Sil couldn't stop laughing. "HAHAHA! This is too priceless…" She could barely get her words out. "Haaa! Okay, Raffine. Fufufufufufetch! Haha!"

There 'Raffine' went on all fours, chasing after the toy bone. It's hilarious how unrefined 'she' was. "Woof. Yap, yap!"

'The joy on her face~' *Snicker* *Pat pat* "Good girl. Fufwahaha! You can change back now, Balders. I'll die if we go on like this… Hahaaaa!" *Gasp* "Haaaaaaaaaaa…"

"Woof?"
"Yeah... *wheeze* I'm okay. Why don't you shapeshift more often? People would kill for that ability."
"Woof."
"Ah, little Miss Sunshine McLittle."
*Hiss*
"Just a bit jealous is all. That's something I'd use if I could. I'd use it all the time, in fact! I could have so much fun with it."
*Whine whine*
"Well, I guess that's a fair point…"

She rubbed his neck for his comfort.

"I'm at least I'm somewhat human."
"Woof?"
"Oh. Shouldn't have said that. Pretty, please: don't tell but I'm a demon (surprised Feli isn't honestly)."
*Whine…*
"What do you mean we have similar scent? Does she use the same deodorant? 'Cause I might have to switch now."
"Yap, yap!"
"'Lavender-ish, but not quite'?"
"Yap."
"Hm… Maybe Feli's a demon too. Maybe some confused young fun sucking Succubus."
*Hiss…*
"I'm-I'm k-kidding!"

Behind Baldanders Sil saw someone purple and black come this way. "Speaking of the Dark Prince. There's little miss Dictionary-definition-of-friendless-sunshine-kindness-virtue-and-kindness-fun-and-don't- forget-kindness. Ooo! Quick shift into Klug! I'm sure she'll like it as much as I will be."

*Poof* The hellhound obeyed loving the idea of making his mistress and others laugh.

"Fufufu. Fetch!"

Chapter 21: Admirers'. Mates. Obliviously. Roughhousing. Emotions.

It's a nice day. A good day for Silvana and Sig to enjoy each other's company again. It's bug catching time!

"Caught one!" Or rather, a dragonfly gently landed on the gloved fingers of Sil. "So what does this species of dragonfly… Nevermind. We've seen this little guy before, haven't we?…"

"It's a Libelle Somnum. Looks like he's happy you remember him." Sig smiled.

Sil squinted her eyes on the bug's. "How can you tell?" She turned to Sig, deadpan. "Also hi again. Been a while."

"Not so close. Olsor the Unbreakable is still afraid of your mask."

"Oh yeah. You have a weird name. Cool to see you working on your fears. Pleasedon'tdothatagain." Sil shook.

"He says that won't happen this time. As long as you don't scare him anymore." "Look I'm sorry an Onion Pixie came by fighting ov-"

"Onion?" There she was again, Oniko, looking up at Sig again next to his legs again. Which meant her knight is not far off.

"Sig… Prepare to fall asleep again."

"Gotcha!"

"On? On, Onion! Onion Onion!" The male Onion Pixie, armed with a club came charging. It's angry, menacing speed waddle. Swinging his club around like it was nothing! Scaring off Olsor the Unbreakable the Dragonfly.

Its fear-induced escape made his wings flap at such a frequency it inflicted drowsiness.

When the harlequin awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare about everyone disowning her as Silvana Pierrot, she found herself lying next to the unconscious male Onion Pixie. "And Oniko went off with Sig again." Whispering that to herself made Onion Pixie get off her feet.

"On!? Onion, onion, on."

"Yeah, whatever. Wanna go look for them? I need Sig." Sil yearned.

"Onion?" The Oni deadpanned.

"You have no idea how cruel my dreams are! A-And I'm not using him as a security blanket. *Shifty eyes* Honest! I got this adorable monkey for that."

*Arms' arms dangling, dangle dangle*

Onion Pixie rolled his eyes, Sil couldn't fool him as far as he's concerned.

"I'm jealous like you at what Oniko could do to him to make him cry this time." Sil grumbled.

"Onion, on-ion!" *Leg poke* "Oooon. Onion."

"Ow! You don't have to poke." Sil angrily told the armed veggie. "But you're right. We're in the same boat. Get on my shoulder, here's a binocular." Sil had another for her own. "Keep your eyes peeled."

"On, On." Sil snorted a bit. "What a good jester pun. Where's my notepad, I'm gonn-"

*Club club club*

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay, I'm going! But one more club I'm looking by myself, Mister Pixie."


Their search was relatively unfruitful. The town, the mountain, cemetery, circus. They couldn't find them. "This was an afternoon wasted."

"On…"

"I didn't you were the type to give up so soon. For all you know they're doing something fun together." Sil didn't like it the idea as much as him.

"On. Oooon!" Onion Pixie poked Sil with his stubby arm. "Where?" Sil looked at the park, it had Oniko and Sig sitting on a bench. Having some ice cream. Sig looked confused while Oniko ate up the eye candy next to her.

Sil held back the charging Pixie. "Hold on bucko. Follow my lead." The jester dived, combat rolled, and three backwards flips right behind a bush in a position perfect for binocular using.

Onion Pixie begrudgingly did the same, minus the show-offy tricks. He just waddled.

"Onion, on!"

"Shh. Quiet. We don't know if it's as worse as we fear. That's why we're spying."

Sig started talking to Oniko. They couldn't hear it but did raise the question of how Sig expected this to go considering his grasp of the onion language barrier.

*Gasp!* They shared. Oniko asked to taste Sig's ice cream, and he provided it! "Siiiiiiiiiig." Sil hoped this isn't what it looked like.

"Oniiiiiiioooooon." Onion Pixie figured this was exactly what it looked like. The jester reigned in the impulsive vegetable's charge to the bench.

"Th-this isn't enough evidence."

"Onion, on!" The onion complained, looking back at the bench sitters are doing.

"I know what it's like from the side!"
"Onion?"
"Because I don't think Sig's into that dumb onion."
"ON?!" *Club*
"Ouch. I mean that Sig doesn't seem to have any romantic interests, I'm afraid…" 'Oh, there's that fluttery feeling again.' "We shouldn't we have to worry."

Sil was afraid to look through her dual spyglass again. "Now please don't contradict me." She said like she expected the opposite to happen.

A different-club wielding Onion Pixie (which our Onion Pixie identified as Onion Pixie No. 4) waddled up to Oniko expressing his love, seemingly rather violently. It appeared Oniko didn't want it as evidenced by hiding behind Sig's leg.

"Dude, she's already taken."

That's what Sil repeated from Sig's lip movement. She's not a lip reader. But whatever he said it made Oniko swoon and she couldn't have that. Sil didn't care anymore about what she told Onion Pixie. Emotion took over. Sil stomped her way over the scene. Onion Pixie keeping up. Just as angry.

"Sil." Sig's happy to see her.

"Just a sec, Sig."

"Onion?" That Onion Pixie said to Onion Pixie. Oniko was happy to see her Onion Pixie. I think anyway…

"On."

They engaged Onion Pixie No. 4 into a fair and balanced two-on-one Puyo Puyo match that somehow ended with Onion Pixie No.4 shooting off to the sky, making a twinkle in the far-off distance.

"And now you two!" Sil confronted her friend… and Oniko.

"Onion. On. Oniononion, oooon!"

Sig didn't ask for Sil to translate Onion Pixie's demands for an explanation. He didn't seem guilty for abandoning her and making her have a nightmare again. He seemed really happy in fact. He hugged her. "Eh?" Sig confused Sil out of her anger, usually a nice surprise. If a little bone crushing if she attempted to escape.

By the sounds of it, the same happened to the Onions.

"O-O-ON?"

"What he said. What's going on? Why did you leave me? You know about my nightmares, you meanie!" Sil lashed out a bit.

"We were looking for someone to wake you two up."

"What? Please fill me in here, Sig, 'cause I don't see the connection here."

"When me and this Onion woke up we tried waking you two up. Libelle Somnum's are really nice but there's a chance their wings can cause someone to nap forever."

'Don'tthinkabouteternalnightmares!Don'tthinkabouteterna-'

"If someone doesn't wake up from that you need a Libelle Vigilax's wings to wake up."

"That's terrifying!"

"They're a lot more common. I'm on good terms with Norville. He usually hangs around the swings. We've been waiting for him."

"On." Oniko vouched.

"Aw, thank you, Sig. I guess one happened to fly by." All was forgiven.

"Onion!"

"Good point! You two left us there!"

"Ah, sorry, I knew I forgot doing something that would help."

Sil sighed, not really that mad about it. She could sadly buy that. Onion Pixie forgave his maiden way more easily.

The two parties left on good terms. It was far from the last of these predicaments.

Author's Notes:

Today in pointless: This chapter. I had a funny idea to work with, couldn't think of enough substance.

em!Happy Anniversary, FCtC!/em (For real this time! Yay, I'm not smart, woo. Edit: Wow, apparently I was two whole months off… That means I'm one off as off now. Am I dyslexic when it comes to time? Okay, one more extra chapter next month if I'm not already done with my side projects. It's a bit more ambitious than this. As it's one of two chapters I have constantly on the brain, like the Copy Amitie chapter.)

Still on break. But after a while I'll start doing this and my side projects side-by-side.

Speaking of which, I collaborated with a nobody called 'R. Fielding' It's listed as a crossover between Puyo Puyo and Power Rangers, called 'Power Rangers: Puyo Puyo Force'. I was asked to promote it because I have little spine. I bring this up because Fielding wants people to read it. He doesn't believe in patience in this regard, can't blame her…

Read it if you want something dumb. This is more meant for the readers because it's easier to find on Ao3.

Cut title: Operation: Admirers'. Mates. Obliviously. Roughhousing. Emotions.

Scrapped: Doppelganger Onion Pixie No. 4

Speaking of Doppelgangers, if TvTropes is to believed Satan reset the Madou Monogatari world into the Puyo Puyo world. This is the one time wanted a citation on that site. I know it's legit now.

Because it also states that because of that Satan accidently left behind half of Arle's soul behind (for unrelated reasons it seems). Leaving the other half to drift in time-space for hundreds of years!

That soul became Doppelganger Arle, mad from isolation. Who misunderstands her situation doesn't let Satan speak up about a proposal to merge the Arles, and legitimately believes she's reclaiming her lost life. And then Satan's rule of no two of the same people exist suddenly kicks in and disappears. I guessing other worlds like Primp and Suzuran are safe game?

I hope it's true, this type of sad story telling is right up my alley. I remade "In the Grasp of the Doppelganger" with this in mind.

And I wanna do more with this concept in mind. In general.

After next month, the for really really reals first anniversary I'll regularly work on this again. Even if the next chapter should be done in about a week. Another long one.

Finished on 09-04-2018. Released on 30-04-2018

Next up: Field trip canceled.