on the table.

"I took the liberty of cleaning the curry of your mask, by the way."

*Gasp!* Sil clasped onto her mask. "You better not have peaked."

"Hmhmhmhm." The pile of bones giggled, at Sil's childish habit. "It was tempting, you could use more clothing, ones that suit your real face. But I decided against it, for your privacy's sake, and the off chance your face is so uncool it turns me to stone." He jested.

"Aww, now I can't use that joke myself…"

Back at Sil's eating room, the crew greeted her back. "Donny?"

"Rib-bit?"

"Your curry's too good. Water it down next time, please. Because I forgot how it tasted. I don't even think the Great Curry God could handle it."

"Rib. Bit." The frog saluted.

"Also gimme the recipe."

*Frog orb nod.*

Silvana enjoyed the rest of the dinner with her crew. Glad her hair's the colour it is, red-brown. Odd time to appreciate that.

Author's Notes:

Boy, I sure do hope I named this chapter "April Fool's Day" and not "A Foolproof Disguise" by accident. Every year everyone makes lame jokes, or makes the most easy subversations to make. I wanna be up front about my weird April Fools tricks.

And yeah, two chapters in two days. It happened that the first chapter was published the day before April Fool's last year. Whadya know? I'd like to think Past Me realized this and did his best to make sure it's published before that day. Fearing warelander might take it the wrong way despite the weeks of planning and writing. I'm smart. But to fair that's something I'd do to close friends and family, so…

HAPPY EASTER! Yeah, these two overlap this year. That's possible, I guess… Only figured that out because of writing this… Because I don't celebrate holidays in general. Everyone's jokes on this year should be more fun this year.

Hope you you like the terrible idea I was gonna write terribly that I decided against, but did anyway. And along the way made it it canon to boot.

Easter is a secular holiday in Primp, doubt there was a Jesus in Puyo Puyo world, mythical or not.

Still on a break, btw. Just one more quick return. Give it time.

Finished on 09-03-2018. Released on 01-04-2018.

Now: Earlier on the same day?