*Fair warning: some subject I felt as natural interaction, but is something more mature than you're used to on this fic is present. I felt it was unavoidable considering the scenario I wrote. Plus this chapter is a bit harsher than usual. You'll survive…*
*3 days before Halloween… At the Haunted Circus…*
"Closed?" Sil read on the sign planted before her Circus. "Why? I'd better check up on them. Yu!? Rei?! Silly!?"
Silvana cautiously followed the hallways to the quiz show podium that the end. All the things the ghosts operate to scare are offline. Along with the potential the trio is playing a prank on her. It made it a bit more scary than it was. And it was already a bit scary for a tour made by children.
*Sobbing*
Sil was a little spooked. "That sounds like…" Yu or Silly, hard to tell. Sil made a mad dash towards the center. She found her old doppelgänger crying on a contestant couch, clutching a pillow.
The scared ghost meeped at the clown, she phased to go below the couch to hide.
"Silly?" Sil asked as calmly as she could, as not to upset the spirit. "Where are your siblings?"
"They're in town, looking for a magitechnician." She whispered as hard as her cowardice was showing. Sil barely picked it up.
"And you left behind to hold to hold the fort, and you miss them?" Sil guessed.
"Uh-huh. I miss big bro and sis. But I stayed here because nobody likes my face…"
"I can… relate?"
"I played the role of the beautiful assistant to my big sis… But people remember me when you made me realize I was DEEEEEAAAD!" Silly cried louder. She phased back onto the couch, "sitting" on it. Silvana sat next to her.
"Want me to help let it out? Or you wanna have your bro-"
"MY LIFE WAS A LIIIIEEE-HAAAAAIIIIII! *Sniff 'n Sob* I'm not a great thief! Those soles were unearned… I was cheating this whole time… And I didn't know it!"
"Well, you shouldn't steal stuff you don't need, young lady." Sil scolded.
"Waaaaaaaaah!"
"Uhh…" Sil was being a bit tactless with her totally fair assessment, so she must atone for being justified in her criticism. Social pressure… "There, the- oh…" Her hand went through Silly's body, so she has to solve this with words. "Look. You've done bad things, so have I. And look, you're still around despite dying. You get to live on in a sense. I died and didn't get to come back."
"B-But-"
"Don't ask. It was a weird and confusing day. Back to my point, have you found something to live for?"
"Uh, my bro and sis. They're the best family I've ever had." Silly smiled. "They're so nice, they care for me. I help them out, they do help me cope. Our brainstorming for quiz questions are super, duper fun." She still looks like someone who can't take the fact she died, but she did look a bit happier. "I love them so much. They are happy to have me."
Sil's black hole melted.
"Your mask creeps me out…" Silly said, Sil took a big breath…
"Enjoy your new family. And again… I'm sorry for everything that happened between us. It's my fault you're dead. (Maybe…) I also forgot you and took your name. You deserve the love they give you. Aside from the sole stealing thing. And don't forget it."
"Okay, Silvana 2."
Sil took another deep breath… "I'm still learning balloon art, but do you wanna have balloon animal?" She pulled out uninflated balloons.
"Heck yeah, a lollipop please!" Silly circled around in the air in joy.
"A lolly? Thanks for making it easy on me, Silvana 1."
"Oh, in that case I want a puppy!"
…Kids.
Huh, this urn is actually clay, and not porcelain… I was wrong all along! Still ugly, though… Ugh…
Chapter 29: Welcome to _'s Nightmare!
At the front of the Y&R&S Haunted Tent, there was one impatient student tapping her toe. "These bums sure take their sweet time, don't they know not to keep a lady waiting?" The pinkhead complained, making sure her appearance is perfect. "I should be persuading boys to give me their candy by now." She smiled, looking forward to it. "Oh, La-Ti-Da~"
"Hey!" Someone yelled.
Squinting her eyes she saw Pierrot running towards the entrance. "Oh, marvelous…" She sarcastically quipped as she folded her arms. "Miss Silvana…" Said cold as ice.
"Hi, Raffie! Yup, it's me." Full suited Pierrot introduced herself.
"So you decided to go as yourself after all. Decided your face was too ugly to be shown after all?" Raffine laughed to Pierrot's face, or rather, her mask.
It got the clown cheesed off. "Si- Er… My face is just as pretty as yours! Hey, why aren't you in costume?…" Pierrot when from angry to confused.
"Tell me first why in the world have you told Ms. Accord? Now we have to waste my precious time waiting!" It was it like thunderstruck with stomp she delivered.
"EEP! I don't know, Raffie! It's me, Amitie! Not Sil! I just dressed like a friend." She pulled off the mask and hood.
"I know, dear." Raffine muttered deadpan, not amused.
"Whaaa? How did you know? Oshare made sure it was one-to-one!" She whined.
"…You have no idea how to impersonate someone, do you?" Was the response. Said with one eye closed and a weak hand against her chin.
"Eeeh… No…" Amitie started staring at her schoolmate.
"Hey, Si- Ammy." A male voice said from behind Raffine. It was the light-bluehead Sig.
*Gut reaction snort* "Seriously, Sig? You went in your ladybug pajamas?" Raffine wasn't even angry at it. She grew a small smile, she found it so charming.
"They're comfy." Sig was happy to wear it, it seems. "No costume, Raffine?"
"Ohoho~ It will be ready once we're done with this asinine school trip. What was Silvana thinking!?"
"'S not her fault." Sig humbly stepped up.
"Yeah! The professor overheard her."
"Ohohohohohoooooohohohooo!" Raffine had put the back of her hand to the side of her mouth and laughed way longer than Amitie and Sig found acceptable. "What? Are you two defending your girlfriend now?" Sil's friends blushed at the accusation. "You two hang around that monster like flies, and kiss her butt on a daily basis."
"RAFFINAAAAAA! Why're you this mean all the suddeeeeehn!"
"Not cool."
"OOOOOOOHohohohoooooooo!~" The pinkhead was out of control, her belly laughing had no end.
…
"Huh?" Amitie leaned over into Sig's ear. *Hesitant whisper*
"Huh? What do you mean, Ammy?"
*Embarrassed whisper & point at Raffine and herself*
"They're… what?"
*"Don't make me say it again, but here it is anyway" whisper*
"Huh, guess they are, didn't notice."
"Y-You don't stare?" Amitie nervously responded.
"No. Do you?" He asked neutrally.
"Uh…" She was fixated since she took her mask off. It just didn't sink in before that. "Just noticed." Tiptoetiptoetiptoetiptoetiptoe… aaaaaaaaaaand… poke!
"Eeeee!" *Angry laser-guided backhanded slap to face*
"Owie…" Amitie rubbed her cheek, leaning in Sig's claw who caught her.
"How dare you! You should know very well there are certain things are off limits, Amitie!"
"You're not Raffine!" The clown-for-a-day yelled at her friend, in a very accusatory tone!
"Oh." Raffine(?) had a smug, toothy grin. A type of face Raffine would never make for varying reasons. It creeped Amitie out. "I was wondering when you two would notice, and what makes you say that?"
Amitie's reactionary response? "She's really insecure about her lack of chest. Yours are big!" She made hand motions. There goes one secret… "Whoopsie…"
"Pah hah! She's concerned about that? Woooow… I give up, you found me out… I do wish you did put it more… tactfully." Not-Raffine put her right hand behind her left cheek. *Rrrrrrip*
"SURPRISE!" A familiar voice shouted. The half ripped off mask showed something the blonde and the bluehead didn't expect. They were greeted by Silvana's friendly red eye, and cheeky smile. She quickly put the Raffine mask back on. "Oh, La-Ti-Da! The looks on your faces! Priceless! Ohoho!"
"WHA! Huh? How… Wha? How do… And the… Eh. Thought… Don't you hate?… You're a tomboy… But how… Raffie's flirty face. It was perfect. Wow. Except maybe… Eeeh." etc. Amitie was broken.
"You're awesome, Sil. I really thought you were Raffine." Sig complimented.
"Thanks, handsome. Oh!" She covered her mouth as she blushed. Breaking character. "Sorry, didn't mean to say that! I hypnotized myself to have Raffine's personality. I say stuff I don't mean." She said embarrassed in Raffine's voice.
"Ah."
"What! You can hypnotize yourself, but us? No fair…" Amitie had snapped out of it to pout.
"That's not gonna change, Am!… It's closer to intense brainwashing, anyway, If not for that payoff was most certainly worth it, I wouldn't have done it." … She dropped the Raffine demeanor for a bit as she gave an earnest smile. "It does me good seeing you two defend me behind my back like that." She teared up a little. "Thanks. You two are the best."
"No problem, Sil. We're best friends, and don't forget it."
"Ditto."
Sig blushed, as he wiped off her tears.
"Raffina's cute like this. She should cry more often." Amitie noted.
"Oh, La-Ti-Da. I agree… Ugh, they're still taking their time."
"How did you pull her face like that?" Sig asked.
"Hhhmmm… I guess I could tell you, plebs." She said like Raffine, but a bit tongue-in-cheeky. "It's a special mask. An expensive, rare, and hard and dangerous to make novelty item. It can realistically copy the voice, and the face of anyone, and it moves like it should."
"Neat." Sig said.
"Oh! That's great for you, Sil! I'm so happy for you."
"For what? Buying it?"
"No, for thinking ahead! After you're done with Raffie's face you're gonna copy a cute girl's face from out of town so you can have your own face in Primp, right?"
Sil was stunned. Amitie came up with a nice solution to her problems. She wasn't naïve enough to believe it will rid her of all her problems. But a different face will certainly help…
"Good idea. Sil, we'll help." … "Sil?"
…
…
"S-Sil. You in there?"
"Why you do look so space-y?"
…
…
…
"Si-"
"DAMN!"
Silvana shouted quickly at the top of her lungs. "It's single use only!" She aggressively kicked the ground. "And I have better luck winning the lottery than ever finding one again!"
"Oh." Amitie and Sig.
"Come to think of it probably wouldn't grow with me… Good idea, Am. But it won't work."
"Fiddlesticks." She stared down.
"Too bad…"
"…So that means you can't imitate me for fun?"
"I don't need a mask for that, Ammy."
"Huh?"
"Forget it."
…
"Stop staring Ammy!" Embarrassment kept her from going Raffine.
"Oh gee, Sil! I just can't unsee them now. Were you alway-"
"YES! I bind them very tight, usually… I am an acroba- Wait. We had two sleepovers, Am!"
"Three."
"Three! You must've seen the shape before through my clothes."
"Uuuuh… Is… Arl-"
"YES!"
"Wh-?"
"SH-SHUT UP! Can we not talk about my chest anymore?"
"S-Sorry, it's just distracting seeing Raffine hav-"
"STOP!"
"But-"
"NO!"
"…Okay…"
Sig had no opinion on the matter. He did spot 3 (or 4) figures approaching. He tapped Sil's shoulder.
"Finally!" She spoke like Raffine again. "Quick, Ammy. Let's pretend that who we're dressed as!"
"You read my mind, "Raffie"!" She winked, putting the hood and mask on.
Silvafine [I just made that name up and I hate that I have to dump it after this chapter. It's pronounced Sil-va-feen BTW] got the first word in to Klug, Accord, Popoi, and drumrrrrrrrrrroll: Rrraffine! "What took you so long? You made me wait so long that Silvana and I put our differences and became best friends." Silvana threw her arm over Amitie's shoulder and rested her head on her as well.
Amitie did the same with a smile. "Yup, we're bestest of buds now."
Klug, dressed as a wizard, nervously looked back and forward between the two Raffines, seeing no differences aside from the obvious.
If not for Pierrot standing next to her doppelgänger Raffine would've figured it out already. "Who are you?!"
"I'm Raffine, but handsome Klug can call me Feenie if he wants." *Wink*
Klug became a statue.
Silvana laughed internally at the double tease. "Pleasure to meet someone as elegant as me."
Raffine stared at her chest with envy and disgust. "You can't be me!" She said with boiling blood. "I am Raffine!" And the real Raffine had her hair dyed purple, her face painted, wore a costume that's borderline age inappropriate. She's lucky she looks older than she is, or else she needs a year or two. And lastly she carries a guitar case on her back. "How dare you impersonate me!"
"You? Me?" Silvafine played really haughty. "No offence, but while you look just fine, but you don't stack up to me. Ohoho." *Hair flip* 'Oh, La-Ti-Da~ This too much fun!' "What are you even wearing?"
"I'm dressed as a punk rocker, because unlike what you might think, I'm willing to branch out. Plus my love for the style. Though I'm more of a drummer myself, not to brag."
"You're certainly a punk alright, thinking you can pretend to be me. Les nerfs sur toi!"
"Pourquoi tu dois!"
"Silvana!" Accord, dressed like a witch, interrupted this fight with a tone of disappointment rarely heard from her, she could make everyone feel super guilty. It's effect made Silvana subconsciously nullify her hypnotized state to quiver. "What did I tell you about teasing Raffine?"
She feels so exposed. "How did you know?" Sil basically admitted. Suddenly all of this felt embarrassing.
Klug and Raffine were surprised. But that didn't explain who that Pierrot was.
Amitie saying she's Amitie solved that issue.
"Meow, what do you have to say fur yourself, young lady?" Popoi asked in a neutral tone.
Sil had cold sweat. "She basically called me an ugly abomination more than once. Like I'm not human…" You could taste the honesty coming off of her. Of her feelings at least.
"I did not say such things, Professor. I called her face ugly and not norma- oh merde…"
"Raffine!" Now Accord's disappointment cut straight through her as well. "I thought I told you the same thing. This is not your real face, is it Silvana?"
"No this is a special mask. But my real face is normal enough…" She replied meekly. "I went this far with my costume to be pretty, for a cha-. I MEAN NORMAL! Normal to her standards…"
"Oh ho hooo~ So the tomboy clown wants to pretty, eh? Took you long enough. But I'll have you know that I'm exceptional, not normal!"
"There's nothing wrong wanting to be pretty, Sil." Amitie patted Silvana's back.
Sil covered her face she is so embarrassed. Plus 1 for Raffine. Score: Sil: 33 - Raf: 28.
"In the future I want you two to leave each other along. Understood?"
"YES, PROF!"
"YES, TEACHER!"
"But may I have a last request?" Sil spoke as herself with Raffine's vocabulary and more feminine body language as a hypnotic byproduct.
"And what is that, Raffi- Excuse me, you look the part. What is it, Silvana?" Ms. Accord was back to her usual enigmatically cheery self, for the most part.
"I went through all this effort, it took me days." Sil shyly showed off. "I can at least can I keep pretending until the night is over?" She nervously grinned, expecting "No" for an answer.
"Don't!" Raffine screamed.
"Hm… You'll have to convince me. But I'll probably have to default to "no"."
'A chance to double down.' "Please, Professor." Sil begged. "I died, it's traumatizing and dehumanizing, and I don't feel fully recovered yet after two weeks no matter what it looks like to anyone…" Sil faked.
Sig gave a little hug for comfort, Amitie gave a BIG hug. Klug put his hat over his heart.
"…thanks…" Sil continued. "She insulted my humanity…" This did not actually bother her. "I wanna feel so many positive emotions as I can. I need a good laugh, and Raffine's annoyance makes me feel alive. Lemme have this one, please?"
"She's suffered enough, Professor!" Amitie chimed in, fully suckered in Sil's sob story.
"Hmmm…" Accord wasn't so sure. 'If she's fibbing then I'm being unfair to Raffine. But if not, I'm hurting her. She's a good actress, she could be faking it, or has hidden her pain all along…' "What do you think, Popoi?"
'Nya! She's purrobably lying.' "Let her, it's funny."
"No it isn't!" Raffine protested. Klug grinned but kept his mouth shut.
"And it's impressive." Accord applauded, much to the real pinkhead's chagrin. "I can't help but admire it."
"So can I?"
"…Alright."
"NO!"
"Oh, La-Ti-Da~ Thank you, so much!"
34-28.
"But on two conditions."
"A fair trade, I hope."
"The first is that this shall be the last time you can use that you died as an excuse."
"Alright."
"And secondly, I want your mask on your head."
"Why?"
"Just to give everyone a head start to let them know who you are. You don't have to wear it on your face, somewhere on your body will do."
"Oh, if that's all. I'll be right back in a moment. I'm off to powder my nose. Ohoho!"
"That's the wrong euphemism!"
"Thanks for helping me live, darling! " Silvana used her go home spell. All eyes were on her caravan briefly flashing light. She dashed out a few seconds later with her mask on her face and held something close to her chest.
She brought a friend along. "Why's that monkey wearing my clothes?" Klug asked.
"Practice."
"Of what!?"
"I thought he would look cute as an educated gent, alright? I thought I might as well show him off. Oh, what's that, Army? He likes you, Klug. Bet you don't hear that too often."
Arms held out his arm, for Klug to shake.
Klug and Raffine found this ridiculous. Silvana was practically in Raffine body, someone who Klug mutually hates with merit, acting somewhat like Raffine having a moment of childishness, not unlike Amitie. It made Klug's brain go haywire.
'Why can't she be more like her?' He shook Arms' paw. "Charmed."
*Flash of a "Go Home" spell*
"Ah!"
Arms was gone.
"Now, Kiddies." Accord spoke. "We waited long enough. Let's see what exciting things Miss Yu, Mister Rei, and Miss Silvana have in store for us, shall we."
"Why were you guys late?"
"Why didn't you show up?" Raffine replied to Amitie.
"We agreed to meet up at school, kiddies."
*Mixed bag of "Yesses", "Nos", and a "Yes, but"*
"Oh, dear did I…?"
"Menoew, you didn't."
'This is my home… Why must I waste my time go to School only to go back home?' Sil snarked.
"N-Never mind my blunder. Let's enjoy ourselves!" Accord ran inside the tent. Grumbly teens followed.
Sig lined up next to Silvafine. "I think you're pretty, Sil."
"O-Oh. Y-You've a-always got miss pleasant-incarnate to admire." She nervously twiddled with her luscious locks. 'H-How could he like her?'
"No, I meant how you look normally."
"Oh!~ Th-That was the Raffine personality! I would never say that." She grew red, behind her normal mask. "Can we not talk about it?"
"Okay."
"…Thank you…"
*Skipping to the quiz…*
All the living were sitting on the contestant couches.
"Indeedy! Klug's right again!" Yu announced. Rei sprinkled confetti over Klug's head. Silly applauded.
"It's nothing. Everyone knows he died choking on his milk." No one knows, that's super obscure.
Sil felt uncomfortable around her neck.
Klug was tied with Accord and Popoi. Raffine was third with Sig not far behind. Amitie and Sil weren't doing well. It was based on gruesome history facts. "Pst. Sil, this is the scariest room." She said a little queasy.
"And how. Impressive, since this happens to be the most well lit room…"
"SPÜKPRISE! Boo-nus Round!" Yu and Silly made sure everyone heard it.
Assistant Silly picked up the urn and took it to the center.
Ms. Accord and Popoi got on edge seeing it. "Poi, do you think-?"
"Pawssibly…"
"For extra points, I want everyone to guess how much the average ash pile weighs after cremation!" Yu said like it's the most no duh factoid.
"Ah!" Silly slipped up. The urn broke. Silly ducked and covered.
The broken urn released an ominous mist. Said mist recollected itself into a thin torso, with torn up wispy looking purple cloth, serving as a tail like the ghost trio have. Its hands were big, but bone thin, dark green in color. If you looked closely you could see they're made intertwined vines. It had a collar of spectral leafs around its neck(?). And its head?
A SPOOKY PUMPKIN WITH A FACE CARVED IN!
The head was scarier than that description implies. Its movement was uncanny. Not only was the head ever changing, like Silvana's mask but creepier. There was nothing behind his eyes and mouth. But even more nerve wrecking was the choppy way he moves. Not unlike the flipnote animations Amitie makes in class. His presence left everyone to stare.
"I'm free? _'s freeeeee!" The pumpkin ghost spiraled around in an annoying tone, almost like he knows he's annoying.
"_!?" Accord freaked out. Freaking her students out as result. "_ _!?"
"EEEHEHEEEEE! Do I know you, grams?"
"Oh nonono! Never met!" She replied with a cold sweat.
"Hm… _'s seen that cat before. Meh, _ doesn't care." He glared around. "WICKED! Three ghosties here." He dastardly rubbed his hands. "One tippie-toe closer to squeak out revenge against Pierrot."
Everyone but Accord and Silvana rabbled.
Sil shrugged out of confusion.
While the rabbling occurred. _ reacted violently when his ghostly glare gaze saw a familiar suit. It made him angry, it ignited his pumpkin head. "Pierrot!" He pointed.
Amitie looked around and pointed her shaky hand at herself. "M-Me?"
"Nowyouseeme,noyoudon't!" The pumpkin spectre dove into the ground with haste. Leaving everyone in a panic from the suspense.
"Where did he go?"
"Be careful, Kiddies!"
"How are we supposed to protect ourselves from a malevolent spirit!?"
"If anyone knows that, it should be you, Klug."
"PEEK-A-BOO!"
"AAAAYYIIIIEEEEEEE!"
"AMITIE!" Everyone cried out seeing their friend being dragged by the collar.
_ tossed her in the air like a doll. He chased right after her. "Frightmare!" He tackled her. "Take this!" He followed up with a punch, tail, whip combo. "Take that!" Some more for good measure, but this time the poor girl is lassoed in his tail. "Nighty…" He morphed a curtain cloth into a sturdy graveyard gate wall and charged towards it, full speed ahead. With enough distance for Amitie to fear for her life.
"Nononononono!"
"Niiiiiight! Chill-out, man. Stop screaming like a girl." He caught her back.
Amitie's groans were nothing short of painful. But that last blow hit everyone the most. Amitie was lifelessly dangling from the sore winner pumpkin's cold hands. Leaving everyone to question if Amitie survived.
And while everyone had something to so if they could overcome their fears. The first one to speak had some very stern words. "That does it!" Accord bursted out. Her shadow, growing dark and in a familiar shape. Popoi's nowhere to be seen. "You deserved worse than that clay urn, _."
Everyone didn't know what they saw when she rolled up her sleeve. Even _ _ was a little intimidated.
"Mommy…" A little whimper from.
"If you dare hurt another student of mine, I shall have your head." Accord felt younger. A sentiment shared by her class. "You hurt the wrong person, that's not Pierrot. His lineage isn't even in this world."
"What!?" The ghost ripped off Amitie's mask. "A girl?! This is not my traitorous jokeman!"
"Give her back to me!" Accord demanded.
_ pulled a funny face. "I'm keeping her."
"Raffine! Silvana! Next to me. Klug, Sig, you're back-up! We challenge you to Puyo Puyo!"
"That silly game? If it's a fad now since I was gone, _'s gonna resort to grave manors. SLAVES!"
"Slaves?" Silvana and Raffine pondered. But they didn't have to wonder for long. Yu, Rei, and Silly floated in front of _.
"Yes, Master…" They spoke in monotone.
"Master?"
"You ghoulies are playing for me."
"Yes, Master…" They turned around. Their eyes glowing red, and in Silly's case even redder. All semblance of free will stripped from them, along with their personality.
"Guys?"
"They ooooonly listen to _ now!" He said wrapping Amitie's ragdoll body in his tail. So he could perform with "spooky body language". "I'll turn this town from my circus!"
"Your circus? This my circus, freak!"
"Nuh-uh, _'s king of two things. King of the Circus and King offff aaall Ghosties. The King welcomes you to my NIGHTMARE!~" He wiggled his fingers. The circus interior morphed around them, it looked like they were outside in a misty graveyard.
"Don't provoke him anymore, Silvana." Accord discouraged. "We need to defeat ghost siblings before we can safe Amitie. Worry about those three, and your circus later."
"If you say so, Professor!"
"Attack my ghoulies! Make them squirm like a worm!"
*Accord, Raffine and Silvana vs Silly, Yu & Rei… Team Accord wins…*
The ghost trio evaporated. Leaving their ghostly sheets on the ground, leaving them to reform later.
"Boo hoo!…" _ screamed.
Klug, Sig, the Raffines and _ were in awe of Accord's awesome power. Not to mention a little afraid. No time to ask. _ is speaking. "Give us that Pierrot. Yours died long ago." Accord demanded.
_ instinctively threw the body at them. Well, not so much throw as a… slam dunk… to the… ground just before Accord's feet. I can't look at Amitie…
"I like good fist fights better anyways. _'ll beat you all and then in 7 hours the Spooky-Wooky Circus will encompass the nearby town! Fight me, magic reliant worms! _ AAAALWAYS wins! Or RUN!"
*Flash*
"Whazzat?!" The king ghost reacted at Amitie's disappeared body.
Silvana casted a spell at Sig. *Flash* And he was gone. *Flash* Accord and Popoi. "What's gotten into to y-?" Klug quaked, he couldn't finish that sentence before he got *Flash*ed.
"Silvana!" Raffine scolded. "I knew it, you resurrected swine! You're with him!" She didn't show it, but she's as scared as everyone else. *Flash* Raffine's gone from the scary realm that was Silvana's circus.
"_ wants to fight!" He whined. He ripped his head.
"Oh…" As in Oh, of course he can do that… *Flash* and the elegant-ish Silvafine was gone before her clothes got ruined, avoiding getting smashed by the(/a) head of _ _, and then promptly mauled, then possibly death.
Or potentially much, much worse…
"Oh, I missed…" The horror spoke like a normal person would for a change. As he grew another head. "Rise up ghosties! Time spread my rule to!… To… Where's _ anyways?"
*Meanwhile, in Sil's bedroom…*
Everyone was piled on top of each other on Sil's bed. And she wasted no time doing what was necessary. "Check up on Ammy! Don't touch my stuff! I'm pulling my caravan somewhere else. Sig! Freckl- Raffine! Help me pull if you wanna live!"
Silvana, Sig, and Raffine pulled the caravan to the other side of Primp. Or whatever _ will call it when he's done with it. They noticed the circus was slowly, but surely expending.
Sil teared up, the loss of Amitie, her home, the memories that come with it, and a powerful but annoying pumpkin ghost with a screechy voice is on the loose…
"Now ghosties! Hear _! Gather your spooooooky brothers! You shall strike fear into everybody who dares enters _'s Ghost Town Kingdom! And if they're not scared? Beat them down! No magic allowed! EEEEHEHEEEEHEHEHEEEEEEEE!"
"We're the only ghosts in Primp, Master…" Yu blankly explained.
"Watch your mouth, man. I don't like liars."
"We are not lying, Master."
"…We work the graveyard shift then! Spread out, go outside my pretties! HERD THEM INTO THE CIRCUS!"
"Yes, Master…"
"And spy on everyone who schemes to depose me. _ hates that! _ hates Pierrot."
On the other side of town, in Silvana's bedroom. Klug raised his palm from Amitie's chest. He looked relieved. "She's still alive."
Sil and Sig were ecstatic, Raffine and Accord were happy too. At least there was some relief, despite Amitie's bruises and broken bones.
"Kiddies…" Accord spoke softly. "Sorry you had to see me back there like that."
"Teacher." Raffine replied in a demanding tone. "You obviously know something!" She made Accord flinch, clutching Popoi tight. "And you too, Silvana! Confess!"
"I don't know anything! I'm just as confused as you are!" Silvana screamed.
"KIDDIES! I'll explain."
To summarize:
In Silvana's world, loooong ago, before Puyo Puyo was commonplace, and Swords and Sorcery were the best way to solve problems. There was the "Haunted" Spooky-Wooky Circus. Run by a crooked pumpkin monster: _ _, horror fanatic and black belt.
It was like any other Circus on the surface, and even inside. The crew were really chummy and thick friends. But not towards _ _, (_ for short,) he was a cruel and abusive ringleader, punishing of his crew with his powers to control ghosts, or his fists. He had them firmly blackmailed and had ghosts watch them all the time to keep an eye on them. He needed all of their special talents.
_ being obsessed with Halloween, always wanted it to be Halloween. This reflected in how his circus was themed. It was more gothic than Halloween themed. Yet he named it Spooky-Wooky.
His "employees" hated it. But Stockholm syndrome made them love work in the Circus. But they hated the drab colors, the macabre theme, and what they forced to wear. They wanted color to be colorful and have fun. Be free to use their spells.
The brains of the rebels, the tricky clown Pierrot, had a plan. And he kept it to himself. He made a clay urn.
His pet wolf, one of the training animals, was something _ did have a soft spot for. He made sure to pet her whenever could. During that, the wolf used the fire breathers' trick and burned _ alive, burned to ashes.
But as luck would have it, his spirit survived, and he was stronger than before. Then the whole Circus used their powers to shut him in and glue the urn shut.
In his final words, _ vowed to haunt Pierrot. The freed ghosts, happy they can finally be free again, remade the Circus to something to their liking. And Pierrot was made the ringleader.
"They changed the name to Magic Circus, last I heard. Who would've thought the Puyo Puyo Circus was, in reality, a refurbished Spooky-Wooky Circus? This is dire."
"How do you know this, Professor?" Silvana heard this for the first time, everyone else wanted to know too.
"…mmmmmm…"
"To hell with that!" Raffine cursed, looking angry at the inaccurate mirror. "How don't you know this, Pierrot?!" She inquired. "Didn't your parents ever warn you of that urn?"
"I am an unrelated orphan, you jerk!" Tone and meaning: Silvana. Additude and phrasing: the hypnosis. "I just happened to get this circus, and took on the Pierrot persona, thank you very much. I may have met the real current Pierrot once only. When I found this circus a second time it was deserted deep in a forest, covered in icky dust! I took the whole thing for the Caravan alone. It is simply the most sublime home for me! Beats having to impers… sleep in dungeons and caverns." She spoke in her normal tone for the last bits.
Only Klug, Accord, and Popoi were touched by the story. Sig too, but he heard it before in some fashion.
"That explains why… *whispkers and mumbles*."
"Agreed, it all makes sense now, Popoi."
Accord whispered back at her puppet.
Raffine had her same attitude but had no words to say. "Fine…" She folded her arms and looked to her side in the empty corner.
"Aren't you gonna make fun of my parentless life!? Play a mocking serenade on that guitar, why don't you?! Wouldn't put it past you!"
"NO! That's a line I won't cross!"
"LADIES!" Screamed Klug. "There are more important matters than your squabbles. We have a ghost haunting our village soon! Primp will become his sandbox and his punching bag. I DON'T WANNA DIE!" Klug had no hope.
"_ is not murderous, Klug. But that doesn't mean that isn't a concern… Disregard what I said. This time we need to destroy him this time." Accord said dead serious.
"Or banish him to Puyo Hell's deepest dungeon." Popoi followed up on.
"How do we do that?" Sig asked.
"By building a portal to Hell of course."
"You can just do that?!" The room screamed. "Why didn't you come to pick me up, Professor?"
"Only disembodied spirits can go through." Accord clapped her hands. "Kiddies! We have 6 hours before _ gets his way. I need a certain spellbook from my bookshelf, a hula hoop (or any hoop), a pearl (a normal one, no telling what an amethyst one will do), and sea salt (sea water will do).
Accord continued. "Silvana, do you happen to have a hoop?"
"Eh, no… Haven't gotten to hoop dancing yet. They're left behind in the storage chest in the circus."
"We better not return to Magic Circus before we have that portal ready…"
"I shall run to Oshare's!"
"Good. I'll get my own book. Sig?" Sig was too distracted at the unconscious Amitie. "Sig?"
"Huh?"
"We need you to fetch sea water. And if you by Prince Salde ask him for a pearl."
"Okay…"
"Are you sure you will be okay?" Silvana wrapped her arms around Sig's big arm. Her cheek on the shoulder. "You sound out of it, I don't want you hurt, my darling." Sig blushed at her words. Silvana only realized what at the wholly varied faces everyone pulled.
"Sorry, I'm under hypnosis, I'm not fully myself, or even in control here today…" She twiddled with her fingers while blushing. "I'll get the water for you, you seem in a worse frame of mind than I."
"Are you-"
"I can teleport anything back here. I'll move the destination spot to in front of my bed instead of on top, to spare Ammy. Keep an eye out."
"I don't like this but I will sacrifice one of my pearls if I must." Raffine confirmed.
"I'll stay here with Sig and nurse Amitie back to health."
"Good idea, Klug." Accord praised. "If everything is cleared up take her to the hospital immediately."
Klug nodded.
"First aid kit is in there."
"Now, kiddies. If you see a ghost, run and scream! _ knocks out anyone who's not scared." Accord waved her wand, enchanting the wing-shaped pins all her students have. "They are now communicators, squeeze them and we will hear. Is everything clear class?"
"Yes!"
"Good! Let's stop that old tyrant! We'll meet up back here and I will make the portal."
*Meanwhile in the expanding Halloween dimension…*
"A town of easily frightened people~" He spotted some witless Primpers, they had no idea what's going on. They couldn't find a way out of the Circus. "Ooga-Booga!"
"Aaaaah!"
"Eeeeeeeheheeeee! I love this town. _ hopes for some wicked good fighters too! Lousy so far." He said giving a 1-2-1-Tail sweep to the air.
*5 hours left…*
"Oshare!" Silvana screamed slamming open his back door.
"Raffine!? Customers come throug- Wait, lack, of manners or costume. Woah, Silvana, you clean up nicer than I ever would have thought! Even with the sweaty hair. Even if you use that mask to mimic Raffine."
Sil giggled, tossing her hair. "Thank you~ B-But is not the time for that! The circus is possessed by a ghost called _!"
"_? _ _! Are you kidding me! I thought Ms. Accord was just telling a ghost story! I didn't think it was literal!" He was panicked.
"So I don't have to explain? I need one hoop and I pearl if you have one."
"Last pearl I had, you bought… RAFFINE bought months ago. Here's one of your hoops I borrowed."
"Thanks. Forgot you had one."
Sil's pin flashed and Accord's voice came out. "K-Kiddies." It sounded like she was trying to be calm like usual. But everyone heard she's under pressure of potentially losing. And they felt it too as a result. "I have my book, I am returning to Silvana's Caravan."
Sil squeezed her wing pin. Now used as a hair clip. "Sig, Klug. I got the hoop, I'm sending it in." *Flash* "On my way for sea water." She stopped squeezing. And grabbed a bucket. "I need this!"
Bones gave the okay.
She gave the skeleton a warning of what the four ghosts will do to him.
"Gotcha. I'll close up shop, turn off the lights, and play dead. Please save Primp. If what Accord told me, escape will be difficult."
Sil nodded. Not sure if they can trick a ghost through the hoop. "Take care, Oshare." Sil waved with concern.
"Akuma! Is that you, silly OLD bear!?"
"_, KUMA!?" Akuma teleported away. The demon hater has no anti-ghost measurement prepared. 'How foolish of me, Kuma! Protecting the town from demons, and then _ returns. A ghost, but no demon!'
"Chill-out, man! I only wanted to add you to my ghostly legion!"
*4 and half an hour left…*
"Boo…"
Silvana turned around to see Silly with no conviction of any kind on her face.
'…'
"Master wants me to beat you up now…" She wound up a punch with no expression.
Silvana was confident she could take on Silly, she knew it's for the best to just run. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Silvafine ran with her folded fingers clutched against her mouth and ran away the most girly way possible towards the ocean.
She giggled like mad on the inside. The faces on the confused onlookers were priceless. 'Hearing Raffine scream like this… Ooooh~ So satisfying~ I wish I could see. This is too much fun.'
*4 hours left…*
"There, sea water…Eee! Phew." She always spilled on her socks. She felt more silly than her profession. "Is it because I'm too Raffine?" She shivered. "No, it's because it's very expensive. Very expensive!" She tried to cope with Raffine's femininity she forced on herself.
The wing pin went off. "This is, KYA! Raffine!" She made all kinds of noises, she's in trouble. "_'s fighting me outside my mansion! I have the pearl but Rei caught me and _ is somehow, missed me! Somehow directly controlling him from the circus. he won't play Puyo and I don't have spells that are very effective. I'm, OW! HOW DARE YOU! I'm barely holding up against Rei! Please help! I'm too important to die!"
*Gasps!*
"This is Silvana. I got the seawater, I'm sending it in. Make sure it doesn't spill! Hang in there, Raffine! I'm nearby!"
*3 hours and 40 minutes left…*
Silvana arrived seeing Raffine super focused on fight the uncharacteristically frantic Rei. "Nowyouseeme,nowyoudon't!Nowyouseeme,nowyoudon't!Nowyouseeme,nowyoudon't!" He repeated with a motor mouth to annoy and tire out Raffine. Clearly _ is in control, like Raffine said.
"OW! Mangez mes feux d'artifice, vous pissez le fantôme froid! Le monde n'a pas besoin d'abominations comme toi!" She let him know she was hurt. But her Fireworks got a solid hit in on Rei.
"Mommy!"
The fight was so intense, Raffine lost any sense of keeping up her appearance. For example, she channeled her magic through her weapon. Her guitar.
Silvana was distracted by the fighting. "Wow. She's cool…"
"Ghostly Bash!" Rei darted his head to Raffine's stomach.
"Oooooh…" The small ghost rolled himself up like a wheel. As he rotated he kept tail slapping Raffine as over her body. Ending in an uppercut.
"Boo-Hoo-Ken!" He wasn't done with that. He circled around his airborne victim. Snatching her guitar. Slammed her butt with full force making her yelp further in mid-air. "Nighty…" He wound up his next guitar slam. "NIGHT!" He slammed against her head, breaking the guitar.
Raffine landed face first. Her screams were painful.
"Raffine!" Sil screamed from her hiding spot. She was lucky _ didn't hear her. The king celebrated that good fight. He stopped haunting his subject, and Rei continued floating around aimlessly.
If it wasn't obvious before, fighting _ head on was out of the question.
Sil ran up to her fallen rival. "Raffine, are you okay?" She shook her. Raffine moaned, she had trouble opening her eyes. She was disoriented as well.
"Are you an… angel?" She said like her light's going out.
"Uuuuh. Yeeeeees? Yes, I am."
"Daddy was right. I do look like an angel~… Wait, mother? Daddy said I look like you! Are you an angel… mother?" She asked as innocent as baby.
"Uh, yes. It's me, my sweet Rafeenie."
"Mommy!" Raffine hugged what she thought was her mother with her remaining strength. Her tears stained Silvana's costume. "So you didn't just disappear…" She smiled.
"N-No, I always had you on my mind." Sil played along, she felt she had to, stroking the Raffine's back of the head, where she was hurt.
"MOMMY!" She cried harder. "Please… take me with you!"
"Of course I will my child, I will never leave you again." Sil hoped she guessed the context right, she had no idea about Mrs. Fielding. She can't help but shed a tear anyway.
"Daddy and Melody were right… about your kindness… You really are an angel…" She sniffed her nose. Her last breaths sounded regretful. "I should've… been… more… like… you…" Her voice went quiet like a mouse.
Silvana, not knowing what to do, imitated what Sig did once. She kissed her rival on the forehead. "Rest in peace, my child. Say, hello to Amitie."
Unsure if Raffine heard that last bit, she died with a smile on her face. That's what's important. That and the pearl.
Wait…
No, her heart stopped beating…
She took a big sigh, she lost something crucial in her life… Someone to hate and tease… Silvana searched the body for the pearl. *Flash*
She squeezed the pin. "…Silvana here… Pearl is sent…" She spoke sullen.
"Something wrong, Silvana?" Popoi asked.
"_ killed Raffine…" Short and to the point, leaving out the brutal details. Sil didn't want to hear everyone's reactions. She tuned them out. "I'll come home in a moment. I'm handing her over to her father first." 'Should I mention the mom?'
*2 hours and 50 minutes left…*
For the past minutes Accord's been using a cauldron Sil had to cook up boiled water, adding the salt water. While channeling the right spell through the pearl. "Leave us alone, take a breather in your bedroom."
"We'll let you meoknow, when the portal is done."
Sil obeyed her teacher. She entered her room. "How's she holding up?"
"Amitie will be if a world of hurt when she wakes."
Sil winched at Klug's diagnosis.
He continued. "Broken arm, an unrelated shoulder, a knee, a crack in her sku-"
"St-Stop!" Sig couldn't take it.
"This is vital information, Sig! She needs the hospital's white magicks as soon as possible. Preferably before she wakes."
…
Silvana leaned against her door… "The professor says everything should revert back to normal."
"Even Raffine?" Klug asked.
'You are our realist, right?' "…" She pulled her normal mask over her face. She couldn't find it in her to answer him.
Klug just got the jist. "Please…" He quietly pleaded. "Wear something else… I can't look at you…" He buried his head in the mattress.
"Don't think my other outfits are any more appropriate, Mister Wizeman. _ will have my head if he sees me like that." You haven't seen the children dressed like Pierrot!? They're scared witless. I've seen people carrying unconscious clowns away!
…
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"May I project her onto you?" Klug asked sullen to Silvana.
"Pardon?"
"May we pretend you're her?" Annoyed he had to repeat. "I need closure… I lost a contender…"
…
"I know you're not her. But please."
"You're pathetic, Klug."
"What did you just say to me?"
"I said you're pathetic, Klug. Crying over my death." Sil, acting her heart out, walked condescendingly towards the scholar.
Klug realized what she was doing.
"You act all tough. (As tough as a wimp like you could ever hope to be.) But you're intimidated by a spoiled, hot and elegant bombshell of a lady like me that just so happens to always come close to you in every grade except gym class?"
Klug kept quiet as Silvafine continued.
"You're just an insecure baby. I will break more hearts than you'll ever be loved. Romantically or not. Which I highly doubt. People like Stan more than you. He's my only rival in being attractive to both sexes. Nobody loves you. Especially me. And you dare cry over me?! That's why I won't miss you in Hell!"
She loomed over him with a bending show-y pose, and sadistic smirk.
Klug wanted to retort and lash out but just broke down crying. Sil immediately regretted it. She got to the ground with him.
"You're mean, Sil." Sig scolded.
"Sorry, Klug! Here, have Arms." Sil shared her cuddle buddy. "He likes you."
Klug timidly accepted.
"I thought you were Raffine, Sil." Sig said.
"You impersonate her too well." Klug cried out. "Like she was still with us…" Klug blushed. "But with-"
"Can we stop talking about my chest?!" And she was herself again. "But yeah… I lost myself there for a sec, I don't mean most of it, if it helps… I'll miss her… Angering her is so much fun…"
"You can try and anger me."
"No, Sig. No! Why would I want you angry?"
*2 hours left…*
"Portal's done, kiddies." Accord entered the with the hoop, which had vortex in it.
"More than enough time to spare, nya."
"Yes!"
"Finally!"
"Ammy… Hang in there."
…
"What now, Prof?" Sil asked.
"You'll have to take it this portal and suck up _ in it. But leave the innocent ghosts out of it. It will break as soon as a ghost of _'s calibur goes through."
"Why me!?"
Accord and Popoi pointed behind the impersonator.
She saw worried Sig, wreck Klug and KOed Amitie. She grabbed the hoop, with no complaints.
"Be careful, Sil." Sig wished.
Silvana hugged him tight, not caring what the others think. This could be the last time. Could.
*1 hour and 40 minutes…*
Silvana took a breather. Her circus had almost swallowed the whole town. The circus's beige colours constantly switched to the darkest each colour could get. Utterly corrupted by _ _.
"Hi, circus. It's me, Silvana Pierrot..." She looked at her appearance. "You'll have trust me on that. I'm sorry for deceiving you, I'm not a real Pierrot. And in the past, I used you as shelter, a cover, and disguise. I only used you the further my goals."
She walked backward, the circus grew some more.
"But I've changed, I really love working with you! Me and crew. The gymnastics do wonders for me." She did a backflip.
…
"Shut up, tent. I have this habit of talking to things like you. It's just something for me to confess before I avenge Amitie. And Raffine. And to liberate you!" She took a few steps back and shoulder charged in.
Getting in was easier than anticipated, she landed on her shoulder. Rubbing that off she took his the sights. Next to her were many people trying to escape.
The sky was darker than outside. No stars to be seen, only thick clouds. The architecture was transformed from Primps colourful buildings to the buildings Sil's world. Only more gothic and older. Now Primp was less the advanced of the two.
Nondescript gravestones everywhere and pumpkin heads were where any other vegetation should've been.
Most notably the screams from all the Primpers running around the unconscious bodies.
"Raffiiiiiine!"
Before Sil could look arms were wrapped around her kneesock covered leg.
"It's so nice to see a familiar face!" The voice quivered. "Sorry, I ever made fun of you! I-I was just trick-or-treating… Then this happened! I'm so scared. I'm supposed to be tough, but I-I just can't!"
It took a moment to register who this imp was. She rubbed his head. "There, there, Vento. I'm here to put a stop to this. This hoop is what I need."
"I'll never tease you again, R!" The little stuntboy sobbed.
"…"
*Clutch clutch*
*Leg shake leg shake*
"Hey, since when are your b-"
"Because I'm Sil!" She answered annoyed.
"Because you're Sil?… P? Wooow! What can't you do? So… Since when are your-"
"DO YOU WANT PRIMP BACK TO NORMAL, VENT!?"
"Y-Yes, Boss!"
"Then point me to where you last saw! _ _!"
"Who?"
"The big bad pumpkin ghost!"
*1 hour left…*
"Now my ghosties, one more hour until I rule FOREVER! Now tell uncle _ how many you knocked out, and how many you scared." _ said in front of a chalkboard, with chalk between his fingers. He wrote his down first. 256 scared, 24 Knocked out.
"109 scared, 7 KOed, Master…" Yu.
"150, and 10, Master… I think…" Rei.
"Didn't keep count, Master…" Silly.
"What! Useless! Let's retrace your steps."
"Yoohoo!~" The ghosts turned around. Seeing Silvana and Vento, the former taunted him with a flirty wave.
"It's the cremator." _ said so excited!
"Excusez-moi?"
"You cremated your friends like it was nothing, I mean you and that feisty purple haired lass survived, but good effort. FIGHT ME FIGHT ME FIGHT ME!"
'Go home spell and Raffine…'
"What?"
"I'll tell you later, Vento. Very well, I, *sigh* the cremator. Will fight you on one condition. Your lackeys fight mine. (Sorry for the rude term, Vento.)"
"DEAL! Sic'm!"
"Yes, Master…" Times three.
"Run as far as your legs can carry you, Vent."
"Okay~, big b-"
"Go!"
"BYE!" Vento and the ghosts left.
"Welcome to my NIGHTMARE! Let's head where we left off!" He pulled off his head again and threw it.
Silvana focused. She caught the head on the cheeks. She was pushed back a little. She threw it back but not before she lit it on fire. _'s head just grew in time to get hit.
"Watch it, man!" He tried to wipe off his pumpkin juice ectoplasm blinding his sight. "Fire?! Cheater!" He charged blindly right into the fake-shionista. Sil simply stuck her tongue out as she enlarged the portal in her palm.
_ was caught off-guard. Suddenly he came at her with more force. His hands caught the hoop. "NYEEEEAAAH!?" The gunk in his was sucked in, his tail too. "What this!?"
"Puyo Hell!"
"He renamed the place!? I hate him! What's your name? Drop dead, gorgeous?" A threat, not a flirt.
"Si- Raffine. Raffine Fielding!"
"Ooga booga." He pointed. The portal sucked up his right arm. "I cursed you. _ _ will return to haunt you and your children. Just like Pierrot's."
Sil smirked. "Any last words?"
"…I want my mommy…" He said as timid as a scared little boy.
Sil flicked the last of _'s icky fingers off the hoop.
*Girly screeeeeeeeeaaaaaaam!*
The portal faded. It was just hoop circus mow. Sil looked in the distance, her circus was rapidly shrinking. It whizzed past her. And there is was. Barely visible in the distance. Sitting on its proper spotted. Sil swooned for joy, happy her place and Primp as a whole were back to normal.
She squeezed her wing pin. "Silvana here!~"
"Did it work?" Accord asked, but on Sil's end it sounded rhetoric.
"Yessss! I'm going to my Circus! I'm spending the rest of the night undoing what Silly, Yu, Rei and _ did to it. Extra long circus hours for the next month! Baby!"
"Did _ perchance curse you before being vanquished?"
"Yeah. But I used Raffine's name."
"You know your curses." Popoi praised.
"Good job, Sil."
"Stop it, Sig. I'm blushing…" Sil played with her hair. Being reminded Raffine dampened her mood. "Please, bring my caravan back to its spot. I need to shower this horrid dye out if I ever wanna be happy again… Oh, but please take dear Ammy to the hospital first. Wouldn't want her suffer."
"Will do." Sil hung up.
"My circus~! My circus~!"
Later at her circus.
"You're normal! Oh, I'll never take you for granted again! My Halloween is ruined thanks to Yu, I'll probably never get another chance, but at least I still have you. We can pull off a wicked show next year!"
*Next day… The hospital, Amitie's hospital bed…*
"And assuming it just isn't an empty threat, because how that curse works. The joke's on him, because I'm not gonna have kids and I'm not Raffine." Sil spoke at Amitie's bed. Back to normal, both in how she dressed, and mentally. Her hair was still pink.
Joining her were Sig, Lidelle, and Klug.
"Wow." Amitie was on the edge of her seat. Well, wrapped up lying down.
"Can you really not remember what happened to you, Miss Ammy?" Lidelle asked.
"Uh-hyooow!"
"Don't move your head!" They all said one way or another.
"S-Sorry… The last thing I remember was the quiz show…"
"Amitie, frankly, that's for the best." Klug said. "There is a reason why our brains handle trauma like that, after all."
"Can I forget this pain?"
"Poor Ammy…"
"Miss Ammy!"
"Ammy…"
A nurse came walking by. "Miss Rose. Newspaper."
"Give it to my friends!" She said cheery, her happy-go-lucky spirit wasn't broken by _. Just her happy-go-lucky bones.
Klug began reading it. "I'll read the relevant ones. *throat clear* "Local Circus Almost Swallowed Town, Ringleader Says Evil Ghost Behind It.""
"That's right, they interviewed me. Let me see." Klug handed over the paper to Silvana. "Oh, a picture of me as Raffine with my mask."
Everyone huddled around Sil. "Can I please see?"
"Just a sec, Ammy. Let's see. "Pictured here: Ringleader Silvana Pierrot (age 16), cross… dressing"WHAT?!"
Everyone laughed.
"It's not funny! I'm a girl! What I'm wearing is crossdressing!"
*More laughter*
*Steamed clown* 'Maybe I need to have an accessory? Makeup? No. Mask… Nail polish? No. Gloves… Regular spa trips? No. Waste of time… And my identity…'
The paper goes on to say that the circus will be safe to visit. And our three ghosts were mind controlled and are sorry. They know that already.
"Heeheehee! You did make an awesome Raffine, Sil." Everyone here agreed. Sil was half proud, half embarrassed.
"Call me a tomboy all you want, I don't care. But I. Am. A. Girl! Have they seen my curves in my clown suit? My waist looks so thin in it that my bones look like they're about snap! How can't they see that?! THEY constantly get it wrong!" Sil ranted.
"Please don't talk about bones…" Amitie whimpered.
"Sorry."
"Can I look?"
Sil nodded.
"So I was there, you look exactly like I remember. I was beginning doubting I was there… Where's Raffie? Is she at the hospital too?" Amitie asked innocently and concerned.
…
"I'm not telling her!"
"I'm not telling!"
Klug and Sil blurted out.
"Tell me what?" *Gasp of realization* "Is she?" She teared up.
Her friends kept quiet… Leaving to Amitie to slowly let it sink in…
"I can't believe, Raffie's… Raffie's…"
Next up: Raffine's Wacky Funeral
"Am what?" A familiar spoiled pinkhead (still dyed purple) rolled around, in many casts, carried by a doctor.
"Raff-yowch!"
Everyone was stunned. Not only was she fine (relatively speaking). But unlike Amitie her voice implies she didn't repress her beating, yet she's herself. A self-important school girl everyone knows.
"Answer me!"
"Badly injured! Yes!" Klug improvised.
"And should join Amitie sooner than later." Sil followed up.
"Hmph."
"Next to Miss Rose, Miss Fielding?"
"Hmmm…" Raffine thought about it. "Very well."
*At the Cafeteria…*
"How's she still alive?" Sig said in an understated happy tone.
"You said she died, Sil!" Klug screeched. "How could you lie about death?!" Lidelle give a mean stare too.
"Eeeeeeh. I may've put my hand on the wrong siiiiiiide?" She admitted sheepishly.
Author's Notes:
Hey, look! A shark. Let's jump! (I hope it's not that for you.)
So I had my wisdom teeth pulled AND developed a root canal at the same time! And I wrote the first 3000 words with that condition. Basically everything before they go into the circus.
This something I never talk about. And won't talk or write about again in this story at least. But I've seen Arle with a large chest in some official games. They look a size smaller than Rulue's, and she a confirmed E. I do like that from a character design standpoint, they're rivals. One's more modest, and Rulue is compensating for the one thing she doesn't beat Arle (who doesn't care), but does in every category besides personality (and even then they can both rival each other in nastiness).
Come the modern games and I think only Rulue has a (barely) noticeable chest. While Arle seems flat. That's a byproduct of the art style, obviously. But I have a feeling when they reintroduced Rulue they had no choice but to make her the exception.
And that's why I think Arle/Sil's a D who protects/hides it out of practicality, safety and/or Satan. (Sil more so, she's an acrobat.) And why Raffine's an A or a B-, in this story.
The more I put down Rulue, the more I like her. It's flanderization, no doubt. But what do you think what would happen to a woman that's increasingly frustrated with relief few and far between?
I'm male, get angry. I'm angry too. I thought I should address it. It seemed like an obvious difference, besides height (which she could fake) that would anger Raffine. I was in pain.
So isn't that _ _ the worst written and annoying thing I've thing I did so far (besides the hell chapters, circus try-outs and maybe the first chapter with Lemres)? That's intentional, a homage to my favorite video game ghost, who by stunning coincidence has the same amount of letters as _s. Same amount of spaces too. But not the same character. His name? *Shrugs*
He was gonna be an investor behind the Doppel mirrors. But he was evil enough.
If actually killed off Raffine this is where I would say: I killed one Fielding to make way for another. STREETS OF RAGE 4! I gave Raffie Blaze's last name.
I like Raffine, she's one of my favorites. But I would've killed her off I needed to. I should write kid films.
Also don't feel too bad Raffine. She would've worse off with a complete set of loving parents.
(Still on tablet, BTW. And wrote all of this. I hate it.)
HAPPY PREMATURE HALLOWEEN. SEEYA AT PREMATURE CHRISTMAS!
Next up: A novelty! Just Sig and Silvana hanging out, in a light-hearted chapter.
